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I'm Tired - Labrinth and Zendaya

Jimin felt like he was in an illusion throughout the entire day.

While showering, changing, laying in bed - life just didn't feel real anymore.

He was alone, after a very long time of always having someone beside him.

And he felt the world sinking in more and more before his eyes, just like the discomfort in his abdomen and the suffocation in his lungs.

Truth is, Jimin did overdo it big time.

With the drinks, the smoking, then the drugs - his body couldn't keep up with it.

Now whenever he eats, a stricking pain stabs his abdomen. Even when he drinks water too.

He knows last night he probably threw up a lot, and perhaps that irritated his stomach, but he feels so nauseous and sick that by this point it's frightening him.

Even while moving, he feels that discomfort sitting there in his body.

To block it off, he ended up taking a long nap throughout the day since he was still tired.

Within that time, Minho came into the room to check up on him with a med kit. Taking advantage that Jimin was heavy in sleep, he sits on the chair beside him and began to check his temperature - realizing he did have a bit of a fever.

So Minho began to check everything - heart rate, breathing, blood pressure, stomach - everything.

By the time he was done, there was not an inch of Jimin's body he didn't touch. After noting down the numbers on a notepad from his vitals, Minho went directly to get medicine for his fever, any pains and nausea, and for his upset stomach - that he caught on while Jimin was eating.

Carefully he reached under him and carefully guides him up. Jimin's sleepy head falls to Minho's chest, but Minho only focuses on taking the glass of water and gently presses it to his lips in a soft tap - trying not to startle him awake.

Jimin didn't react instantly but after the second gentle tap, he softly flutters his eyes open.

His body felt too weak to give a startled response like how he felt the second he met Minho's gaze, but then his eyes flickers to the glass of water and wordlessly lets Minho guide him to take gentle sips.

That small sip was enough to send a direct and uncomfortable pain once again to stab his stomach.

"It's okay," Minho whispers, noticing the way Jimin tried to hold back his winces, "I have some medicine for you."

And one by one, Minho gave Jimin the medicine, frowning to how Jimin's eyebrows twitches with every gulp he takes of water.

By the time he was done, Minho eases him back down on the bed and quickly left to only come back with a small bowl of water and a towel - only to find Jimin once again fast asleep.

Throughout the remainder of the time, Minho would guide the small towel in gentle pats on Jimin's forehead. He used another one to wipe it on his arms and warm hands and to his feet, making sure he was clean and skin was cooled down from his sweat of his fever.

By the time he was done, he gathered his things and left the room to give Jimin space to sleep.

Who knows how much time passes since then but when Jimin woke up again, it was growing darker outside in a nice sunset atmosphere. He was sweating a bit but feels a tad bit better than how he was earlier. Using the bit of strength he had, he got up and went to take another shower and got changed in the extra pair of clothes that this room had in the drawers.

Feeling a more energized than earlier, Jimin managed to drag himself out of the room, down the stairs and find himself in the living room.

The place is enormous and really pretty as it is, with the whole cabin vibes. Everything is made of wood, glass wall to look out to the meadow with the perfect view of the sunset. Furniture a cozy leather with a television hanged up by a stacked up rock pillar that reached the ceiling, followed by a fireplace below it.

The kitchen is wide, spacious and clean.

So very clean.

This whole place is just very clean in general.

And.... Empty.

Where's Minho?

Looking around now, Jimin's eyes traces up the small spiral staircase from where he came from and went back up, now noticing the other doors around the one he was in.

So gently he knocked on every single one of them before opening them to make sure it was empty, or if Minho was in there.

But they were all mainly empty.

The last one he came to, which was next to his, he did hear a bit of ruffling when he knocked carefully in it. So he did stop and waited.

When the door opened after a few seconds, before him is a sleepy Minho with brunette hair all over the place and eyes squinted in his sleep. He looked like he definitely was in a deep sleep by how his arms even had the marks of his sheets pressed against it.

Which was obvious because he was practically naked, with only boxers on, in front of Jimin.

