"Der he'uh, SJ!"

Then a gun shot fired before the line cut off.

"Fuckin' hell." Seokjin glared at his phone, shoving it in his boot compartment and grabbing his gun and dagger from the drawer. He stood up with a scowl, attempting to leave the younger.

"What? What's happening?" Namjoon questioned, stopping the older from his tracks.

"Those Dagg'uh scums are attackin' our mafia." The mafia boss explained, hastily shrugging on his jacket. "My best men aren't he'uh. I need tuh go out der myself."

The pink-haired male's eyes widened, grabbing the male's arm. "You can't go out there without Hoseok Or Jungkook. I'm going with you."

"No da fuck yuh not. Stay in my office until I come back." Seokjin ordered shrugging the other's hand off.

"I'm coming with you, Seokjin." Namjoon firmly stated, his boss' intense gaze boring into him.

The older clenched his jaw, not one part of him wanted the pink head to go out there but he had no choice since he had no time to waste. "Fine." He grumbled, tossing his gun toward the younger and grabbing his spare one from the drawer.

Namjoon swiftly caught it, insides smiling despite the dangerous situation he just got himself into. He followed the male out the door, halting when Seokjin suddenly stopped.

"What are you doing-"

The raven head turned around with worried eyes. "Be careful out der, Joon." This made the younger's heart stop, cursing himself when his eyes threatened to droop. "Park n' Wang would kill me if somethin' happened tuh you."

He nodded shakily, feeling like a toddler entering nursery school for the first time and thinking of how he's never been out of his parents' care for more than two hours. Not that toddlers even knew what an hour was.

The duo headed out and down the emergency stairs. It wouldn't be smart to use the elevator when they had no idea what was going on in the first floor.

Right as they reached ground floor, it was complete chaos.

First thing Namjoon saw were two men throwing punches. Before the Dagger mafia member—he assumed— could return a hit, a bullet shot through his skull, an instant kill that made him immediately fall to his knees. The shooter and the other Dire mafia member grinned to each other before going on to help their team.

Another person threw a chair at a buff, Hulk-looking guy who didn't even flinch when the whole seat basically bounced off of his chest. What the hell do they feed these men?

The pink-haired male, who was completely stunned by the whole scene, didn't even notice the Dagger member charging toward him. Lucky for him, Seokjin was already in full fighting mode, immediately pulling his gun out and shooting the man right between his eyes.

"Stay close tuh me, Namjoon." The mafia boss groaned, getting his dagger ready when the younger nodded.

Namjoon should be scared. He really should. But that feeling of adrenaline rushing through his body when he punched one of the rival members square to the face was addicting. The fire in him only grew from every bullet he pierced through a man's chest, pulling a sadistic smirk on his tan face.

He was enjoying every bit of it.

Once most of the Dagger mafia's men were taken down, the rest retreated back to their own headquarters, finally giving the Dire mafia a break. A lot of Seokjin's men were injured but according to the mafia boss, it wasn't too bad considering they were unprepared to start with. Two to three dead members were little to no loss.

The raven-haired male ordered his men to clean up, getting rid of the aftermath, before heading back to his office with Namjoon trailing behind him. He took his leather jacket off, hissing to himself.

The younger noticed, turning the male around to be met with a large gash on his arm.

"Jin, you're hurt." Namjoon scrunched his brows, panicking. He immediately took the hem of his own shirt and applied pressure onto the injury, soaking up the crimson blood littering every speck of skin on his forearm. "I know how to stitch up a wound. Where's the first aid kit?"

"It's not a big deal, Namjoon. I'll be fine." Seokjin assured, clearly trying to suppress the pain from his expression.

"Will you just let me do what I want for once? I'm trying to help you." The younger pleaded, looking directly into the mafia boss' eyes.

Knowing there was no point in arguing, the older gave in. "I have one at my place."

Thankfully, Seokjin's condo was nearest to his own office which was pretty convenient. The taller unlocked the door, walking into the kitchen. "Top, right cabinet." He instructed, leaning on the counter while he watched the younger grab the kit.

Namjoon lifted himself on the counter top, getting a towel ready when the older rinsed his own arm in the sink to disinfect the wound and rid of any dried blood. The mafia boss walked over to the younger, standing between his legs and reaching his arm out so the pink-haired male could carefully dry the skin around his wound with a clean towel.

He placed the towel down, grabbing the small suture kit in the box and preparing the needle.

"Whe'uh did you learn how tuh stitch a cut?" Seokjin mumbled, focusing on how delicately the younger held the small needle between his fingers.

"My mom's a nurse— This is gonna sting." The pink head warned before piercing the needle through the skin and continuing his talking to help somewhat distract the older from the pain. "I used to be a really clumsy kid when I was little— falling off my bike, hitting my head on the edge of the pool, accidentally cutting myself with a knife while attempting to cook— so my mom was worried that I'd get injured when she's not around. She thought it was best if she taught me all the basics to treat a wound— that included stitching. You can't even imagine how many stitches I had to get as a kid." He weakly laughed to himself.

Seokjin snickered, nodding. "Taehyung used tuh be clumsy too. Still is actually. But I leave him off tuh Jeon tuh take care of." He frowned when a certain piercing stung more than the others before changing the topic. "You did pretty good out der. Still, I kept an eye on you jus' incase since you've nev'uh been in a situation like dat. How's it feel tuh finally use a gun on a real person?"

Namjoon thought about it while wrapping gauze around the stitched wound. "Never in my life would I have thought that I'd be part of a mafia, let alone risking my life for one. So shooting a gun? To purposely kill a person?..."

The older saw the male gulp, softly rubbing his thumb on top of the gauzed wound. He knew the younger would regret it. "Namjoon-"

"Was exciting as hell."

Well that was definitely not what the mafia boss expected.

"What?"

"I liked it. It was thrilling and being out there, knowing that I'm dodging death by it's fingertips, made me feel alive." Namjoon beamed, smiling widely which only made him flinch from the sudden pain in his jaw.

The mafia boss tilted the other's head to the side, sighing when he saw a bruise already forming. "Yuh he'uh takin' care of me when yuh also hurt. Yuh goin'tuh get me in trouble with Park and Wang. Fuckin' idiot." Though his words sounded harsh, Seokjin walked over to the fridge, grabbing an ice bag from the freezer.

The older went back to his spot between the male's legs, gently placing the bag on top of the other's forming bruise while Namjoon avoided his eyes.

He's just repaying you for helping him, Joon. The pink head reminded himself, gaze on the mafia boss' wrapped arm.

"Nammie!" Someone yelled from the front door. Seokjin sat the ice bag on the counter, backing away to let the younger hop off.

Jimin and Jackson barged into the kitchen not long after, both pulling their friend into a protective hug.

"Fuck! You had me worried!"

"Can't believe you fought without me!"

Namjoon didn't react, letting them worry to themselves while he finally looked up, only to see that the mafia boss already had his eyes on him.

Their expressions remained emotionless.

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Fighting scenes are so not one if my strengths when it comes to writing. I'm better at describing and inflicting sad emotions so if the Dagger mafia attack wasn't up to par, then that is probably why.

I'm too tired to add a song tonight so I'm sorry for that. I'll try to incorporate one next chapter. 💜

Anyways... VOTE OR ELSE YOONGI WILL GET THESE HORRID BRAIDS AGAIN

Edit: I'm joking btw for those of you taking it the wrong way... MIN YOONGI LOOKS GOOD IN ANYTHING