Play this song while reading cuz it helps set the mood :)

It's up there too if this one doesn't work for you☝🏼

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Song: Head First by Christian French

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The next day, Seokjin called for a meeting.

The Dagger mafia's attack was to be addressed.

Except things didn't exactly go as planned when Namjoon and Sehun were already coming for each other's throats before the mafia boss had even arrived.

"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU YESTERDAY?"

"IT'S NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, KIM."

"IT IS WHEN YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THAT DIDN'T HAVE A MISSION, OH."

"HOW IS THAT YOUR BUSINESS?"

"WILL YOU TWO SHUT DA FUCK UP." Jungkook yelled, breathing heavily from annoyance. Both men immediately stopped struggling from the people holding them back; Jackson and Hoseok restraining Namjoon while Taehyung and Mark did the same to Sehun.

Jimin and Yoongi sat in their usual seats— too lazy to actually take part in the scene— and silently watched in amusement.

"Stop dis bef'uh SJ comes tuh kill da both of you." The second-in-command calmly stated.

"I'm his boyfriend, he wouldn't do that." Sehun confidently remarked.

"You sure about that, baby?" Namjoon sneered mockingly.

"Sure 'bout what?" Seokjin questioned as he entered the doorway. The pink-haired male sealed his mouth, refusing to answer.

"Nothing, Jinie." Sehun said in a sweeter tone though his eyes continued to glare at his rival, roughly shrugging off Taehyung and Mark's hold on him.

The mafia boss raised a brow, shifting his eyes from his boyfriend to Namjoon who quietly sat in his own seat after Hoseok and Jackson released him.

Once everyone was settled, all arguments set aside—at least for now—, Seokjin began the meeting. "Da Dagg'uh scums decided tuh attack yesterday n' we wuh lucky enough tuh fight 'em off. We only lost three of our men but it's not guaranteed dat we won't lose more if dey ev'uh decide to come he'uh again."

"SJ, don't you think it's a coincidence dat dey attacked on da day dat all yuh best men are gone?" Jungkook inquired.

"Maybe Namjoon was right, Jin. Der's a double-cross'uh in da buildin'." Mark suggested, tilting his head toward the said male.

"You wanna know who I think it is?" Namjoon wore an over exaggerated smile. "I think it's that fucking boyfriend of yours."

Seokjin scrunched his brows. "Namjoon-"

"He had no valid excuse as to why he was gone, Seokjin! Don't fucking take his side-"

The mafia boss slammed his hand on the table, cutting off the younger. "IF YUH GOIN'TUH POINT FING'UHS DEN GET OUT."

The pink head clenched his fists, trying his hardest not to explode in front of everyone. "Fine."

He stood up, walking out and slamming the door behind him.

Namjoon had no jobs for the rest of the day which left him walking around the headquarters to clear his head.

Just when he finally started fitting in, Seokjin kicked him out of the meeting and made him feel out of place again. No matter how much he tried, he would never seem to fit in. The mafia life was thrilling on its own but mixed with feelings and drama, then it was a whole disaster in the pink head's part.

He really wanted to leave if it wasn't for Jackson and Jimin. Maybe if he was actually able to go on missions, then he wouldn't feel so isolated. He couldn't recall the last time he's actually gone out of the headquarters (apart from the rooftop).

Why did he even have to go to the meetings if his opinions and inputs were invalid to the mafia boss? The meetings were a cruel mockery to him and his emotions.

It's funny, really. He changed his appearance, his personality, his attitude— and for what? Did he think that it would get Seokjin to like him back? How gullible of him.

He mentally scoffed at his situation, lighting a cigarette and placing it between his lips.

"I'm not gonna blow my cover, dad." A voice from around the corner said lowly but loud enough to halt Namjoon from his steps.

Sehun.

To confirm that his head wasn't just messing with him, the pink-haired male peaked around the corner to see no other than his rival on the phone, facing the other direction.

He pulled back, searching for his phone in his pockets, only to find that it was no better time than at this moment that he forgot the damn thing. Silently cursing to himself, instead of recording, he settled on trusting his hearing.

Which was never the best idea but he had to work with what he had.

"They're planning to prepare their mafia for our next attack— yeah, I know we already expected this but we'll have to be cautious about our next move." There was a short pause, Namjoon assuming that his father was talking from the other line. "I told you, I haven't been caught yet but there's this one guy that's on to me. Luckily him and the boss seem to have a past so Seokjin never believes him. Doesn't mean the fucker's not annoying though. I could kill that bitch right now if it wouldn't blow my cover."

Namjoon rolled his eyes despite knowing his life was being threatened.

He had to tell Seokjin. The mafia boss needed to get rid of that rat before he got ahold of any more important information.

"Got it. I'm going back now. Can't cause any more suspicion." The dark-haired male suddenly mumbled through the phone, catching Namjoon off guard.

The tall male quietly snuck off, accidentally dropping his lit cigarette on the floor from his rush.

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Short chapter oOps

I know, the song only semi went with the chapter. At this point, I put songs in to give you guys extra songs to add to your playlists incase you like my taste— of course, I do try to match them with the scenarios.

From my estimation, this book will probably only have less than 8 chapters left (depending on how I decide to structure the events). Don't take my word for it though 🙈

Anyways, this man is the current loml 👇🏻
(He looks like Jin lol)

And she is my favorite actress 👇🏻

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