The second Jimin noticed the boxers, he fought with everything in him to only focus on Minho's face.

Despite how his hands was fiddling nervously to take a glance at - well - everything.

Let's just say Minho really works on his body a lot.

"Sorry," Was the first thing Jimin said, "I just woke up and didn't see you - um... You can go back to sleep -"

"No it's fine, I'm already awake," Minho yawns and goes back to his room, grabbing a pair of shorts before putting it on and walks past Jimin, "You hungry?"

Jimin did want to say yes, but his stomach sure was not feeling the food agenda right now - or at all.

When he didn't respond, Minho takes a glance back to him while they were making their way down the stairs, noticing his expression, "Actually let's take a breather outside first, then we can discuss dinner plans."

The small twitching smile on Jimin's lips said it all, and they were now making their way to the sliding wall window, easing out to the back porch to take in the view of the meadow with the breathtaking sunset.

Quietly the two just lean over the railing breathing in this view; the soft wind caressing every stand of hair like soft fingertips, birds chirping to the warm air kissing the sky, animals quietly moving along side the trees to get ready for bed.

Life was just moving, right before their eyes.

Quietly, slowly, and softly.

And it felt.... Peaceful.

For once, Jimin felt peaceful yet vulnerable.

Very vulnerable.

With a twitching frown, he leans his chin on his crossed arms on the railing, staring out to the view with a dim stare in his eyes.

"I'm worried."

Minho didn't look at Jimin, just to not make him feel uncomfortable by the added attention, but Jimin knew he was listening.

Ready for him to open up.

Jimin gulps thickly and closes his eyes, "My stomach hasn't been feeling so well, and I think it was because I was going off too hard on the liquor and smoking and...... If I'm honest Minho, I'm tired."

This time Minho does look at him, seeing the fragile delicacy in Jimin's eyes.

And he softly asks, "What are you tired of?"

It took so much strength for Jimin to say the words that came out of his lips next.

"Of being a prisoner to myself."

Now his throat squeezing, Jimin rubs a hand against his neck, hoping to ease the tension forming in there but he only stands up right and let's put a shakily breath out to the air.

Sinking in the world around him.

"It's no shock that I have an addiction to smoking," Jimin croaks through his quivering breath, "Right now it feels so fucking hard to breathe, my stomach hurts and I can't eat and my throat burns - It's scaring me that I'm feeling like this. I have a problem, I-I know I do and I can't.... I can't escape it."

Minho frowns to Jimin's suffocating confession, seeing the way he's trying so hard not to choke on his sobs. He gives him his space to let it out, to breath and gather his composure whenever he's ready.

But Jimin was only breaking apart more and more, the tears now gliding down his cheeks while he fighting so hard to make it stop.

But it doesn't.

He can't stop crying.

"N-Now when I think about smoking or drinking, it makes me feel so sick to my stomach because all I c-can think about is h-how I'm feeling now," Jimin sniffles, giving up on wiping his tears away, "I-I want to stop, but I k-know I can't."

"Why can't you?"

"I-I just can't!" Jimin exclaims, looking at Minho now, "T-The hookah makes my body relax and it eases me down. Jeongguk drinks like his life depends on it and Taehyung.... He would go along with it. It's everywhere. I can't just stop."

Minho carefully eases a little closer to him, making sure to keep a safe distance away, "You're in a relationship with them Jimin. I can guarantee you that whatever worry you voice out to them, they will do their best to make sure you feel comfortable and safe."

Jimin had his hands over his eyes, rubbing his tears away, "That's the t-thing, I don't want t-them to force their habits away just because of me. I just don't want to...... Feel like this again. I want to think of alcohol and smoking and not having this trigger effect over my body when it happens and - Fuck, what is wrong with me?"

"Nothing is wrong with you," Minho says quietly, looking at him with a comforting stare in his eyes, "There comes a point in our life that we just get this realization that maybe something we were so into back then isn't probably good for us. That's okay. Now what we can focus on is how to make you feel better, and if that means cutting off those things then fuck it, do it until you feel better enough to look at it without wanting to throw up."

