this chapter might be really boring for some people. i apologize ahead of time. it's just to get in the mood for their missions and who they're up against. and apparently wattpad has a limit on how many gifs you can put in a chapter >.< LOL

again, sorry for the late update... i had to write and re-upload this 3 times because wattpad hates me.

"TONY!!!"

Taehyung stood silently at the entrance of the restaurant as the other greeted the said male, embracing him with smiles; all but Jeongguk of course. There were guards securing every door of the restaurant and the brunette could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand. His soul nearly jumped out of his body when Jimin slung his arm around Taehyung, pulling him towards the taller male.

"Tony, this my best friend and newest member of the group, V." He introduced, pushing his friend forward. Taehyung fidgeted with his shirt, his brain turning to mush and before he could process a proper introduction, his mouth had a mind of his own. "Turn up!"

He expected a bullet to the head, or stab in the heart, or even just a simple slap in the face for saying something so stupid to, whom he believed to be, another leader of a huge mafia group. Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the punishment, but was shocked to hear the man laughing loudly.

"Oh man, you really are something else, huh?" Tony laughed, brushing the tears from his eyes. "Don't worry kid. I'm not going to kill you. Now if my boss were here, he'd probably make you do a couple of push-ups."

Jeongguk coughed in his hand, drawing the attention back to him. "As I've mentioned before, this is his first mission. He's never experienced anything outside of his training, rather than monitoring from behind the computer screen. However, this will not be an issue. If he gets himself killed, it's his fault."

Taehyung felt a stab to his pride. He bit his lip, feeling hurt by the other's words. Was he really that easy to throw away? Jimin gave his friend a reassuring squeeze before dragging him over to a table while Jeongguk continued to discuss business in private at a table further away.

"That was a little harsh."

Jimin raised a brow. "You mean what Jeongguk said back there? Don't take it personal V. He has to be like in order to be respected around here."

"Yeah, you should really watch your mouth kid. It can get you killed." Suga warned, distributing the meat from the barbecue onto the member's plates. "I know this is your first rodeo, but also one of the most dangerous. When meeting others, a simple bow will do fine."

There was a loud crash and the members looked towards the direction of the noise, finding a lady kneeling down, plates scattered around her. It seemed as though she must have dropped the food and side dishes upon delivery to Jeongguk's and Tony's table. She bowed and apologized profusely, refusing to look at the two.

Taehyung watched as Jeongguk pulled out a gun and shot her point blank in the head, her lifeless body collapsing onto the floor as a few of her coworkers muffled their screams.

This can't be happening.

Taehyung shivered as he locked eyes with the younger male's cold stare, quickly darting his attention elsewhere, listening to Tony order the others to clean up the mess and prepare another set.

"Ignore it." Rap Monster warned, but Taehyung was already on his feet, tears threatening to fall. Ignore it, ha. Taehyung hissed to himself. Ignore it they say. Like it's fucking normal.

"I think I need some air." He mumbled quietly.

"Jimin, go with him." Suga warned as the younger males excused themselves out, unaware of another pair of eyes watching them exit through the doors.

—

Taehyung and Jimin stood outside of the restaurant while the black haired male lit himself a cigarette. "Enjoying your first day yet?" The other chuckled as he blew out a puff of smoke into the cold, brisk Japan air.

"This is fucking insane Jimin-ah! You guys sit around like it's the most normal thing in the world to watch someone get shot in the fucking head and have their lifeless body lay on the fucking floor while enjoying a meal! Who does that?"

"WE do V! This is our world, get it? We knew you wouldn't be mentally prepared for this but you had to force yourself onto the mission. As much as I love you, welcome to our messed up shit of a world. Try not to die." Jimin snapped, taking another hit of his cigarette.

"You know smoking is bad for you and if you don't put that murderous device down, I'll kill you before your lungs do." Taehyung threatened and his best friend chuckled at the remark as he stomped out his murderous device.

"I do have a gun in my back pocket you know."

"One problem at a time Jiminothy."

"The fuck? Don't call me that."

"Why? Jiminothy."

"Fuck you."

"How hard?"

"We're leaving." A rough voice cut through their argument. Jeongguk walked out of the restaurant with the others following behind him. "Tony gave me the location to the safe house near the next mission site."

"What about the food?" Jimin pouted.

"We could grab something else along the way. The customer service here sucks anyways." Jeongguk replied. "V, you're riding with me. Everyone else grab a partner and follow."

—

Taehyung shifted uncomfortably in his seat due to the awkward silence in the vehicle. It was never silent when they were together. They're either jamming out to whatever song Taehyung decides to link on the car's bluetooth or Jeongguk's listening to the endless stories that the other male has to share. Either way, there was never a moment of silence between them until now, and Taehyung found it deafening.

