A black out flew all over the city.

No signal.

No electricity.

Heating.

Conditioning.

Lights on the streets.

No power.

Police sirens hollers the air all over the streets, trying to desperately figure out the source of the blackened city in this late hours.

Many people were worried.

Others just went to bed.

Except, not all.

Down a empty street walked a silhouette, moving carelessly with a tune whistling out of his perked lips. He bounced his head from side to side, twirling from time to time while doing some childish moves along the street.

But of course it wasn't empty.

It never is.

Especially with the lenses of every camera watching his every move.

He didn't care though.

He wasn't trying to defend himself.

He was feeding right into their trap, with a smile on his lips reaching his cheeks.

"Bambi," Woosung sings out to the streets, whirling between his feet, "Did I upset you?"

No response.

But Woosung knew he was watching.

He's always watching.

"Bambiiiii Bambi Bambi Bambiiiii," Woosung continues to venture to the air, smiling to the sky, "Remember that song I sang to you before we got drunk and had sex for the first time? How did it go again? Hmm, tsk dum tsk dum so bad, so bad. Something like that-"

Just then a television screen from one of the electronics store zapped on, demonstrating a band singing.

"Ain't never felt this way. Can't get enough so stay, with me, yeah."

Woosung chuckles to the air, staying by the screen as he sways with Jeongguk's ghost - just like how they did that familiar night.

Where things were..... Normal.

And not so complicated.

"Oh my heart hurt so good, I love you babe," Woosung whispers under his breath, the tears escaping his closed eye lids as he continued to sway to the music, "So bad, s-so bad."

Woosung's heart scrunched up, and at that moment he wanted to run away.

He wanted to disappear.

Anything but not be here as memories flashed through his mind, making him possibly more fragile than it should've.

Two weeks has he been expecting something from the three after the disaster that occurred. But he knew Jimin well enough that he wouldn't act so impulsively.

No doubt Taehyung is upset, and Jeongguk too.

Woosung doesn't know what to expect.

When he received a text from unknown numbers in that dysfunctional group chat, he knew he lost them.

Yet followed their instructions to wander the streets alone.

So, that's what they did.

Him, Taemin and Minho.

Are they going to beat him up? Torture him? What's their form of payback for causing someone with their sister to get arrested? For hacking someone's system and exposing their secret life to the people they care about?

Woosung doesn't know.

A broken heart can only lead to so much.

And one of those things is to cause pain.

That's why Woosung wasn't expecting anything.

Only welcomed it.

Just like the arms that wrapped around his waist from behind.

He recognized the scent.

"Hi WooWoo," The deep husky caressed his ear, just like the Han that traveled up his chest and to his neck, suddenly gripping tightly, "I think it's time we chatted."

Woosung closes his eyes to the familiarity of the voice, a small smile twitching his lips that betrayed his heart.

Shakily he raises a hand and places it over the one on his neck, rubbing the knuckles tenderly before turning around.

Facing the man with the technology talent before his eyes.

Jeongguk didn't seem at all filled with emotions to say the least; if anything he looks as heartless as Taemin by this point.

But Woosung ignored it, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk's neck and resting his head on his neck, "Last dance?"

For a good moment Jeongguk didn't move as Woosung swayed with him, humming the soft melody of the song the filled the air between them.

And it seems as though Jeongguk's tender soul deep in his heart moved before he could even properly think about it.

Fingers grazing Woosung's back and holding him tightly in his arms, Jeongguk moved along with him to the song.

Right here, in this empty street.

Just the two of them in this silent and empty night.

And right here was where Woosung felt complete.

Like home.

By being in his Bambi's arms.

"Bambi," Woosung murmurs quietly, eyes closed, "I love you."

"Don't say that."

"I love you," Woosung repeats, just as the song was approaching it's ending, "It was nice meeting you honestly. We had a lot of interesting memories together, but one thing I can sure count on is that I would do anything to make sure you happy."

"You have an interesting way of showing it."

"I do don't I?" Woosung giggles sadly, rising his head up to meet Jeongguk's eyes, "I love you Bambi."

Jeongguk's eye twitched, "Woosung-"

"Shh don't say anything back, please," Woosung whispers, taking in every single detail of Jeongguk's face in his memory, "Let me just have my moment."

Jeongguk didn't say anything back, only studies as Woosung gently eases a hand over and caresses a strand of Jeongguk's hair away from his face while his smile twitches wider as he breathes him in.

"I love you so much Bambi."

Just as the song ended.

Woosung's smile suddenly falls, now having this emptiness filling his eyes replacing the stars that were once glittering his eyes.

It sent a shiver down Jeongguk's spine, especially when Woosung leaned to his face.

"Whatever revenge plot you have for me,
I'm already one step ahead of you," Woosung drawls lowly, making Jeongguk's eyes widen, "Don't lose yourself Bambi."

Suddenly a fist is flying through the air, landing right to Jeongguk's cheek from Woosung's brutal hand.

Forcing him to the ground.

Just as Woosung bolts away in a run in the shadows.

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The world is quiet.