The wobble on Jimin's lips slowly mellowed down and he now hugs his own body, "I-I'm just worried that something severe is happening with me just because of that one fucking night."

Minho now turns to look at him, a small soft smile on his lips, "That's why I'm here to take care of you. If this lasts more than a week, we can go to the hospital. Trust me, I know a thing or to on how to take care of people's health. Perks of being the beater of the group."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Jimin suddenly asks, the broken glass of his orbs piercing right to Minho's gaze, "It was always about Taehyung for you. We were never that close and now all the sudden you're caring, why?"

Minho doesn't say anything for a long moment, just studying Jimin carefully as though he was a delicate puppy. Unable to help himself he raised a hand and gently places it on Jimin's head, gliding it down to his neck.

"You remind me of myself," He says quietly, "We hide ourselves from the people we love the most. We put off an act, being okay or just brushing ourselves off because we think we aren't that important as other people are to us. We tend to forget we are also important too, and should take the time to be cared for as well."

That...... That right there.

Completely broke Jimin.

For once it felt as though someone was seeing through him.

Seeing inside him, without him having to say what it is he's feeling or going through.

And that..... That comfort.

D-Damn.

Jimin's lips wobbled more and he shakily places his hand over Minho's on his neck and tugs it, stepping closer to him and painfully wraps his arms around Minho's torso - letting it all out.

Minho only holds Jimin's head against his collarbone with fingers threading through his soft hair, the other arm wrapped around his shoulders while placing his cheek against the crown of his head - tears glittering his own eyes but he holds it in.

Only comforting the boy, who finally wants to become sober.

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Centuries - Fall Out Boy

Taehyung was a fuming machine.

Not just fuming, but completely and relentlessly boiling.

Glaring to the other side of the ring, where the man claiming his title is sitting on a chair - shifting like a fucking chihuahua under his glare - Taehyung has never felt such a strong impulse to punch the shit out of someone until now.

That's all he can think about.

For claiming his precious Karma.

"You know the rules, you've got to hold your shit together to not kill him."

Taehyung grinds his teeth together as he takes in Taemin's words, letting him put on a black bandana on his head to push back the hair away from his face, "Killing him would be too nice. I will completely fucking destroy him."

Taemin now is in front of him, squatting with a glare of his own that pierces through despite having a cap on to cover his identity.

"He's weak from his left arm and right leg has less balance," He informs, irritated that Taehyung is not even looking at him before he grabs his jaw and pats his to force him to look at him, "I fucking mean it, don't be so damn reckless out there."

A sarcastic smile suddenly perks Taehyung's lips, tilting his head to the side as he looks at Taemin, "Seems like you never have seen me fight while I'm Karma."

"I don't give a fuck who you become or not when you fight," Taemin spits bitterly, making Taehyung's smile drop, "This body needs to be intact and not in prison for murder."

"You'll bail me out won't you?"

Taemin twists a scowl, "Don't get cocky with me."

"Oh but deel down inside," Taehyung leans to his face, chaotic eyes glowing to the cheers of the people around him, "I know you get feral for my cocky tongue."

Taemin's eye twitches, just as Taehyung winks at him when the whistle blows - forcing the cheers of the crowd to explode in the ring. Without another word, Taemin goes to the cage door and gets out while taking the chair and water bottle.

When he makes it out, Taemin once again makes eye contact with his leader - who has his entire focus on Taehyung with eyes perplexed in complete concentration.

Knowing well this could either end horribly bad or in a eases win.

Now Taehyung feels his blood pumping faster, adrenaline cruising through every vessel in his body as he walks to the center of the ring, along with his opponent.

The ref did his usual shit before a fight but Taehyung couldn't even focus on that. His fingers kept itching against the tape on his knuckles, growing more and more filled with rage as this man refused to look at him.

The man who tried to steal his title.

The man who claimed himself as Karma.

Karma.

Karma.

K-Karma?

