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We Started It

Chapter 7: D-Day

Warning ⚠️: Kidnapping, Swearing, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood, Guns, Dead bodies

“We finally got the DNA from those guys,” Hobi greeted as he entered Taehyung’s office, he handed him the file. “This time they are related, two are brothers and the other is a distant cousin. But I’m still confused on how this will help us, we don’t have the DNA of the man that killed Jang-ssi.”

Taehyung nodded in agreement, smiling widely as he looked over the photos of the three men, “You’re right we don’t, but if you look here,” he pulled out the blurry photo of the man they were looking for and placed it next to the photos of the other men. “You can see what features I pulled to find these men from this photo. We can deduce that there’s a family in the Seoul Empire for this. Now I have DNA samples that I can test our other searches against.”

Hobi nods as he listens and watches Taehyung turn excitedly back at his computer, being careful with his cast as he types away at the computer.

“It's unfortunate that Namjoon-hyung didn’t see the assassin, this would be a whole lot easier with a facial composite.” Taehyung mutters as he watches the line of code he inputs scroll up the screen.

“The Seoul Empire was smart to wear masks to the meeting with Joon, I’ve heard they do it for all their meetings. Guess you never know if it’ll go south on you.” Yoongi states, sauntering into the room with even steps. He places another file next to Taehyung and leans in his usual spot against his desk. “Joon would be able to recognize his voice though. Apparently he was quite chatty while they were negotiating.”

“So, it could be one of these three we found already.” Hobi points out, snapping his fingers together and pointing his finger at Taehyung.

“I want a bonus if I manage to find our guy within three months.” Taehyung states sweetly, making Hobi cackle in delight. When Hobi turned to grab something, Yoongi sent him a wink that had him blushing as Namjoon strode into the room.

“Tell me how Seokjin is causing twice as much trouble when bed bound than before.” Namjoon huffed. “Well supposedly bed bound, I found this in his room this morning.”

He thrusted a note for the other men to read, Hobi took it first and huffed as he handed it to Yoongi. Yoongi glared down at it before handing it over to Taehyung.

Dear Assholes,

I’m done waiting for you to get your shit together. I’m taking this in my own hands. Don’t try to find me, you won’t.

Jeon Seokjin

“I knew I should have chained him to the bed,” Hobi muttered, glaring at the note as Taehyung dropped it onto the desk. “I can get him back, Namjoon, it was my responsibility to watch over him. I’ll get him back before he compromises us.”

“No,” Yoongi cuts in before Hobi turns to leave. “We need your tracking skills to get a hold of those men before they disappear. I’ll go get Seokjin before he does anything really stupid.”

“Don’t kill him hyung,” Namjoon pleaded to his retreating back.

“I make no promises,” Yoongi dismisses as the door shuts behind him.

Taehyung watches the movement of the door shut before turning back to his screens, telling himself not to worry about the man. But something in his gut says that something isn’t right about this situation.

When they don’t hear a report from Yoongi two hours after his last check in, worry starts to set in. Taehyung pulls up surveillance from the last location Yoongi had sent them in his pursuit of Seokjin, but comes up empty. After another two hours of waiting, Namjoon starts to pace around the room while Hobi joins Taehyung’s side as they begin to sweep the city of Seoul through the camera lenses. The note arrives an hour later, confirming their worst fears.

We have two of your men, you have twenty-four hours to send us all the information you’ve gathered on us and meet us at X location.

If you fail to comply, you’ll be receiving their heads.

The Seoul Empire Reigns Supreme.

Namjoon cursed and punched a hole through the wall. Hobi stared down at the note in ashen shock. Taehyung immediately pulled up the location on the note onto the screens.

“How much do you guys trust me?” Taehyung asks, staring at the empty warehouse just before the cameras inside are pulled by a masked man and the screen goes dark.

“Depends on what your plan is?” Namjoon huffs, rubbing his bleeding knucks in his other hand.

“Let’s get you some ice and I’ll tell you exactly what we’re going to do.” Taehyung states coldly, standing to his feet and moving out of the room. “The Seoul Empire has been in power long enough.”

Ten hours later

Taehyung flexes his throbbing wrist as he walks into the abandoned warehouse. He was not about to come with the cast on his arm; they would have used the weakness against him. A team of masked men meet him at the door and pat him down for any wiretaps or hidden weapons. When they find nothing, they lead him into the building to another group of masked men waiting for him.

