WARNING: Death, blood, and a sick mind ahead with psychopaths
Jeon Jungkook was many things.
He was dangerous. He was mad and psychotic. He was a man whore. He would even admit he was a pervert but only for you.
But one thing he would never call himself was a coward.
It was because he hated cowardly people who ran and hid away from their problems. Just looking at people like that made Jungkook irritated, his body itching to move to stop them from breathing.
And that was exactly what he wanted to do at that moment.
His eyes narrowed behind his suffocating bunny mask as he eyed the scene in front of him, Young-Min’s voice sounding like an annoying buzz from a pesky bug.
Five guards on the second floor, all of them standing around him as his loyal dogs….
Jungkook clicked his tongue in annoyance, a low growl escaping his lips. Young-Min was a fucking coward who hid behind his guards acting all high and mighty while he himself wasn’t much and that was getting on Jungkook’s nerves.
You, who stood beside him obviously heard the noise he released, tilting your head slightly up to look at him in question.
“What?” You whispered, your red lips pulling into a small frown, not understanding Jungkook’s strange behavior.
Jungkook responded with a small cough, “Nothing, it’s just going to be more difficult than what I expected,” he mumbled as he lazily placed a hand at your waist, tugging you closer to him.
Your fingers quickly found Jungkook’s hand, giving the skin there a warning pinch, telling him to behave with his sly advances. The brat was taking full advantage of your couple act and you were fully aware of it.
The two of you returned your attention back to Young-Min as the man spoke to the crowd.
“I’ve prepared food as well as drinks for you all and I certainly hope you enjoy them! I’ve also prepared rooms upstairs with ladies and gentlemen if any of you have come tonight without a partner. They will take care of your every need, so do not hesitate on using them!” Young-min released a booming laugh as if his statement was an amusing joke.
You, on the other hand, felt disgusted from the bottom of your stomach, your nose scrunching behind your mask.
Young-Min was truly the fucking lowest of the low. His statement revealing to you that he also had control over human trafficking either for slavery or prostitution. Or maybe even both.
“Oh, if Taehyung was here, he might have taken the offers up…” Jungkook’s low joke made you lightly slap his arm in disapproval, making the man laugh at your reaction.
Your eyes moved back to Young-Min, the man ending his speech, “Although I would love to greet you all and keep you all company, I have some urgent plans tonight,” you held back a gag as the man eyed the two women hanging off his arm, a sly smile on his lips.
Stupid, perverted old man…..
The two women giggled as they played with the man’s suit, ignoring how they had more than a hundred people’s eyes on them.
“Enjoy the night, you all deserve it.”
“Long live S.M.!”
Neither you nor Jungkook joined in on the cheer, stoically watching as the man disappeared from the scene, taking his two companions as well as his bodyguards with him.
WARNING: Death, blood, and a sick mind ahead with psychopaths.
With a flick of a finger, the blade easily sliced into Yoongi’s victim like soft butter, the third guard Jimin held down for him growing limp as he gurgled on his own blood that filled his mouth.
“Nice teamwork, Hyung!” The orange haired man giggled, looking extremely pleased as he dropped the dead guard to the floor, not caring as his shiny black shoes got drops of blood splattered on them. The short man raised his hand for a high five for the older male, however, his cheerfulness deflated as Yoongi ignored and walked past him.
The older male silently wiped down his blade as he walked down the hallway, his eyes trained forward, eager to continue moving until he reached where his twin sister should have been located.
That was where he needed to go.
Jimin, who quickly realized that he was being left behind scrambled to catch up to Yoongi, following the man like a loyal puppy that stared at his owner.
“Hyung, you need to teach me some of your skills, I’m struggling a bit with my blade skills and-”
“Shut it, brat,” Yoongi grumbled as he rechecked his weapons, “We need to get to Youngmin’s office to help support Jungkook and Y-”
The familiar, ear piercing sound of the gun cut Yoongi off, making both him and Jimin freeze.
There shouldn’t have been a gun involved tonight…. That was something all of them decided before they left the house. A weapon only to use when there was an emergency.
“Shit…” Yoongi curse, moving into a sprint.
Who shot it? Foe or friend?
“Taehyung! Update!” Yoongi hissed, as he pressed his earpiece while running. However, his eyes widened slightly as he dived down, dodging a fist that was thrown at him.
Jimin and Yoongi were fast to react, quickly getting into action as they began to fight, the later quickly taking down his opponent.
“Shit, looks like they all know we’re here now,” Yoongi grumbled, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene where he was surrounded by people with different types of weapons aimed at them.
Jimin pressed his back against Yoongi’s, a wary smile on his face as he held his own weapon, “It would be the perfect time for us to get an update, Taehyungie,” the orange haired male nervously laughed as he dodged an attack, quickly stabbing his knife into his opponent’s spine, “I want to know if I get to die with the mission being a success.”
Yoongi scoffed at his current partner’s words. However, he perked up as he heard his ear piece get connected.
“Shit, sorry guys,” Taehyung’s calm voice entered their ears, “They’ve blocked me out. All the surveillance cameras are locked out and I don’t even know whose gun that was,” the man’s voice was filled with regret as he and Namjoon worked fiercely at home, their fingers flying over the keyboard as they tried to get back into S.M.’s system.
Yoongi cursed, his eyes hardening as dread started to spread through him.
“I need you all to get out of there, ASAP,” Namjoon’s voice entered all of their ears, “I’m treating this as a mission failure. Get away before it gets even worse.”
“Will do but it’s quite hard when you’re surrounded, you know,” Jin muttered while he panted, covering Hoseok’s back as he and his partner scrambled to get out of the mansion infested with S.M. members hunting them down, hot on their tails.
Yoongi growled and pulled his gun from his pocket, his fingers pulling the trigger as he shot down the guards that seemed to continue to increase as he moved forward.
“I can’t get in contact with neither Y/N nor Jungkook,” Taehyung’s words made Yoongi growl, his accuracy got even better as the guards dropped like flies around him and Jimin.
As Jimin took another guard down, his eyes widened as he dove, his hands reaching for Yoongi.
He stared at you from the shadows, his hands twitching in excitement as you pulled the trigger, blood splattering on your uniform and face. He trailed his finger over his face covered by the plastic mask, gulping loudly, “How beautiful….” The man leaned forward to get a better look at the dark haired female. However, he shrunk back in fear of getting caught as she turned around, wiping her gun that had drops of blood splatter on it.
The tall man gave her, you, one last regretful look before turning around, leaving the crime scene in dejection.
“Until next time, love.”
“Y/N, get out of there, the guards will be back in the building in ten minutes,” you heard your twin brother’s grumpy voice from the earpiece. You responded with a low hum, quickly putting away your gun, giving the dead man one last kick before lazily walking away from the rooftop, your crime scene for the night.