The second the bell rang, signaling the start of the match, Taehyung was definitely not expecting a fucking punch to come so soon smashing against his face.

It completely caught him off guard.

One punch became another punch and suddenly Taehyung is against the gates, and this man is throwing punches after punches all over his body.

Taehyung shield his face and head, feeling this confusion and odd clash of reality fighting against each other along with the man's assaults.

Taehyung and Karma.

Taehyung or Karma?

The ref immediately rang the whistle, forcing his opponent back. Meanwhile Taehyung stayed still for a moment, eyes blurred as he looks at the floor in completely breathlessness.

Why is he feeling like this?

Is it because he doesn't feel that adrenaline and high when he becomes his persona of Karma? Or because he's aware that if he loses this match, he won't be known as Karma anymore?

Someone will steal that title completely away from him.

That name he grew up with.

Karma.

His alter ego.

Shit.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TAEHYUNG! LET'S GO!"

Taehyung shakes his head from the weird feeling and rounds his shoulders, holding his fists up.

Why is his Karma alter ego not being triggered?

It's a fight.

Come on!

He has to win -

A sudden blow on his stomach forced the air out of him in seconds, finding himself on the ground but not long before a body is on him and pounding strong fists against his face.

He's solo on this then.

With teeth gritted tightly, Taehyung kicks the man over him until he flies and falls on the ground. Quickly Taehyung gets on him and was about to swing a punch but the man was quick enough to kick him off, forcing Taehyung to slam his back on the ground.

He's losing this, horribly.

For fuck sakes.

Why isn't Karma acting up!

Is he trying too hard?!

"Losing your cool there?" The imposter chuckles darkly at him, now getting to his feet, a evil glint in his eyes, "You're nothing compared to me, admit it."

Taehyung snarls his bloody teeth and gets to his feet, fists up, "What are you talking about? I'm just getting warmed up."

His opponents face falls to a grim glare before raising a fist, this time Taehyung using his own skills in blocking the hit and managed to get a punch to his abdomen - which didn't do shit.

Since his abdomen is like a fucking brick.

Realizing this, Taehyung aims for the right leg - as Taemin advised - and luckily for him his opponent did fall on that knee, and Taehyung took the change to land a solid punch across his face and send him to the ground.

Okay, he's picking it up now -

A kick was suddenly pounded against his face right at the center, forcing Taehyung to stumble back to the gates and cling against it, but not before he was struck with a hard blow on his head and was suddenly falling to the ground.

That's when his world flowed in slow motion around him.

The ref is seen counting down from ten, along with the audience chanting out 'Karma! Karma!' With the opponent encouraging cheers from the audience.

And Taehyung slowly began to remember how it all started.

The name Karma.

Growing up as a kid with family issues, the streets was his home. Him, Hoseok and Minho would always hang out with the older gangsters around their block and just do crazy shit together.

But they felt safe with them, since they protected them whenever they were around because of how young they were.

When they would do their crazy shit, they all had to follow a street name so no one would snitch out their real name to the cops.

Minho was Shadow.

Hoseok was Sol.

And Taehyung was Karma.

It started off as just as a name, since the gangsters would say that Taehyung brought them good Karma whenever they were together, but soon enough that developed into an alter ego.

A defense mechanism to survive.

And he was always Karma.

Growing up he became more ruthless against those who would mess with his own, the people he cared about being threatened. Aggressive because of the pent up anger he held up from being at home. Emotionless for being too emotional when he would get to his room and cry at night when he would hear his parents fight.

Karma was the person Taehyung wanted to become.

And so, he became Karma.

The first time Taehyung really felt that persona, Karma, was in a fight.

He felt at that moment being so disconnected by his surroundings that he felt light, seeing everything as it happened. He has never felt so fucking alive, powerful, and freedom as he beat those fuckers who thought it was a good idea to ambush Hoseok on his way home one night alone.

From there, at the age of fourteen, Karma was known as the street fighter.

And everyone knew better than to mess with his aggressive persona.