“You’re not the Rap Monster of Ilsan,” the man in a white suit among the black ones accuses.

“No, I’m not.” Taehyung agrees, folding his hands behind his back as a man whispers into the other’s ear.

“My men tell me you’ve brought nothing with you, we told you to bring all the information that you have on our men in twenty-four hours. You still have fourteen left, come back with it or your men die.” The man threatens.

“I have brought the information with me,” Taehyung corrects, tapping the side of his head. “It’s all right here, bring me any computer and I’ll be able to pull it up for you.”

“Bring me a laptop,” the man orders, but before anyone can move to obey, Taehyung scoffs.

“You really think a laptop will be secure enough for all the information we have, take me to your homebase. I’m sure you have a central computer there that would be safe, then I can leave with our men when I’m done. I assume that’s where you have them, it’ll save me a trip.” Taehyung drawls, picking at his fingernails with nonchalance.

“How do we know your men won’t just follow us there?” The man demands, pointing a finger at him. “I smell a setup here.”

Taehyung shrugs, “Believe what you want, we don’t have any physical copies to give you. We burned them before I came here, the only records you’ll be getting are the ones I give you.”

“How do we know you won’t be able to access them after you give it to us?” The man presses, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I am Vante of Daegu, I can program the files to only be accessed by your main computer. After I’m done, not even I wouldn’t be able to break into your files.” Taehyung declares, feeling a shift in the room as he says his title.

The man stares at him for a moment then nods and signals for his men to move. Taehyung keeps himself from flinching as a sack is placed over his head and he’s marched out of the building then placed into a car.

The drive is silent and the sack isn’t removed until they’ve started driving over a gravel road. Taehyung steps out of the vehicle as they pull to a stop in front of a large Hanok estate. A mountain range stands behind it and a tall Japanese pine tree stands proud in front of the entrance walkway.

“I want to see my men before I give you the information I have,” Taehyung states as he walks into the building. “I need to know that you haven’t just killed them before I give you what you want.”

Taehyung stares coldly at the blank masks that surround him and crosses his arms over his chest as he waits for their answer.

“Very well,” the white suited man states and walks down a long hallway, expecting Taehyung to follow him.

Taehyung can’t keep his gasp from slipping out his mouth as he takes in Yoongi’s wounded body tied to a chair. Seokjin sits bent over in the chair adjacent to his, blood dripping from his mouth. None of the masked men stop Taehyung as he moves forward and kneels in front of Yoongi.

His chest is bare, littered with small cuts and bruises. His bottom lip is bleeding and his blonde hair is drenched red. But what gets Taheyung’s blood truly boiling, is a long knife cut that pierces across Yoongi’s face over his right eye. It oozes down his cheek, glaringly red as it cuts from the top of his eyebrow down the apple of his cheek.

“If you’re done, we want that information from you. You only have ten hours left to give it to us and we won’t hesitate to kill you as well.” One of the men growls over Taehyung’s shoulder.

Taehyung clenches his fists as he stands, “I was going to be merciful to you, but you’ve crossed a line by marking his face. Count your blessings and hope your death will be swift.”

“What are you…” The man starts to say only to gargle on the blood that pours out of his mouth as Taheyung yanks the knife from the man’s side and plunges it into its owner's neck.

Shouts are called as the man’s body hits the ground, Taehyung ignores all of them as he charges into the stream of men that come at him. Like a dance, he moves around the room plunging the knife in his hand into the men’s chests and across their necks. He yanks the guns out of some of their hands and empties the magazines into their bodies. Blood drips down his face and hands as he makes his path throughout the house, taking down every single man he comes across.

“You won’t be able to escape us,” the white suited man huffs, clutching his bloody side as Taehyung steps over the bodies of his men to reach him. “We have thousands more all across Seoul, when the call is made you’ll have nowhere to hide.”

Taehyung tilts his head down at him and raises his pistol to aim for the man’s head, “Let them come, I get bored so easily without entertainment.”

The bullet hits the man square in the forehead through his mask, it falls off his face slightly as he head drops to the ground.

Taehyung tosses the empty gun aside as he returns to where Yoongi and Seokjin are tied up. Hobi enters the room just as he’s untying Yoongi’s binds, muttering a quiet ‘holy shit’ as he steps over the piles of bodies on the ground.