Without removing his eyes from the road, Jeongguk reached into the back seat and tossed a paper bag towards Taehyung who sent him a curious stare. "Poison." Jeongguk spoke as the older male began to open the bag and pulled out the items inside.

Taehyung recognized the plates to be the ones the deceased lady had dropped. He took a closer look at the platters and noticed a light colored purple ring that decorated the white inside of the plate. It had a foreign smell to him that reeked something of sulfur.

"She tried to poison you?"

Jeongguk hummed, stealing a glance at the older who seemed to be processing the situation. "There'll be times where I make decisions where you might question my actions," he continued. "I just need you to trust me."

—

"Remind me to never trust you again."

The members laughed loudly at the ridiculous costume. Jhope encouraged the elder that a distraction is a distraction and definitely earned a great number of attention. Jin growled as he teared the banana head off.

"Next time, I rob the bank and you all wear banana suits."

"Whatever. All that matters is we have the cash for the fake exchange tonight. When we head to the venue, I need you all to be focused. The area will be filled with people and you never know who's armed and loaded." Jeongguk laid out the floor plan on the dining room table. "Rapmon, Jhope, what's the positions?"

"The venue will be at the Casino hotel. Mr. X, our target, will be attending the casino for an exchange with a few of his colleagues, rumored to have leaked locations of your dad's company and his teams." Rap Monster informed. He went over the several men that work for their target and whom to keep an eye out for. "We find the messenger, we find Mr. X and take them both out."

Jhope used his laptop to display 3D outlay of the venue inside and out. "Suga will be here, working as valet."

"This way he'll be able to observe who comes in and out and track their vehicles, then report to Jeongguk through the our head pieces. V and I will be attending the event. With hyung working as valet, it'll allow us easy access inside."

"Once inside, V will be in charge of finding the Casino's bar, where the exchange is set to take place."

"I'll find the security room and take out any of guards that may be around."

"BINGO!"

"We'll then have Jin hack into the system and take control of the camera's around the casino."

"Rap Monster will keep an eye out for any interruptions or unwanted visitors."

"Jimin will be on standby with the vehicles, ready if the targets try to get away. Jeongguk will be walking around the Casino as security, keeping a watch for anything suspicious and making sure V is out of harms way."

"Now, who's ready to party."

—

Taehyung sat lonely at the bar, taking a sip of the champagne that the bartender had delivered to him, saying it was from a gentleman on the other side. The brunette looked around until he found Jeongguk watching him from a safe distance.

He flashed a small smile, trying to convince Jeongguk he was okay but he was honestly not all too convinced with himself. Jimin had helped him hide his gun in a discrete place inside his suit so that other people wouldn't be able to detect it, but he feels as though everyone is watching him.

Taehyung took a deep breath and he shut his eyes and downed the rest of the champagne. He then ordered a few shots and sat at the bar, eyes scanning the casino and bar. He sighed and rested his face in his hands. "I'm clueless. I have no idea what I'm doing."

"First time to a Casino bar huh?"

He perked up, finding a figure taking a seat beside him on one of the bar stools. "For starters, you're drinking the wrong alcohol. Here, bartender! Can I get two umeshu over here for my friend and I?"

Taehyung instantly searched the premisses, instantly finding Jeongguk amongst the crowd of people. Jeongguk nodded encouragingly towards him and urged him to continue. The stranger smiled brightly at him, extending a hand. "I'm Jackson by the way, son of the Casino owner.

And you?"

"Son?"

"What? Is it because I'm underdressed?" Jackson laughed as he styled his hair with a smirk. "I'm just messing with you man, lighten up!"

"Sorry, it's just — you don't look Japanese?"

"Chinese, actually." The male laughed, taking a sip of the alcohol. "And I'm assuming your Korean?"

"What gave it away? Was it my charming eyes or the fact that I'm speaking Korean?" Taehyung grinned as he batted his eyes in exaggeration, not knowing where the sudden burst of confidence came from.

"Your looks, definitely the looks." Jackson reached out a hand to stroke the other's jawline, catching Taehyung off guard. "And maybe the language too."

Taehyung could practically feel Jeongguk's eyes digging into his soul and if looks could kill, the Jackson guy would be dead. Clearing his throat, he stuck out a hand to properly shake. "I'm Taehyung."

"Well Taehyung, what brings you here tonight?"

"Someone please talk tom me before I shoot this guy right in front of me. Any sightings of Mr. X and his men?" Jeongguk spoke through the microphone as he watched Taehyung and the other man enjoy another round of drink at the bar.

"X-men, hahahaha." Jimin laughed through the radio.

"This isn't time for games Jimin!" Jin snapped. "And Jeon Jeongguk, don't you fucking dare blow your cover because of your hopeless crush on that boy!"

"I don't have a crush on him!"

