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Taehyung made his way down the staircase, his hand stung so badly at this point, and his injured skin rubbed against the knife each time he held it. The knife was covered in blood from it's last victim. Taehyung has never felt this type of buzz because he was never high enough of a rank in his old group to ever do anything in the missions

Taehyung snuck into a long hallway, trying to keep his footsteps at a low sound as he tried to remember back to the map, where he needed to place the explosive. If he just went in quickly and did the mission with no distraction or interruption, it could be completed and he could go back to his Jeongguk.

He really did miss the male right then, he missed the soft warmth the male provided when they slept next to each other, or when they cuddled. He remembers once that Jeongguk brought him breakfast for their two week anniversary. It was all silly to Taehyung, but it meant a lot to him, in his fragile little heart, that he built high walls around, and as soon as he met the intimidating mafia leader, the seemed to crumbled with the lightest of breath.

Taehyung rubbed his temples, his walls obviously sinking in on themselves as he thought of Jeongguk. He needed to stay strong and become the killing machine to complete this mission. No more missing or thinking of Jeongguk, if he did not come out alive, he would never see him again, so he better try his best to stay well and alive.

Taehyung ran and dove behind a table, his breathing becoming into light panting as he heard footsteps near him. He felt eyes wander the room, he heard the footsteps leave, fortunately. Taehyung stood and walked to the hallway. He spotted the room, a few steps from where he was, where he needed to hide the bomb in his desk.

Unfortunately, it was the boss's room. He'd probably also have to play dirty.

He quickly raced across the hallway, cracking open the already creaked door. He slipped into the room, hearing the chair squeak and turn on it's wheels. A man with short black hair appeared. He held a goofy, toothy grin on his face.

"I did not know Jeon's slut was a murderer. I saw what you did to one of my members. I don't like when people kill my friends."

Taehyung put a finger on his chin, a small frown coming to his lips.

"I didn't know, sorry oppa."

Taehyung mentally cursed at himself, but it was the only way to carry the plan he had out, he needed to shed his jacket, that contained the bombs. He needed to take off his jacket, and the only way to do so was to play dirty.

"You really are a slut."

Taehyung winced at the term. He nodded his head and smirked at the man. He neared him and instantly dropped his jacket gently to the floor, showing off his bloodied white shirt to the male.

"Baby has been bad." The man smirked and ran his fingers over the bloody patches on Taehyung's shirt. Taehyung retaliated, a playful look on his face.

Why is everyone so open to sexual activity here?

He mentally groaned before pulling out his lucky knife again. This time, the boy carved a large 'v' onto the male's chest, pushing the chair back, it tipped over and the male wanted to yell out, but a leathery piece of clothing was thrown onto his mouth to prevent any screaming.

"Cry baby." Taehyung sighed before sneaking back up the stairs.

He somehow managed to get back up to the mattress store and run toward the car after fighting off a few stubborn people, who clearly wanted him dead.

Once he got back to the car, he sat in the driver's seat, pulling the button from his pants pocket and pressing the red button, then proceeding to cover his head with two hands. The facility went up into flames. Through all of the heated debris clanking against the pavement. All he heard was a gentle soft, delicate voice call out to him.

"Tae?"

Taehyung turned and saw a black car with the young leader, who had red, teary eyes. He was crying. Taehyung gasped and ran over to his open arms, leaping into his warm embrace. Blood soaking from his hand onto Jeongguk's back. Neither cared. A piece of metal clanked near Jeongguk's foot, but neither cared. They were both safe and with each other that it did not matter about what was going on around them.

Nothing mattered more than each other.

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