“Can you get Seokjin?” Taehyung asks, pulling Yoongi into his arms and standing slowly to his feet. “I need to get him to a hospital before his wounds get infected.”

Hobi nods as he kneels in front of Seokjin and starts undoing his restraints, “Namjoon has a car waiting for you, it’ll take you straight to one of our bases.”

“You’re okay now, I’ve got you.” Taehyung whispers as Yoongi groans in pain against his shoulder. He passes Namjoon in the doorway, looking ashen as he stares down at the bloody bodies that line the floors. “I hope you’re ready for a war Namjoon-ssi, because I just started one.”

Namjoon glances over at him as he passes and steps into the waiting vehicle with Yoongi in his arms.

“With you by our side, we will be.” Namjoon says just as the door closes and the car starts making its way down the gravel drive.

Taehyung sighs as he leans back into the leather seats, clutching Yoongi tightly against his chest. He leans his head down and presses his forehead against Yoongi’s as he takes deep, steady breaths. He sniffed as tears fell down his face and mixed in with the drops of blood on his cheeks.

“The next time you want me to carry you, just ask hyung.” He whispered hoarsely, watching the man’s lips part with labored breaths. His wrist throbs from all the movement he put it through, but he ignores the pain as the car speeds down the highways and cuts through traffic.

Taehyung lays Yoongi down on the gurney that's brought when he arrives at the large mansion. He follows behind the team of doctors that roll the gurney down the halls, attaching IV’s to Yoongi’s pale arms and checking his vitals until he’s stopped as they take him into a surgery room.

“Please wait here, do you need a doctor to check over you?” A nurse asks, looking over Taehyung’s blood soaked clothes.

“None of it is mine,” Taehyung answers, staring at the swinging doors as Yoongi’s body is rolled out of sight through the small windows.

“I’ll get you some clean clothes then,” she says, before walking off.

When Namjoon and Hobi arrive at the house with Seokjin in tow, Taehyung has changed into the fresh clothes, washed the blood off his body with a wet cloth and has a fresh cast on his wrist. The gurney with Seokjin’s body passes him through the swinging doors and the two men take seats across from Taehyung.

“Personally, I think Jin came out of this easy.” Hobi muses, stretching his legs out as he leans back against his chair. “Only a broken leg, some scrapes and bruises. He’s lucky they didn’t just kill him for showing up at their door like a mad man.”

“We’re taking all their files and computers from that house before torching it,” Namjoon says, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ll have everything brought here, to the Voyage house, while hyung recovers.”

Taehyung nods, “We can make quick work of their other bases from the information I’ll gather from the computers. The Bulletproof Company will take the place of the Seoul Empire. A change in power like that hasn’t been seen in a hundred years.”

Namjoons huffs and runs a hand through his hair, “My workload is going to triple in size.”

Hobi laughs at his brother’s groanings and pats his shoulder, “Don’t let the power get to your head, Joonie, or we’ll have to send Taehyungie after you.”

Namjoon shivered at the thought and eyed the younger man warily, making Taehyung chuckle and give him the gesture of ‘I’m watching you’ playfully. Their laughter barely lasts a few moments before somber expressions return to their faces.

“Hyung looked pretty bad when you took him out,” Hobi whispered quietly, taking a shuddering breath.

Namjoon nodded, “He’ll pull through, hyung’s tough. He’ll pull through.”

Taehyung can only nod in agreement and he clenches his right fist on his lap, he tries not to think too hard on the ‘what ifs’ as they wait for the doctor to inform them of his condition. What if they had been faster? What if they had been too late? What if, what if, what if…

Heads turn as the door swings open and a doctor in blood soaked scrubs stands before them, he lowers his mask and gives them a reassuring smile.

“Both men had a successful surgery, nothing they can’t heal from.” He tells them, smiling at their sighs of relief.

“Yoongi-hyung’s eye, he didn’t…” Taehyung asks fearfully, nearly collapsing to the floor in relief when the doctor shakes his head.

“He did not lose his eye, he got lucky. The knife only struck his eyelid slightly, most of the damage was done to the facial skin.” The doctor explains gently, patting Taehyung’s shoulder. “He had to have stitches of course, but that was his worst injury. They’re both resting now, you can see them tomorrow.”

“Thank you Doctor Wook,” Namjoon says, shaking the doctor’s hands. “I’m glad you didn’t decide to retire alongside my father, I don’t know whose hands I trust more than yours for my men.”

