The night is welcoming tonight.

It's clear, flickered with tender stars in the night sky, the full moon and this cooling ambient as though it was going to be an infinite night. 

A night of hope.

That everything will be okay.

Unfortunately Jimin doesn't go by hope anymore, he goes by action.

He can hope all he wants, actions will get it done.

Actions into get into the Orchids empire, and burning it down before his eyes. Watching one by one go down, like that preppy song, right?

Only Jimin will make sure it stays down without any lingering cockroaches.

That's why with an empty heart he knocks on the door before his eyes, having have downloaded a copy from Felix's computer on the address in case everyone considered on going on this solo mission. 

Looks like he's on his own after all.

"Who is it?"

Jimin didn't respond, and the door ended up swinging open. 

Revealing the man before his eyes.

Handsome, and undeniably young, no younger than Jimin that's for sure. 

Perfect.

Hormonal needs are definitely at it's finest.

Jimin grins widely, "Hi, I'm looking to make a deal."

Taeyang, dressed in anything but a formal wear of just a t-shirt and jeans, narrows his eyes a bit reluctantly, "And who are you?"

"I'm the person you're going to lead to Orchid's headquarters," And just for fun, "And perhaps give you ass if you're nice."

The man suddenly laughs, making Jimin grin widen as he follows his laugh with his eyes, "Oh you're bold," He chuckles, eyeing Jimin up and down before meeting his eyes, "Let's have a chat. If your offer is tempting, I can make a deal."

Jimin clasps his hands behind his back, stepping through while giving the space a quick eye glance, "You know the saying they have, be careful of who you let in your home?"

"Huh?"

Swiftly Jimin turns to look at him, batting his pretty eye lashes, "I know you didn't let me in to deal," He taunts, smirking to himself, "Your eyes say it all to how they desperately want me."

Taeyang didn't waste time in going to stand in front of Jimin, but quickly pulls out his gun and pins it under Jimin's chin, tilting his head up.

Knew it.

"You think I don't know you, Jimin?" Taeyang purrs, eyeing him mischeviously, "You're with the Spawn. You want they say, the mate never strays far too behind from it's partner."

"And unfortunately for you, I'm a lone wolf," Jimin sighs in distraught, pouting almost as he looks at him, "He fucked me up and betrayed me. I want revenge."

"Of course you do," Taeyang laughs, "As if I don't know about the ambush to the headquarters, and how you were very much present."

"Right after I killed one of his main boys," Jimin taunts, smiling falsely, "I want his head, he fucked my life up the second he stepped into it. I have nothing since he took it all, and I want it back."

Perhaps there's a layer of truth behind that statement.

It made his heart colder.

Squinted eyes now, Taeyang studies him carefully, "And why come to me?"

"Because I can help you with your dealing business," Jimin purrs, tapping his finger against the other man's on the gun, "Didn't know you were into gun foreplay, kinda turns me on."

This staggered a bit of the man's grip, and Jimin took advantage to wrap his fingers around his hand, "Maybe I came to you because you're kinda hot."

And Jimin shoves his hand down, gun away from his face, leaning closer to him, "I know you want to," He whispers, "That's why you let me in here. Help me help you, and I can tell you everything on how to destroy Oasis?"

"Everything?"

"And you can take all the credit," Jimin murmurs seductively, "All I need for you is to take me to their headquarters and I'll negotiate with the bosses."

Taeyang didn't seem convinced, "I don't trust you."

Jimin frowns and steps back, sighing, "Fine," And he looks around the apartment, "You give me your kilo weekly. Eight pounds. I'll double the pricing for my clients in that way you get your end for what you give to me, and I'll get my end."

No Orchid record or document in sight, not even a fucking pen.

Nothing will work. 

To get inside, he needs an insider to get him through.

And he needs it now.

So Jimin turns around, seeing Taeyang staring at him attentively. Got to give it to him, the guy is definitely guarded. No wonder Orchids have him doing their shit, he's not snitch.

