Jin looked around in haste, helpless whimpers scratching his throat, as he analyzed his surroundings with erratic mind. His eyes blown wide with what he had just seen; a mass murder. Conducted by his best friend.

The metallic fragment of blood was filling his nostrils and overwhelming his senses, Making his breaths shorter.

The sight was plain awful and disastrous.

There was no shred of skin left that wasn't stabbed and sliced.

His stomach churned badly. He wasn't used to it. Hell who was even used to this?

The thing about murder was, you should have the stomach to see it, to do it.

As an instant reflex, he turned around to throw up in the corner of the alley, wanting to forget everything he had seen. Namjoon patted the elder's back, soothing him and all, but it didn't quite work.

Jin wiped his mouth with his sleeve, completely shaking, brain too fragile to handle it and going back to what he didn't want to imagine.

He lost consciousness.

When the bartender woke up, he was in his room, took him a while to sit up and he saw Namjoon sitting at the edge of the bed, waiting anxiously.

"J-Jin!" The hacker yelped, and before Jin knew he being pulled into a hug. "God, you scared me so badly..."

Each and every memory came swirling back to Jin and his head swayed. His breathing quickened in mere seconds, what had he seen? What had happened?

Jimin... Jimin lied. Yoongi lied... Namjoon... Namjoon lied as well.

His eyes stung with tears as he pushed Namjoon away from himself, broken and deceited by the people he had trusted. He always thought of himself as a good and genuine person while all along he was hanging around with criminals, cold-blooded murderers.

"Leave!" He shrieked. "I can't with y'all! I'm done, I'm-" he sobbed. "Why does everyone lie to me? All of you...you're monsters. You're all criminals and most importantly betrayers. Fucking leave!"

1 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛...

Jimin opened his eyes to be met by a ceiling of a dark room, sunlight peeking through the curtains. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and straightening his back. He checked himself realizing he was naked.

He looked at his side to find Yoongi sleeping peacefully. A pit formed in his stomach. Things have...changed. Jimin and Yoongi didn't hang out that much anymore, Jimin had become a little more serious. After the incident with Jin, he had felt closer to the person he truly was; a ruthless killer. And he felt distant from the soft person he became when with Yoongi.

What made him literally feel like dying was the task coming closer and closer. And his regret that he had started all this with Yoongi when he knew that this was going to end by blood. Yoongi's blood. With his heavy heart, he started wearing his clothes discarded on the floor one by one, thinking deeply about Yoongi.

He dressed up and started wearing his shoes, "You're awake?" A deep raspy voice resonated from behind.

Jimin stiffened, his chest tightening at the voice. He inhaled deeply exhaling a hum in answer.

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at the lack of eye contact from Jimin.

"Something wrong?"

Jimin tied his shoelace quite tightly, cursing afterward.

"Nothings wrong. The night is over, back to real life." Jimin shrugged, still not wanting to face Yoongi.

"Something's definitely wrong." Yoongi declared, scooting a bit closer to the stoic man.

Jimin finally turned around, his heart racing at how close Yoongi was. No, he couldn't. He couldn't do it now. So close to the massacre.

"Yoongi don't." He tried to say sternly but even a monkey could tell he was insecure.

"Don't what?" Yoongi asked.

"Don't..." Jimin exhaled heavily, mustering up the courage to speak. He knew it was too late for this sentence, after everything they've been through together. "Apart from fucking around, don't catch feelings for me. Because in the end, I'll kill your gang, including you."

Yoongi gaped at Jimin, not being able to say anything before he scoffed, hoping he didn't sound nervous. He felt distant from him, so, so distant. The month had passed almost like a fucking robot.

"That's very bold of you to claim to kill a whole gang of assassins on your own. I've been thinking of that from the very first..."

"I'm not bragging, I'm warning you. Do not catch feelings for me, I'll hunt you down to shoot you right in your head. You've seen me, Yoongi."

Yoongi didn't say anything, apart from the death threat he just received from the man he was sleeping with and it so felt like heaven, the tone of Jimin's voice literally made a shiver run down his spine.

But indeed it was the truth.

Yoongi knew Jimin wasn't sleeping with him for his purpose. The only thing Yoongi had against Jimin was his mind, and he figured this much out. Jimin never asked a question about their plans or whatever-related to their gang.

Wow, this little Mob. Saying him right into his face to not catch feelings for him because his blood was meant to be on Jimin's hands. And it hurt like a bitch.

Jimin noticed the sorrow on Yoongi's face. So he shifted his gaze, standing up with a sigh. Jimin gave Yoongi a thin smile, or at least he tried to.

"So, when and where next?" Jimin asked, trying to subside the sudden tension and he succeeded when he saw Yoongi's eyes gleaming.

"I'll call you." The older said, blinking at Jimin who was all ready to go. Yoongi really wanted a goodbye kiss or something...anything affectionate. But this little Mob who screamed his name like no one else was his only at nights.

"Bye then," Jimin said, fixing his sunglasses and picking up his car keys before moving out of the shabby motel room.

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It's just a filler chap but 🤧

Also, irrelevant but v relevant.

This is EXACTLY what we're dealing with here guys. Kudos to whoever made this edit *chef's kiss*