Doctor Wook chuckles as he pats Namjoon’s shoulder, “You don’t have to be so formal with me Namjoon-ssi, you’re the boss now. And your father is lucky I didn’t retire, I would’ve given that silly goblin even more hell then when I worked for him.”

Namjoon chuckled, “They don’t call you the Grim Reaper for nothing, sir.”

Doctor Wook huffed and headed back through the double doors, waving to the three men as he left. “Get some rest boys, you’ve earned it.”

Namjoon led Taehyung up the stairs and down the long row of doors that filled the Voyage House, at the end of a hall he opened a guest room door for him.

“Do you need me to have Doctor Wook bring you some pain meds?” He asked, glancing down at Taehyung’s new cast in concern.

Taehyung shook his head, “I’ll be alright hyung, it doesn’t hurt that bad.”

Namjoon nods then pulls Taehyung in for a tight hug, “Thank you for getting him, Taehyung. I’d be lost without Yoongi-hyung.”

Taehyung chuckles and pats Namjoon’s back with his good arm, “You can call me Tae, Namjoonie-hyung. I think you’ve earned it.”

“Get some rest, Tae.” Namjoon sniffs, pulling away and wiping his face. “I’ll fetch you in the morning to see Yoongi-hyung, if he’s awake tomorrow.”

“Trust me he will be,” Taehyung snarks with a roll of his eyes, Namjoon chuckles and leaves him to the room.

Taehyung plopped onto the guest bed with a huff after showering the rest of the blood off his body. He laid across the cool mattress, wet hair pooling over the cotton pillow as he tried to will himself to sleep. He had no question of what images would haunt his nightmares tonight; Yoongi’s sheen white face dripping with blood, his slouched, unmoving form tied to that chair, and fallen bodies of the masked men that had fallen in his cold rage.

Taehyung tossed and turned, barely falling into any kind of sleep before giving up and wandering out of the room. He made his way back to the hallway outside the double doors to the medical hall. A nurse on duty looked up from the small desk outside the doors.

“I can bring you back to see him,” she says softly, before Taehyung can even think to ask. She smiles at him kindly as he stares at her. “He’ll be sleeping, but it’s better than waiting out here.”

“Thank you,” Taehyung whispers, joining her side towards the doors. “I’d like to see him please.”

“Of course,” she smiles, opening the doors for them. “I’m nurse Jisoo, I’ll be taking care of Yoongi-ssi until he fully recovers.”

“Thank you Jisoo-ssi,” Taehyung whispers, bowing to the woman as she opens the door to Yoongi’s room.

“Of course, let me know if you need anything. I’ll be back at the front.” She bows to him and makes her way back down the hallway.

Taehyung shuts the door quietly behind him and moves to sit in a chair next to Yoongi’s hospital bed. A monitor beeps quietly in the corner to the sound of his heartbeat, an IV of clear liquid drips down to the needle attached to his pale forearm, and a white gauze sits over the right side of his face. Yoongi’s slow, steady rising and falling of his chest eases the tension in Taehyung’s.

Taehyung reaches for the hand that lays in front of him, cupping it in his right hand as he looks at Yoongi’s lax face. Feeling a bit like a creeper to be just staring at the sleeping man, Taehyung looks down at the hand he’s holding. Yoongi’s hands are nearly the same size as his, just a tad shorter. He has calluses from the guitar he likes to play on nights where Taehyung truly can’t sleep at all. The veins on the back of his hand are eerily blue against the paleness of his skin, but Taehyung can see the beauty in them.

He runs a gentle finger over Yoongi’s knuckles and slim fingers as the heartbeat monitor beeps in the background. It lulls him into a sleep he wasn’t even seeking and he rests his head against Yoongi’s thigh, still holding his hand as his eyes flutter closed. This time no nightmares haunt his dreams.

We Hid In the Shadows

Chapter 1: Pandora’s Box

Warning ⚠️: Blood, Dead Body, Death of side character, Mourning, Grief

The day Kim Hoseok's world crumbled to pieces, he had been blind sided by it. Everything about the day had been normal business, nothing had tipped him off that it was going to be anything but an ordinary day.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you, Joonie? I can move my meetings around to make time.” He said, following closely behind Namjoon and Jang-ssi as they headed out the door for their meeting with the Seoul Empire.