Not yet at least.

He will eventually.

Just with a few more nudges.

He's a man after all.

"Why not monthly? Better for business to not see each other often."

Jimin pouts, "I was looking forward into seeing you," And he sighs, "Alright, you're seriously wasting my time so if you're not going to help me deal, then fuck you. But take into consideration I would be a better asset, especially with what I know about Oasis thus far."

And with that Jimin storms to the door, but Taeyang stands in his way, "Biweekly."

"I'm many things but bi aint one of them," and Jimin glares at him, "Weekly."

"You will charge higher the pricing and you take half."

"That's what I fucking said -"

"And, a little session with me."

A man is a man.

Jimin break a smirk, "Do I look like a prostitute to you?"

"No," Taeyang remarks, "But you said you wanted to see me, then that's my end."

Jimin grins, "On one condition," He beams, "I want to speak to the bosses tonight."

"Of?"

"Oasis," And Jimin closes in on him, "I have some interesting details they cannot resist waiting."

Taeyang with that takes his phone out, "I'll make the call. Make yourself at home."

Men are so easy to manipulate, it's actually ridiculous. 

Just with cute petty words and something that makes sense with a seductive aura, they'll believe anything.

Pity, really.

Jimin winks at him and decides to take a detour around the living room. Taeyang goes to the kitchen to speak, and Jimin takes that opportunity to observe carefully his surroundings, pursing his lips to how surprisingly neat this guy keeps everything. He even has a small library for fuck sakes. 

Most of them of English literature.

And no doubt in one of those books holds valuable information.

Hm. 

Jane Austin?

Henry James?

William Shakespear?

Charles Dickens?

There's an endless list.

Jimin casts a glance to the man briefly, seeing him speaking on the phone.

Guarded, sexual, slow burn, male dominant.

Jimin looks back to the library. 

Romeo and Juliet it is.

Carefully Jimin glides the book back, making it stand out amongst the rest and leaves it be, keeping a mental note to return to it.

Just in time as the call ended, and Taeyang approaches him, "You're in luck. The second I mentioned you and your information on Oasis, they'd grew eager. Someone will come by midnight tonight to pick us up."

Jimin checks his watch, half an hour.

And he smiles widely, looking back to him, "Oh you've been so much help. I appreciate it so much."

Taeyang smiles back, which then twitches to a grin, "And now that we got that out of the way, we could spare a few minutes, right?"

Gullible.

Absolutely gullible.

Just like Romeo and Juliet's downfall.

Jimin's smile falls, "We do, don't we?" He sighs and reaches a hand to his back, grabbing the handle of his knife under his blazer, "Unfortunately you won't be accompanying me."

And Jimin aggressively takes out his knife and stabs Taeyang on the throat, nothing but emptiness pouring his darken eyes, staring directly into Taeyang's wide gaze as he chokes on his blood with it pouring out his lips. Jimin only tilts his head up in his emotionless gaze, right before he yanks out the knife.

Taeyang falls motionlessly on the ground, dead.

Jimin stares at him.

And stares.

And continues to stare.

Up until he suddenly felt a sickening bile rise up in his throat, pulsing him to find a stupid bathroom and throw up everything in his stomach. No matter how badly he tried to stop, he couldn't.

Only remembering Taemin. 

Taemin's motionless face.

Back completely fried of flesh and bones, just to protect Jimin.

What he did to make sure Jimin was alive.

His body.

His cold, dead body.

Taemin.

Jimin threw up more, unable to help the sob that came afterwards along with it, hugging himself as he cried - hearing Taemin's words in his head, growing to a point it scared him because Jimin was starting to forget how it even sounded like for a second.

Just the other night they were fine. A little high but they were fine. Him, Taemin and Yeosang were fine!

Together and happy and in their own bubble.

This is where it all falls apart.

Right before Jimin's eyes.

And now Yeosang is missing.

Everyone is missing.