Karma use to always be triggered by violence happening to him, but strange enough..... He isn't now.

Taehyung can't become Karma.

Without him, this fight wouldn't end up with him winning.

Shit.

"TAEHYUNG GET THE FUCK UP!"

Taehyung could hear Taemin's voice amongst the count down, tracing his eyes to see his frantic stare though the cage.

Out of energy and power, Taehyung closes his eyes, "I..... I can't feel Karma. I can't win."

"ARE YOU FUCKING DENSE?!" Taehyung flutters his eyes open, seeing Taemin angrily looking at him now, "YOU ARE KARMA YOU FUCKING DUMBASS! HE IS YOU! YOU JUST HAVE TO STOP DIVIDING THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN YOU AND HIM!"

Counting down to five, Taehyung squeezes his eyes to the pain on his abdomen, "I need Karma to win."

"No you don't," Taemin snarls, gripping tightly to the cage, "I need you to win. You're a fucking trainer. You have the skills to win. It's in you! You have to fucking survive!"

Survive.....

Survive-

Before Taehyung could respond back in a pitiful giving up speak, Taemin suddenly removes the cap from his head - revealing his true identity.

To the whole fucking crowd in the arena.

Those who knows about mafia shit, specifically the goons, didn't hesitate before casting a glance at him from the crowd behind him and noticing the resemblances immediately.

Taehyung's heart sped up, noticing Taemin slow catch more eyes sneering right at him as the words spread a quick as fire amongst the crowd.

But Taemin only looks at Taehyung, leaning to the gate to Taehyung's wide eyes.

"You have seven minutes before they really realize who I am and attack me from the rails," He mutters lowly, "Survive, and save me."

"ISN'T THAT THE MAFIA LEADER FROM VENOM?!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS A MAFIA BOSS DOING IN PHOENIX TERRITORY!?"

Taehyung is quick to his feet, gripping the cage just as Taemin holds his arms up, eyes focused on Taehyung to show he's unarmed.

And he takes a step back.

One step for every minute.

Leading to the crowd, that's held back by the railing.

If he gets close enough to them, they'll yank him over and he's done.

They will kill him.

Taehyung's grip on the cage tightens, "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HIM!"

But no one was listening, they all were glaring directly at Taemin like snarling sharks as they already grab their weapons in hand, ready to attack the mafia leader.

Fuck.

Fuck!

A loud whistle bellows the ring and Taehyung immediately felt a strike on his spine, forcing him to groan painfully but only focused his teary eyes on Taemin.

Who continues to stare at him emotionlessly, taking another step back.

Growing closer to the railing holding back the crowd.

"TAEMIN!" Taehyung screeches, shrieking to the punch that struck his side, "STOP!"

Taemin continues to stare at him, only keeping his arms up.

Before he mouths quietly, something that was like a switch in Taehyung's body.

And immediate switch.

"I trust you, Karma."

And suddenly Taehyung was long gone.

Only fueled by anger and this bubbling power flowing through every vessel in body as he watches the angry crowd from his perspective.

Completely consuming him.

Enough playing around.

Angrily Karma turns his body, just as the opponent was ready to punch us head, but Karma moves his head and grips the cage with both of his hands, lifting him up and kicking the man back with full force.

All the way to the ground.

The crowd screams to this, but Karma didn't give a shit about them.

He has five minutes after all.

His aura immediately coils in darkness as he strides to his opponent, who suddenly squirms to the dark glare in Karma's eyes - completely different to how it was earlier - but Karma only stomps on his fucking face before getting on him and swinging punches with a animalistic screech erupting his throat.

Just as he grabbed his neck and repeatedly slams his fucking skull against the ground, forcing the ref to separate them immediately with a whistle blow.

Karma took that moment to glance at Taemin, seeing him with wide eyes in shock to what just happened, but that didn't stop him from taking a step back.

So close to someone's outstretched hand out to his shoulder.

Karma fucking lost it.

The second the whistle blew back, Karma was impatiently quick to launch a punch and another fucking punch and force a kick right down his opponents face.