“It’s okay hyung, I’ve got Jang-ssi with me.” Namjoon assured him, patting his shoulder as the car pulled up for them. “And the correspondent was very specific in who they invited to this meeting.”

“I know that, that’s why I’m worried.” Hoseok admits, scrunching his brow. “It was almost too specific.”

Jang-ssi pats his shoulder as he passes to slide into the car, “Don’t worry about your brother, Hoseok. I’ll make sure he gets home safe, this is my last mission before retiring. Gotta make it a good one.”

“You come back in one piece too, Jang-ssi. You’ve earned that retirement, gotta be in one piece to enjoy it.” Hoseok scolds lightly, the two men chuckle as they settle into their seats and look over at him from inside. “If anything happens, I’ll find you.”

“I know hyung, you always do.” Namjoon murmurs, smiling his dimpled smile before the door closes and the car rolls down the driveway.

Hoseok crosses his arms and watches as it disappears down the long driveway, his phone buzzes in his pocket. He sighed as he saw the flashing alert of his 9AM meeting. With one last glance down the empty driveway, he heads back into the house for his negotiation with the Bad Omens Circle.

He’s in the middle of a meeting with Yoongi about their shipments from the Red Velvet Ring when the door bursts open. They look up from their paperwork and stare at the huffing man at the door.

“What is it, Lee?” Yoongi drawls, dropping his pen onto the table. “We’re in the middle of…”

“The Boss is back and he has Jang-ssi in his arms. He’s dead.” Lee huffs, clutching the wall with white knuckles.

Hoseok and Yoongi are out of their chairs without another word, running out the room. Hoseok’s heart pounds in his ears as he runs down the stairs and down the halls towards the crowds of men and women huddled at the foyer. The sea of bodies parts for them revealing Namjoon kneeling on the Bulletproof Company crest engraved on the floor.

His brother’s face is splattered with blood, his clothes are in tatters around his broad shoulders, and a body lays on the ground in front of him, covered in a white sheet. Hoseok kneels next to his brother, Namjoon raises his tear streaked eyes to his.

“They shot him,” Namjoon whispers, his lip wobbling as he speaks. “It’s my fault… he jumped in front of me.”

Hoseok reaches forward and places both of his hands on Namjoon’s shoulders, tears running down his own face. “He did what he had to, he promised to bring you home safe. And he did, he didn’t die in vain Namjoon.”

Namjoon drops his head, sobs wracking his body as it hits Hoseok’s shoulder, “He got away Hobi. The man that killed him got away before I could get him.”

“We’ll find him,” Hoseok promises, wrapping his arms tightly around his little brother. “We’ll find him, he won’t get far. I promise, he’ll die screaming.”

Hoseok looked over at Yoongi as he held his sobbing brother in his arms, Yoongi placed a hand on Namjoon’s head while signaling for the men and women around them to leave and take Jang-ssi’s body away. The two men stare at each other over the shaking form of their leader, silent tears running down both of their faces as Namjoon’s sobs echo through the empty room.

They buried Jeon Jang Hyuk in the family memorial, Namjoon and Hoseok stood solemnly next to their parents as the coffin was lowered into the grave. Hoseok stood as a barrier between his father and Namjoon, the conversation before the ceremony still ringing in his ears.

“I leave you in charge for one day and you go and get my Second in Command killed,” his father had growled, getting right into Namjoon’s steel face. “If your mother hadn’t written the retirement papers I signed, you’d be out before the ink dried on your banishment papers, boy.”

Namjoon had held himself together for the entirety of the scolding, his jaw clenching at the harsh words but no other outward emotion to betray the hurt he must have felt. He stood impassively next to Hoseok, staring down at the ground as the coffin was covered in dirt.

Hoseok placed a gentle hand on his brother’s arm and guided him back to their waiting car before their parents could try to speak to them further.

“Do you think he’s right?” Namjoon asked hoarsely, as the car drove them away from the gravesite and towards their apartment in Gangneung. Hoseok looked over at his brother’s bowed face, silent tears streaking down it. “I shouldn’t be the leader of the Bulletproof Company, I should just step down.”

“I don’t think father is right,” Hoseok says after a minute, Namjoon looks over to him. “Mistakes happen, Namjoon. Jang-ssi knew that going into the mission, just like the thousands he’s gone to before. You leading that mission or not wouldn’t have changed the outcome of that day. What matters now is what we do in response, we need to find his killer and bring him to justice.”