"Liar liar pants on fire!"

"I swear if you don't shut the fuck up Jimin, I'll set your pants on fire." Suga threatened through his mic. "I think I've got something."

"Talk to me," Jeongguk ordered as he turned towards the main lobby of the hotel's casino, signaling J-hope to make his way over to the entrance. "Jhope's on his way."

"He's got a briefcase, but he's alone. He's approaching the door."

"I have visual." Jhope informed, following at a safe distance. "Seems like three other men have greeted him. They're heading your way Jeongguk, keep an eye out."

"Got it." The maknae turned and watched as a group of men dressed in white suits with black ties entered the room. "I have visual on the X-men."

Snickers and laughter echoed in the speaker and Jeongguk eyes out the security camera from above. "Sorry," Jin apologized. "That was me."

"Told you it was funny." Jimin giggled.

"How am I the youngest?" Jeongguk muttered and turned back to the bar, finding Taehyung and the other missing. "Hyung! I've lost V!"

Just then, the power in the casino shut down and Jeongguk slammed his back against the nearest wall, listening to the panic in people's voices at the sudden black out. "Jin, what's going on?"

"The system's down, it's being over-ridden by another source. I can't hack back into it." There was a sound of urgency before they heard an understandable gasp from the other end. "Shit. We need to leave."

"What are you talking about?" Jeongguk argued. Using his photographic memory, he wondered his way towards the bar exit that led into the main casino lobby. "And where the fuck did V go?"

"Get out of there now!"

"What about the delivery?"

"Jeongguk." Jin whispered almost inaudibly. "We are the delivery."

Before the younger male could question the statement, a light locked onto him, men barricading him from the exit.

"Hello, Mr. Jeon."

—

Taehyung was in the bathroom washing off his face when he heard it. The gunshots. He ran towards the door until he was slammed against the restroom's wall, his neck caught in a tight hold by the male's grip. "J-jackson!" He gulped.

"Who are you working for?!" Jackson shouted.

Tears streamed down the brunette's face as he gasped for air. He attempted to pull the hands away but it was useless, he was stuck. He clenched his eyes shut, slowly reaching for the gun Jimin had hidden away in his suit.

"P-please," he sobbed.

"V!" Jimin shouted as he bursted through the door, kicking the attacker in the side and sending Jackson flying towards the urinals. Taehyung collapsed onto the ground as he gasped for air. "V, we have to get out of here. It's a trap."

"You're not going anywhere." Jackson sneered, withdrawing his gun from his back pocket. "I'll kill you and your friend right here unless you tell me what you and Mr. X are working on."

"We're not working with him you fucking idiot, you are!" Jimin spat as he drew out his own gun, shooting Jackson in the side within the speed of light. "V, let's go!"

"Something's not right," Taehyung mumbled but Jimin was more focused on escaping then figuring out the situation. He yanked his best friend up and sprinted out of the restroom, the casino now lighting up in sparks from the gun shots.

Jimin quickly caught a glimpse of the man with the case making a getaway. The two printed towards the valet where Suga had finished killing off a few of their enemies back ups. "That guy's getting away, take my car." Jimin ordered as he shoved Taehyung into the driver seat. "This is where your training gets put to the test V. Chase that guy down. Suga hyung will do the shooting."

"Step on it! He's nearly gone!" Suga shouted while reloading his gun.

"He's on a motorbike so hitting him won't be an issue." The older acknowledged as Taehyung chased after the man. "He's heading towards the bridge, we can slam him into the side."

Taehyung followed every direction from his hyung until he was able to within shooting range. Suga stuck his head out of the car window, taking his hot until they were hit by another incoming vehicle from behind.

"That dip-shit made me miss this shot!" The oldest barked. "Get on his ass V! Let's take this guy out."

Taehyung chase down the vehicle as they raced down the streets of Japan, catching up until he was inches away from the other vehicle. "YAH! V WATCH IT!"

Suddenly, the car was quick to take a sharp, left turn. The brunette, failing to maintain control the vehicle at the fast rate it was going, sent the car spiraling down the road.

—

Taehyung laid helplessly on the road, every inch of his body stimulating intense pain and agony from the crash. He glanced to the side, spotting his damaged vehicle overturned on the side with Suga laying unconscious inside.

He wanted to crawl over to his hyung and check if he was okay but he couldn't find the strength in his body to move. Over the car's radio, he can hear J-hope's pleading voice for the two missing members to respond, informing that they're tracking the vehicle's location and will be there shortly.

Taehyung decided that he'll lay still for now until his members come back, feeling his vision going blurry. His plan was cut short as a vehicle pulled up beside him, one that he hasn't recognized before.

A cold shiver ran up his body as the owner rolled down his window, smirking at the injured male. "Well, well, well. Looks like it's my lucky day."