He didn't stop there.

Fired in rage, he gets on him and struck right at the center of his face, right to his fucking teeth, and punched it repeated until his teeth all broke by the force that had the man screeching painfully and choking on his bones.

Karma grabbed a fist full of his hair and yanks him up, forcing him to face his chaotic eyes.

"I AM THE ONLY MOTHERFUCKING KARMA! HAHA! NEVER DEFINE THE KING!"

And so Karma gets up and with a last and hard strike, he stomps on his face like a fucking watermelon, completely taking him out cold.

When the countdown started, Karma sneers his gaze to the side immediately, seeing Taemin a step away from the hand now grazing his hair, but he stopped with eyes only focused on Karma.

Only Karma.

Who was physically ready to punch another fucker who touches him.

Especially the man who's outstretching a hand to touch him.

Karma's fist tightens, about to take a step but stops to Taemin's eyes - pleading him to wait.

The second it was announced the opponent as KO'd, that's when all the restraint fell.

Karma won.

Taemin let's put a heavy sigh in relief with eyes closed and steps forward, making Karma smirk broadly with his bloody lips to the evident fear that Taemin undoubtedly felt if Karma would've lost.

But his gaze fixed from Taemin and up the crowd of people, suddenly finding a familiar face in the mix standing by the exit of the arena.

Woosung watches him with a small smirk, only broadening it when Karma scowls at him and spits on the ground with his menacing stare.

Making his mark as Karma.

The one and only king of the ring.

Giggling to himself, Woosung lazily turns around and walks away.

While twirling with the chain of his pocket watch between his fingers.

He has seen enough.

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16 Shots - Stefflon Don

Jeongguk has not been okay.

At all.

Throughout the whole day after he went on his separate ways from Yeosang, he's been worried sick.

Still no word from Jimin and Taehyung, and it's already eight o'clock at night.

Okay he knows he probably shouldn't worry so much, this is Jimin and Taehyung he's talking about. Those two know damn well how to take care of themselves. Besides, it's not like they just disappeared, Jimin did say he needed a bit of space and Taehyung - Fuck, he's at Phoenix right now.

But no, he's with Taemin. Most definitely Taemin wouldn't let anything bad happen to him.

For Jimin's sake.

Besides, for their relationship they did promise each other to be open and understanding with one another. Giving each other space when they need it and all that shit. So Jeongguk definitely needs to calm the fuck down because if he's clingy then it could turn out bad for him.

Yeah, that makes sense.

He needs to ease it down a tad bit.

Being too over protective isn't going to do him any good-

His phone suddenly rings, forcing him to jolt immediately from his couch with his heart hammer his chest while he fiddles to grab his phone from his pocket - only frowning when he sees a call from Yoongi.

Alright, decent and normal boyfriend, he can do that.

So Jeongguk answers the call, putting it on speaker with a scowl, "What?"

"Take me off speaker."

With an eye roll Jeongguk follows as command, taking the phone to his ear, "What did I say about looking through my phone cameras?"

"I wanted to make sure you were alone."

"Definitely am since Jimin and Taehyung are MIA," Jeongguk huffs, sitting back on the couch, "What is it though?"

"Gotta start cleaning up your tracks," Yoongi mutters, the sound of typing clicking in the background, "Seems like the boss's little groupie have come to the conclusion that you have done a little hacking while you were away."

Shit.....

Jeongguk closes his eyes with a heavy grunt, "How long ago?"

"Exactly two hours ago."

"Evidence?"

"Deleted films from Phoenix territory."

"Discovered it?"

"Joshua."

Of course he would.

Filled with dread, Jeongguk slides off the couch and gets to his feet, "You used my computer, right?"

"Yeah. I followed your directions that you left behind and when we talked on the phone while you were in the middle of your mental breakdowns."

"Can't blame me for being an unstable mess during that time," Jeongguk huffs and get into his computer room, that he has told his boyfriends was his gaming room, easing down on the chair and turning on the system, "Has the bosses seen the messages?"