Really quiet.

Nothing but the gentle sounds of the waves from the river that Taemin is watching from the rock edge, sitting down, gazing over to the quiet and dark city dimmed down of light.

Only with the moon and stars to guide.

Yet no matter how beautiful the sight was, Taemin couldn't make himself be able to feel something for it.

Nothing could really these days.

Not even the soft steps that approached him within his peace of being in this silence, who sat down beside him.

His heart no longer skipped a beat as it use to before.

Not for Jimin anymore.

And for once, it was relieving.

It really was.

Taemin stays quiet as he watches the view with Jimin by his side, who also stays quiet too.

But of course, not for long.

"I never meant to hurt you Taemin."

Once upon a time, Taemin believed those words.

He believed anything that came out of Jimin's lips.

Because he trusted him that much.

Now Taemin just..... Couldn't find it in himself to react.

"In the beginning, I tried to stay away from you because I knew if I got close to you, I would hurt you. I would hurt our friendship. And I did."

Taemin still remains quiet, not sparing a glance to Jimin.

He didn't deserve that much attention.

"And then I took advantage of your feelings for me, took your virginity, and..... I used it as leverage, knowing well it was a delicate topic for you. It might've seen as though I never took your seriously, but I did. Still do."

Taemin didn't move a muscle, yet he wasn't tense or conflicted with the pain burning in his eyes of the memories Jimin is recalling.

His eyes are empty.

Emotionless.

Just like the mellow expression on his face.

No signs of anger, sadness, or hysteria like how they use to before by this topic.

It's only...... Blank.

And Jimin noticed.

Of course he did, and that..... Scared him.

A lot.

But he continued, "I..... I really do care about you. We all do but I must admit, you exposing Jeongguk like that and hacking his system was forcing it -"

And there it is.

What Taemin waiting for.

The guilt tripping.

Forcing it?

Taemin breaks a smile to this, giggling a little to himself that quickly silence Jimin.

That laugh.

That laugh was not familiar.

Not familiar at all.

"Forcing it you say?" Taemin quietly ventures, letting his gaze fall to his lap with his smile, "You want to know what's forcing it? Jimin?"

Jimin's breath was caught in his throat, the fear trembling his limbs because he was definitely not expecting this reaction at all.

And when Taemin looks at him, Jimin knew at that moment that this was not the man who use to call him Gatita.

The man with the tender soft spot for his heart.

The man who adored him, always, with his life.

No..... This isn't Taemin.

This is mafia boss Taemin.

It screams it all over his eyes as it remains empty, yet with a smile so cynical as though he would at any second drown Jimin into the River.

Best believe he was considering it.

"Forcing it is having four years of shame weighing on my shoulders because the man I loved used me, and me letting it slide because of how much I cared about you," Taemin says with an empty voice lacing his words, "Forcing it is having that same man dangle the pride to my best friend just to their own advantage to getting what you wanted, without considering my feelings. It's having your boyfriends after my ass, knowing how fragile I was to feelings, and attempting to use it for their own advantage too and not hearing you speaking up to defend me. That's forcing it."

Jimin stayed silent to this, sinking in Taemin's words before the man tsks and looks over to the river again, shaking his head, "Guilt trip me all you want. I have every right be how I am now because the three of you created a fucking monster."

And that's not a lie.

Taemin never imagined a world where he would be cold or in his business mode to anyone, or everyone.

But they did that to him.

Become emotionless by how much they used him.

Everyone reaches a breaking point, and Taemin reached his.

All because of a stupid thing called love.

Ridiculous.

"Taemin...... I'm sorry-"

"Save it," Taemin huffs, glaring to the river, "I don't want to hear anything more from you. Whatever revenge you have planned out for me, get this over with. Bring hell on Earth for all I care."

Jimin was left quiet, not saying anything for a long moment before he sighs and got to his feet.

"Fine. I wanted to be civil."

Taemin suddenly felt a rough kick slamming in his back, forcing the air out of him as he's suddenly moving forward now.

Right into the water of the river.

Without being able to swim.

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Minho was at the gym.

He was ready for a power outage and just spread a few candles to be his light source as worked out, now going aggressively on the punching bag.

It helps, believe it or not, easing this type of aggression.

The type to just finally hit something.

Minho would've followed the plan and wandered out on his own, but if he did that he's afraid he would end up doing something he would regret.

Especially if his emotions were unstable.

His mirror is shattering.

The once ability to conceal emotions now quivering, breaking, and Minho doesn't know for how long it could last before it shatters completely.

Before he shows how vulnerable he truly is.

Punching the bag much more aggressively, Minho groans under his breath and sent another rough punch, nearly punching it off it's hinges.

If it wasn't for the pair of hands that kept in in place.

Ah, looks like he found him after all.

But seems like talking wasn't in the agenda because before Minho knew it, the bag came flying full force towards him and slamming to his face - forcing him to stumble back.

He didn't even have time to recover before a punch suddenly landed to his abdomen, another to his sides, and an aggressive one across the face.

And there's one thing for sure now - Karma has grown stronger.

