Jungkook growled inhumanly, stepping off of Faith. She hurriedly got to her feet, she scrambled for a steady balance. The air was cool, sending cool chills over Faith's burning mark on her throat. She deserved it, she knew she did. Did she hate herself for it? Yes, she wished Jungkook would've killed her, so she wouldn't cause any more havoc. She was so incredibly sorry, but she had no reason to do what she did, she just did it, so theres no point in apologizing.

"This is your fault." Jungkook sighed, rubbing the brim of his nose in frustration, "whats the plan with Taehyung, huh? Why are you targeting him? What'd he do to you?"

Faith swallowed, her lips were suddenly dry as hell. She licked her lips, the breath seeming to vanish from her airways, her eyes focused on the strong male looming over her shorter body.

"I-I don't know, okay! If you want a fucking answer, you won't get one from me, dammit! Its eating me alive, driving me so insane. Jungkook, please let me explain, I have something I think you might want to hear. I never meant to hurt anyone, but I keep doing it for a reason, I guess." Faith mumbled, seeing Jungkook raise an eyebrow at her sudden confession.

"Go on, I guess. Don't waste my time."

Faith's lips curved into a smile.

"Well, I visited a doctor recently, and I never knew about this until merely a few days ago. I'm so sorry Kook-"

A scream.

"F-fuck." Jungkook stuttered out, now realizing how Taehyung was around that corner, probably in pain, bleeding to death or crying his heart out. Jungkook held the gun up quickly to Faith, shooting right beside her, hitting a pile of boxes, just to get her to stay, so it would frighten her and she would not run away.

"H-holy shit! Jeon, what the hell?" Faith yelled after him, as the mafia leader was already across the alley and leaping over a fence. The fence seemed to slice his fingers like a knife, but he simply bared the pain, it was not much anyway.

"Did he mean to hit me? Jeon you fucking missed!" Faith called out, slightly frustrated, she ran over him, her oversized hood flapping at she took quick steps on the concrete. She too, climbed the fence, but her left leg seemed to tangle with the barbed wire, practically slicing into her leg. She groaned in pain, instantly grabbing her thigh, trying to remove the wire digging into her skin, but she just dangled by that one leg, the sharp edges scraping her soft skin.

"Don't fret, beautiful."

-

When Jungkook reached Taehyung, he was simply carving a 'V' on the hooded man's forehead, proudly displayed so if anyone found this corpse, they would know who killed him.

"V, what did he do?" Jungkook asks, glass crunching under his timberlands as he neared the boy who seemed to be grieving over the loss. His head was down, blood stained hands.

"Tae- why, your hand? What the hell?" Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's shoulder and pulled him back, so he was laying on the crushed glass and onto his back. He quickly unwrapped the re-opened wound. He groaned as he took a towel from his pant pocket and wrapped it on Taehyung's hand.

"Can't you give this thing a rest, baby?" Jungkook whispered softly, and Taehyung shrugged, sitting up and resting his head on Jungkook's chest. He breathed out as little sharp pains went through his shoulder.

"J-jungkook s-stop." Taehyung shooed the boy's hand away from his, pointing to his discombobulated arm joint.

"Holy shit, Taehyung." Jungkook cursed softly, taking a look at the boy's arm. He gently moved it to look at how messed up it was, he pushed it forward, hearing a soft crack. Taehyung whimpered in pain, grabbing Jungkook's hand with his sliced hand.

"J-jungkook stop." He begged, the leader now popping the arm the other way with gentle force. Jungkook did not listen and continued to try and fix Taehyung's messed up arm with an urgency to leave. He did not want to be in that alley way anymore. He did not care for the mission anymore.

Taehyung lurched forward and grabbed Jungkook's forcing hand, pulling it away from his shoulder. "O-okay stop, we can figure this out when we get home."

Jungkook mentally laughed at the way Taehyung called a mafia base home. He really messed this kid up, but not like he wasn't going to be anyway. He was already in the mafia, Jungkook just fueled the hungry, everlasting fire.

-

"I can't believe we are meeting again, beautiful." The man ran his hand down Faith's arm, gently raising the girl off the wire and leaning her against the fence gently. He took her chin into his palm, his hand curving to match her curved cheeks.

"W-why are you here? You messed up my l-life so much!" Faith thrashed around, swinging her arms in a pathetic rage, her face already turning a new shade. She grabbed onto the man's leg, but the man simply pressed on Faith's cut open leg. She cried out in utter pain.

"Stop fighting beautiful, you don't want to die now, do you?" He pushed the girl onto the cement. His face a few inches from hers. He sighed and backed away, his eyes scanning the struggling girl. "W-what? What are you staring at?"

The man snorted at this, "I'm thinking if I should kill you or not, I think I should. You deserve it, most definitely. Someone who can't be trusted in this life must leave it." The man explained, digging into his pocket for a blade, only to coat it with a clear substance.

"Kill me! Do it!" Faith challenged, pushing her chest forward and sobbing uncontrollably, "please."

The man shrugged and stuck the knife right into Faith's chest. It was pretty satisfying, the girl screamed, loud. The man scrambled to his feet and ran, fast and far from the scene. Faith's body not soon after fell limp onto the concrete.

-

"He seems to be doing fine, his arm, sure may take a bit to heal. Jungkook, he is not responding to any nerves or pressure points. I think he's lost feeling in the arm." Jin explains slowly, poking Taehyung's arm again, nothing.

"Shit, what should we do?" Jungkook groans, a hand going to his own forehead to try and calm himself down if he could.

"It might be temporary, but i doubt. I'm sorry. I don't think its the best for him to be in the mafia anymore. I think you should send him home." Jin spoke honestly, leaning on the office wall. The facility had many rooms and halls now.

The conversation ended short when Baekhyun walked through the door.

"Hey guys, so we've decided to take a break for a bit, a week. Hope you use the tine wisely, & hows he?" He walks over to the bed and looks down longingly at the boy.

"He's lost feeling in the arm." Jungkook explains, nervously twitching from his own spoken words.

Baekhyun took a deep breath and nodded slowly. He gently squeezed Taehyung's hand and left the room, silent. No words exchanged after that. Baekhyun had been strange after they built the new place. He was usually a bubbly person, but recently he was becoming more secretive.

-

"Jimin I swear to god if you kick me again I'm kicking you out." Suga groaned, nudging the boy away from him.

"But, Suga. I had a nightmare." Jimin sat up, rubbing his eyes gently. His lips carved into a smile, his teeth showing as he flopped back down onto the bouncy mattress, an arm falling loosely around Suga.

"Thats what Hope told me once, found out he was only cold and needed a human blanket." Suga grunts, standing up from Jimin and pushing off the arm wrapped around him.

"You cuddle with Hope?"

Suga smirked.

"Yeah, once or twice."

"But cuddling is our thing!"

Suga shrugged and removed his shirt before replacing it with a simple black one. He walked to the door, without saying anything to the boy still nestled in the fluffy covers on his bed.

"Cuddling isn't devoted to one person, Jimin. I can cuddle whoever I like, and I like both of you."

Jimin's cheeks grew red.

"Like, like-like?"

Suga snorted.

"What are you-ten?"

Jimin chuckled softly at this.

"Yes, Jimin. I like-like you both."

7:45am