"I-I think I'm gonna go take a breather." Namjoon stuttered out, quickly walking pass the raven head and exiting the place.

There was a moment of silence before Jackson decided to voice out his anger. "Jin, what the hell is going on?!"

He walked up to the raven head, standing a foot away.

"It's none of yuh business, Wang."

"IT IS IF YOU SLEPT WITH MY FUCKING BEST FRIEND, JIN!" The brunet yelled, chest heaving when he pushed the older's shoulder with his finger.

"Yeah, we hooked up a couple times. It's not my fault that Namjoon didn't tell you." Seokjin snickered. "And watch it, Wang. I'm still yuh boss."

"You're right. You're my boss and you're also my fucking friend that I trusted with Namjoon when you took him into the gang." Jackson reminded. "I'm not pissed because he didn't tell me, I'm pissed because you only used him for pleasure! And what? You thought it'd be funny to drop him for the one person that he hated the most?! How can I fucking call you my friend after knowing that?!" He pushed the mafia boss more aggressively, Seokjin only taking a step back, reflecting no emotions on his face.

"He changed himself fuh you." Jimin spoke up, stepping away from the rest of the members to walk closer to his boss. "Da Namjoon now is different from da Namjoon I first met. Do you know how concerned I was when he asked fuh da rest of my cigs? I asked why he started wearin' a leath'uh jacket and he told me he jus' didn't feel happy with his oth'uh clothes. He fuckin' learned how tuh use a gun n' learned how tuh fight hoping dat you would finally notice him." His tone sounded a lot sadder than Jackson's, maybe it was because he already had the time to surpass his anger but he felt pity for his friend.

"I didn't come he'uh tuh listen tuh you two." The mafia boss deadpanned, trying his hardest to ignore Jackson and Jimin's words, not wanting to give in. He turned to the kitchen doorway where his brother stood with Jungkook. "What did you need me fuh, Taehyung?"

"I know yuh my broth'uh but yuh one hell of a jackass, Jin." Taehyung sighed, disappointed. "I called you so we could all celebrate Namjoon's birthday togeth'uh but we can't do dat anymore when he ain't he'uh."

Seokjin stiffened.

It was his birthday?

"Seriously?" Namjoon groaned, finding himself tied up in a chair again.

Does this always happen to everyday-people too or is it just him?

"Ah, you're awake." Someone chuckled and a pair of boots heavily strode toward the restricted male. The person roughly pulled Namjoon's head up by his hair, flashing a blinding light on his face. The other squinted an eye, the brightness doing no good to his headache. "You're a little bitch, you know that?"

"I've been told." Namjoon sarcastically answered which his kidnapper didn't find too amusing when he pulled on his hair harder.

"I knew being in a mafia would eventually give you an attitude and frankly, I don't like it." He let go of his head, patting the side of his face. The pink head looked at the other's face again, trying to make out the features. And when he finally realized who it was, he scowled in annoyance.

Of course.

"Glad to know the feelings mutual." Sehun smiled mockingly, taking a step back to get a better look at his work. "You're really unfortunate, huh? But I'm glad you're the one that overheard my phone call, makes matters a lot more fun."

Namjoon glared at him. "How did you know?"

"You dropped your cigarette, Joon. Was pretty stupid on your part to be honest." The taller laughed. "The only other two that smoke are Seokjin and Jimin. If it was one of them, then I would be dead by the time they found out. Plus, I like it this way. You could die at any second now that you're in my hands."

"You act like I actually wanna live." The pink head rolled his eyes, relaxing in his seat despite being tied up.

Sehun clenched his fist, restraining himself from punching the male. "You're lucky I can't hurt you unless my boss tells me to."

"Guess you're all talk." Namjoon scoffed.

The taller took a deep breath, leaving the room to ensure himself that he wouldn't go against his boss' order.

The pink-haired male snickered to himself, not believing that he got himself in a situation like this for the second time in less than a year. Things he did? That.

Don't get him wrong, he was scared shitless but there was no point in feeding Sehun the satisfaction of seeing it. His biggest concern was that this time, he was kidnapped by the Dagger mafia— the largest mafia in the country. He had no Jackson to bail him out of the situation— there was no telling if he'd come out of this one alive.

First, Jin; now, this.

Did this really have to happen on his birthday? They couldn't have picked the day after or something?

He should've known not to expect much from this day.

Namjoon wasn't even sure how long he'd been knocked out. What if his friends didn't notice his disappearance? He did walk out in the morning.

He balled his fists in irritation. Life's a bitch for this.

Now the real question, how the hell was he getting himself out of this one?

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I know I always say "short chapter" but this is the shortest chapter I've written for this book HOLY-

Anyways, VOTE SO I CAN GET MY TOE NAILS PAINTED WITH NAMJOON'S CUM