"No."

"Good," Jeongguk chirps, putting on his headset, "Get online, have the headset on."

"Okay."

With that Yoongi hanged up, but not for long before him and Jeongguk are back in a call through the computer, while Yoongi shares the information with him in the data base.

Where Jeongguk was able to see the messages.

"What's the move?"

"Spread a virus on their phones, delete all files, make those fuckers get a new device," Jeongguk instructs nonchalantly, typing the bridge code to protect his traces from Yeonjun's own hacking skills, "I'll return the clips back to the camera records in Phoenix. Lucas and Boss are dealt with, no need for us to keep these hidden."

"Lalisa is active, should I phone her in this call?"

Jeongguk thinks about it for a second, looking over the multiple files before his eyes before humming, "Yeah, shoot her in."

Didn't take long before Jeongguk finally heard his sister's voice again, making him twitch a small smile as he gazes over every file.

"Surprised to see you active and not choking on some dick."

"What can I say? My boyfriends have decided to leave me deprived of attention," Jeongguk remarks back, making Lalisa and Yoongi chuckles to his response, "Alright, you should be able to see what we're working on right now."

"I do see, and it looks like you're close to being screwed," Lalisa snickers, the sounds of clicking filling Jeongguk's ears, "I wouldn't recommend a virus on their phones. They will suspect more it's you."

"What do you suggest we do?" Yoongi asks back.

"Just delete the messages from the bosses phones. Could easily be a sign of a delay."

"Messages still will be saved on everyone else's phone," Jeongguk mutters to himself, looking over the other screen as he adds back the final clips from the Phoenix cameras, "How about a black out in the city? In that way it could explain why their phones won't work anymore."

"It will trace back to you," Yoongi retorts, "Wouldn't recommend it."

"What about a technical issue on the company phones that they use," Lalisa suggests, popping up on the screen how they all use the same phone company, "They won't trace it back to you and will likely dismiss it off as an electrical error. You clean your steps and they won't find your location."

Jeongguk slowly grins to the idea, "Lalisa, I adore you."

"I know."

"While you do that, the connection will disrupt complete usage of phone, I will hack into system using the cellular connecter and shut down all operations while sweeping through their files clean," Yoongi suggests, immediately working on getting into all their phones on the third screen of Jeongguk's computer to his right.

Jeongguk only hums back, focusing on the middle screen, that has the phone company information of each contact signed with them while Lalisa breaks through their defense codes until finally she hands it off to Jeongguk to finish off the remaining steps and with a click shuts down all its system.

Should be running back in a few minutes.

"Alright Yoongi, get to it," Jeongguk orders, watching from the screen as Yoongi quickly breaks through all their phones and complete wipes off all the data clean, all the while Jeongguk starts to develop a message as though he was speaking for the company to their phones specifically explaining the electrical issues that occurred and how the system wiped off their data - saying how it should be up in a few business days.

Even if that was a lie.

From there Lalisa took the message, draft it as a text message, and the second the system was running back up again, she sent it off to them specifically.

Done and easy.

Daily hacker things, definitely has became easier.

Even if they did suspect Jeongguk, they won't have evidence to prove he did anything - Videos cam recordings are back, the messages are gone, he's a ghost all over again.

Just as always.

"Man," Jeongguk puffs, leaning back to his chair, "That took so much energy out of me. Wanna go for a drink as celebration?"

Yoongi chuckles, "You and your alcoholic ass, but sure."

"You're lucky I was in the city, so sounds good to me."

Jeongguk is on his feet, stretching out his limbs, "Great, same time and same place."

"Hell yeah."

And so the three got off and Jeongguk double checked to toughen up his computer system before closing it down, having traps and back ups ready for whatever may happen.

Which won't happen.

After all, he always has tabs on any person he sets his eyes on.

And he can completely ruin their life, with just a click of a button.

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A/N:
Chapter 100 wooohooooo

Next chapter about to be chaotic.

Let's goooo

I PURPLE YOU! <33