Jimin sobs louder, finishing throwing up to now sit on the floor, hugging his knees to his chest as he cries hard, near screaming against his legs in his mental breakdown. A loss fucks you up, no matter how strong one tries to be.

There'll be random moments like this, of breakdowns and doubt, thinking how any of this might be his fault.

If only he moved quicker.

Saw the bomb coming.

Just anything! It would've prevented this.

Yet no matter how many realities Jimin makes up in his head, there's the one he's living now that Taemin is truly dead.

And he's never coming back.

That's why Jimin is going after blood.

And it'll feel so sweet.

Staring with teary eyes to the tile floor, Jimin only glares as he counts silently in his head.

Counts when he'll be picked up.

When he'll enter Orchids territory.

And how he'll bring them down to their fucking knees.

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The walls are mocking him. 

Laughing.

The darkness too, giggling and dancing with his head.

It's fucking with his sanity, feeling as though he's in s never ending space of darkness, forcing this illusion in his head to feel as though he may be falling. Floating. Existing yet not at the same time.

As though time never existed.

Just like his mind.

Yet what keeps him grounded is the heavy breathing circulating the room, signaling how he's not alone.

That doesn't remove the ache that there's two missing.

Gone.

"Guys," That's Woosung's voice, "T-Ten is dead."

Those fragile words broke Yeosang's heart more than he expected.

"Don't fucking say that!" Felix barks back, "Just like Taemin! They're fucking with our heads, they want us to surrender information about Oasis!"

"I'm not just saying it!" Woosung weakly spats back, whimpering, "I-I can feel it."

Ten and Woosung always had this connection that no one else possibly were able to understand. Ironically so since they're so different from each other, yet they loved each other just as much and even more. They would give up their lives for each other, and have this laced soulmate bond that it was just hard to tell what it was.

But it was special to them.

Is special.

"I think the darkness is fucking with your senses," Soobin dreadfully huffs, "We won't know shit unless we get out of here. Wooyoung, what's taking you so long!"

"These ropes are actually well done."

"So undo it quicker!"

"I'm trying-"

The door suddenly opens, flashing light into the room that forced everyone to flinch it. Four large sihlouettes enter the room and Yeosang's stomach dropped when he realized who they were.

The same guys who took Ten.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS TEN!" Woosung screams, his pink eyes glowing in hysteria, "WHEN I GET FREE FROM THIS YOU'RE DEA-"

One of the men raises a fist in front of him and releases his hand, letting strands of blonde hand to brush the air in agonizing sadness as they fall to Woosung's lap. 

T-Ten?

Yeosang chokes on his breath, screwing his eyes shut as he fought so hard to swallow it down that this isn't happening. 

This isn't happening.

This cannot be happening.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!" Woosung screams with his whole chest, sobbing so painfully as he tried to move his hands, "NOT MY TEN! YOU PIECE OF SHIT - NOT MY T-TEN!"

This isn't real.

This isn't real.

Yeosang fought so hard to tell himself these words over and over in his head, but the louder Woosung wails into the air, the more it settled in.

And he isn't the only one.

The four guards suddenly go to Felix, forcing his eyes to widen as he looks directly at Wooyoung - who's staring back with a shake of his head forcefully in disbelief as Felix in desperation tries to be freed.

"YEOSANG! WOOYOUNG! PLEASE HELP ME!" Felix screams, fighting feverishly to undo the knots, sobbing loudly, "PLEASE! LET ME GO!"

Wooyoung shouts angrily, "LET HIM GO! FELIX I'LL FIND YOU! OKAY! I'LL FIND YOU JUST HOLD ON FOR ME!"

"WOOYOUNG-"

And the door slams shut. 

Yeosang fucking screams.

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A/N: 

Ahead of time, I want to apologize for the sudden angry and gore scenes. This is a Mafia AU so I don't want to make some happily ever after when those usually don't happen.

These chapters are about to hit hard so get ready!

This story is coming to an end soon, I'll give it maybe five - six more chapters?

We'll see lol

I PURPLE YOU! <33