And angrier.

So damn angry.

Minho for a second was on the floor, and was considering on fighting back but then second he met Karma's raging eyes glaring down at him with a fist in the air - Minho didn't stop him.

He let him strike again.

And again.

And again.

No matter how long it took.

Good thing Minho was trained to take a punch, and possibly a few hits after the experience of his role, but this one hurt more than any of the previous ones did.

And it wasn't just because of Karma's brutal hands striking his face, or because the hits actually hurt.

It was because of the sobs that came out of Karma's lips as he did this, the tears glowing in his eyes within every single punch.

All the way until he suddenly screams, just as Minho is laid motionless on the ground - completely beaten up, yet still breathing.

Up until a gun was suddenly pointed to his forehead by Karma's shakily and bloody hands, just like the bleeding gaze oozing into Minho's own soul.

Who didn't push him away.

"You're such a fucking coWARD!" Karma roars, pressing the gun harder to his forehead, "Fight me. Fight me back FOR BETRAYING ME AGAIN!"

Minho didn't respond back, this time earring a hard hit from the gun in his cheek - feeling a fresh cut on his skin already.

He never allowed anyone to mark his face.

Ever.

It was his trigger.

It absolutely infuriate him, drove him mad.

Yet when he sneers his gaze to Taehyung, considering in throwing him off and showing who's the powerful one between the two.

Minho only kept thinking in his head 'I love you'.

Another punch to the face.

I love you.

Skull slamming to the ground.

I love you.

Hands strangling his neck.

I love you.

That was his anchor.

His love for his Little Karma.

Who this time pulled the safety off the gun, trembling lips in a sneer as he glares at Minho.

"You betrayed me," He sneers, this small tint of a quiver lacing his voice, "I went to prison for you, and what did you do? You left me and then abandoned me and my sister to the cops. I fucking hate you."

"I know."

"I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU MINHO!"

I love you.

"I-I know."

"You shouldn't have came back. I was fine. I was fucking happy!"

Minho closes his eyes, his own lips quivering, "I know Tae."

"Ever since you three came back you have made me, Jeongguk, and Jimin's lives a living hell. Now you get your payback."

He lost Taehyung:

For good.

He really did.

But, this is not how it's going to end.

Minho peers is fragile eyes to Taehyung's own hysterical ones, glancing to the hun shakily on his hands.

"I'm sorry Tae," He whispers, "But I'm not going to die because of your hands."

And suddenly Minho grabs his wrist and twist it, forcing Taehyung to yelp and drop the gun, but Minho twist him all the way down to the ground before quickly retrieving the gun and running to the exit.

"I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU! YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING DIE!"

Maybe he is.

But not like this.

They all know it.

It's time.

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An abandon building stood tall in the city, abandoned but with a content sign of it finally being sold.

Use to be an old clothing factory.

Now it's just ancient history to the country.

Or so it might've.

That's where the dripping wet body ended up trailing to, gasping for breath desperately with shakily hands caressing the wall with chokes between every exhale by the lungs - that burned from drowning until Yeonjun came and saved him.

After all, that was not how Taemin was supposed to end things.

Body trembling by the cold and oxygen choking his throat, Taemin finally made it to the open space of dusty old tables large windows cascading light inside.

Precisely cascading light to the individual sitting on one of the tables, who's kicking his feet against the cemented ground with a frown.

Taemin didn't hesitate from grabbing the gun that Yeonjun gave to him and pointing to to the person, who immediately perked his head up.

That didn't stop Taemin.

He stormed right up to him - his best friend, boss, and family - and pointed the run right to Woosung's head.

Woosung's eyes bled into his, taking in his wet body with a frown before looking into his eyes.

"So be it."

Just then a gun nudged the side of Taemin's head, not making him turn his burning eyes to be able to tell who it was.

But Woosung pulled out his gun and points it to Minho's head, pressing it to his skull.

It was finally quiet.

Sweetly quiet.

They'll be happy.

And they wouldn't have to get in trouble with the world.

They already showed their colors enough to each other.

"We should've just dated each other."

Minho's subtly comment provoked a weak smile from Woosung, even a twitch to Taemin's lips as a tear glided down his cheek.

"We should've," Woosung beams, leaning his forehead and pressing it to the tip of Taemin's gun, "Maybe then we wouldn't be here."

Taemin's lips trembled a little, glancing to Minho and the gin aimed to his head, "You guys were the only ones who never hurt me," And he looks at Woosung, "Am I enough though?"

A heavy breath escapes Minho's lips, eyes burning, "You're more than enough," Minho whimpers, "This is never going to end, is it?"

"It will," Woosung says quietly, "Today."

Simultaneously, they removed the safety, guns now pressed hard to each other's head.

Taemin closes his eyes and bows his head, "It was a privilege working with you two."

"We tried, didn't we?"

Woosung's lips quivered to this and he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, "3."

"2 -"

"WHAT THE HELL!"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!"

The power abruptly flashes on.

Just as fingers pressed on the trigger.

"1."

Boom.

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I Purple you! *runs away*