Seokjin pressed his temples in extreme displeasure, his long fingers suddenly itching to tap the red 'end' button on the phone currently pressed to his ear.

"Jungkook." He stated after a good few minutes, causing an abrupt pause on the blabbering session upheld from the other side of the line, "where are you right now?"

"Just outside the mansion... Why?" The said boy asked from his side, sounding genuinely confused.

Seokjin thought he would nearly burst a vein.

"Then fucking come inside and talk you li'l asswipe!!" The older man growled into the phone, causing the other members in the hall room to twinge up in fear. At that moment Seokjin could easily pass up as a baby stealing ogre, if only the other's didn't know him better.

He hung up and only minutes later a high spirited bunny faced boy sashayed into the hall with a skip in his step, being closely followed by a blank faced Yoongi, who was somehow carrying a sack double his size on his small strong shoulders.

"Good morninggg hyungies~" Jungkook sang, performing a graceful curtsey for the four men in the room and Seokjin gave him the dirtiest look of the century.

"Goodmorning dear Jungkook~" he replied sweetly before the dirty look was back, "Now mind telling us where you disappeared to just before the Gwangju riots?"

Jungkook's smiled wider, straightening up and puffing out his chest.

"I was at a vacation, did I forget to tell you?" He asked him, trying to appear dubious but a wicked smile soon traced his lips, "oh yeah maybe I did."

"Jeon Jungkook you---"

"Jinnie, stop." A deeper voice sighed from the other end, making Jungkook spin to him in utter glee.

"Namjoon hyeong!! I've missed you," he let out, giddily jumping on his heels. The older boy and the boss's right hand man sighed again, fine lines of exhaustion clear on his face.

"You're not supposed to run away before a big event Jungkook," Namjoon told him, sounding like he was trying to compose himself as well, "especially without informing any of us."

"But I did inform Papi here," The younger mafia boss argued, pointing a thumb at Yoongi who gave a curt nod in reply, " I gave him the address and even asked him to come get me."

"But whyd you have to leave like that? You could've joined us in the capitol or stayed home instead! Why'd you have to surrender to the police of some- of some village we don't even know the name of!?!" Jin was infuriated but everyone including Jungkook, knew the main cause of his concern- to protect the heir and leader of the mafia they ran. He'd been assigned to do that since Jungkook was four and running around the mansion with a 9mm loaded pistol in his small hands.

Namjoon walked up to his boyfriend of seven years and placed a hand on his back, massaging it gently.

"Jinnie stop fretting so much, Jungkook's twenty now and he can take care of himself pretty well and about the false surrender, I think it was a great idea for the leader to hand himself in when the riots broke out. It's the perfect alibi." He reasoned out, trying his best to cover up the stupid actions of his boss as usual.

"That was until Min here decided to go burst the wall of the prison and bring him back here when the entire police force of the nation is behind our backs," a higher pitched voice scoffed, rolling his eyes, "so much for creating Alibies."

"Jimin you're one to talk, what the hell where you doing at a tattoo parlor at 3 last night? Weren't you supposed to partner me at the South city gate?" Another voice, belonging to none other than the technical head of the group, Jung Hoseok countered, making the said boy look up in alarm.

"I--- I did go to the bombing center after I got the tattoo, unlike our boss here," Jimin sassed, trying to get the attention back onto the routine offender.

Jungkook gasped, putting a hand on his mouth.

"You got that tattoo without me?" He suddenly accused the shorter male, " we were going to go for the twin bff tattoos, Jimin!"

Jimin only rolled his eyes and brushed a few locks off his forehead, effectively displaying the white bandage over the back of his palm. Jungkook released an indignant huh and crossed his hands on his chest.

"Anyway as I was saying, I told Yoon about my vacation to the police station of Seonchang, and it wasn't completely useless because this time around, I brought somethin' with me!" He said excitedly, turning to face his long time bodyguard who finally dropped the sack he had been carrying all this while with a small thump.

"What'd you bring?" It was Jimin, sounding slightly curious.

"A friend," Jungkook replied haughtily, "much better than you could ever be."

"Well then where're they? And what's in that sack?" Hoseok questioned, pointing at the man sized bag lying sprawled on the floor.

"That's where he is, " Jungkook replied gleefully clapping his hands.

"...in a sack? Wait did you kill him ? Jungkook how many times have I asked you to stop playing with corpses--"

"He's alive Jin," Jungkook cut him off with an unimpressed expression, "Just drugged and I'm not twelve anymore, can somebody please remind him?"

Namjoon held the bridge of his nose at the chaos forming in the group, right at the brink of when they should be escaping the country.

"Guys--" he starts only to be interrupted by a curious Hoseok.

"Oh so he's the guy you asked me to make the passport for? Kim Taewan!" Hoseok took a few steps closer to the limp sack, kicking it with the foot of his boot. Jungkook nodded and ordered Yoongi to pull the boy out of the sack.

When he did, all the four men gathered around the boy and peered down in awe, closely resembling medical interns examining a dead frog for the first time.

"Wao he pretty," Hoseok commented releasing a low whistle and Seokjin nodded in agreement.

"His name's Kim Taehyung," Jungkook said proudly. Jimin twisted his lips and scoffed.

"Namjoon look! Let's adopt him please he's so cute," the blonde man said, beginning to tug at his boyfriend's arm. Namjoon let himself be nagged with, meanwhile carefully assessing the boy on the ground.

"He's an officer. You kidnapped an officer on duty!?" He asked incredulously looking up at his boss who didn't even bat an eyelid.

"Yeah," he replied shortly, checking his nails.

"Why?" Namjoon asked him, mind already in a turmoil as he glanced back down at the sweet looking boy in the navy uniform.

"Because he's cute... and gay... And oh! has a very plump ass by the way," Jungkook replied ending his statement with a sleazy wink which put off the older.

"So you kidnap him?" Namjoon asked back, somewhat agitated.

"Dude, we're the mafia. That's what we do, big deal," the boss told him rather sternly before turning to a pissed looking Jimin.

"So what say Jimmy Kimmel, isn't he prettier than you? Or should I say ex best friend?" Jungkook smirked at the anger ridden expression forming on the smaller's face.

"Do whatever you want, but he's not coming with us to Chicago." Jimin grumbled, looking away in slight jealousy.

"Oh but he is!" The mafia boss smirked wider, " Hoseoks already gotten him a fake passport with a fake name, so he's coming with us. I have to admit he's been so nice to me! Sucks a little in monopoly and is an amature moaner but yeah... I think if we could teach him a thing or two he'll come in handy."

Namjoon got back to his feet and brushed his expensive dress pants.

"When's he going to wake up? We leave in half an hour." He informed the boss in his usual businesslike tone, all signs of empathy from earlier now gone.

"Well i think it's about time--" Jungkook started, only to be interrupted by a soft broken voice coming from the direction of the floor.

"O-oh Burberries... Where-- where in heavens, am i??"

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