Namjoon nods, his face turning cold at the memory of the man that killed his mentor. “They were all wearing masks at the meeting, I didn’t see that bastard’s face. But I’d recognize him if he spoke, he never once shut up while I was speaking to the correspondent.”

“Were there any cameras there?” Hoseok asked, pulling out his phone to start messaging Yoongi to start sweeping the warehouse for evidence before burning it to the ground.

Namjoon shrugged, “They didn’t allow us to do our own sweep of the building before the meeting started.”

“That’s not too unusual, was the man declared at the meeting?” Hoseok groaned when Namjoon shook his head in response. “So, important enough to be there but not enough to be declared, fantastic. This will be a real manhunt for sure.”

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Chapter 7 out of 12, posting every Monday now that I’ve finished the first draft of all the chapters!

We Started It

Chapter 8: Dawn

Taehyung wakes up to the gentle murmur of voices around him and the feeling of hand gently running though his hair. He grunts as he turns his head away from the harsh light, burying his head deeper into the soft pillow his head is laid on.

“Aw hyungie, you’ve gone soft,” Hobi’s voice coos, a laugh bubbling from his mouth as he speaks.

“Shut up Hoseok, before I throw something at your sunshine face.” Yoongi grumbles, the hand in Taehyung’s hair tugs a slight knot out as it brushes through.

“With what hand,” Hobi scoffs. “Both of yours are occupied.”

Taehyung lifts his head and pouts at Hobi, “Can’t you be quiet, I’m trying to sleep.”

Hobi rolls his eyes as he stares down at him with his arms crossed over his chest, “Are you done using hyung’s thigh as a pillow, Taehyungie? We need to get to work on those computers Joon brought back from the base.”

Taehyung groans and sits back in his chair, yawning widely as he scrubs his face. “How are you even awake so early?”

“It's the middle of the afternoon, Taehyung.” Hobi corrects, chuckling at his confused expression. “Even hyung woke up before you and he’s the one in the hospital bed.”

Taehyung blinks, a frown forming on his face as he glances over at Yoongi, “I’ve never slept that long before.”

Yoongi’s one eye looks at him sympathetically, “I don’t think you had any nightmares either.” He says softly, a smile creeping up on his face.

Taehyung barely has a moment to process this before Namjoon bursts through the door. They stare at him as he pants from running, clutching the side of the door to stay standing up.

“Who died?” Yoongi asks dryly, staring as Namjoon huffs labored breaths as he sinks into a nearby chair.

“Nobody,” Namjoon pants, taking a cup of water from Hobi and downs it in one gulp. “I just got off the phone with my father. Wouldn’t even let me get a word in until my mother took the phone from him. She sends her well wishes to Yoongi-hyung and hopes you make a fast recovery.”

“Send her my love,” Yoongi says with a nod, then glares his one eye at Namjoon. “Why the hell were you running here then? That’s no reason to be running across the house.”

Namjoon blinked at him then smiled widely, his dimples popping out in his cheeks, “I just missed you hyung.”

“You literally saw me this morning,” Yoongi grumbled, but Taehyung could see the pleased smile growing on his face.

Hobi chuckled, “Did mama ask after me, Joonie?”

“Of course, she still expects her Saturday call every week even if we do take over all of Korea.” Namjoon scoffed teasingly, lightly punching Hobi’s side.

Taehyung chuckled as he watched the brothers tease each other, a wistful pang ached in his chest at the easy family bond they had. He looked over at Yoongi who watched the brothers with a fond eye, before turning over to Taehyung.

“Hobi tells me that I have you to thank for getting me and Seokjin out of there,” Yoongi says with a soft smile, reaching over to take Taehyung’s hand into his. “So thank you.”

Taehyung squeezed Yoongi’s hand, “I couldn’t exactly leave you there, who would make my morning tea for me?”

Yoongi’s smile turned wide and gummy as he laughed, “You’re going to have to wait a little while longer, I need two eyes to make your Jasmine brew the way you like.”

“It’ll be worth the wait,” Taehyung whispered and reached a hand to touch delicately at the gauze on Yoongi’s cheek. “Who knows, maybe you’ll get a sexy facial scar out of this.”

Yoongi raised a brow at him, “Body horror kink, noted.”

“If you two are done flirting,” Hobi cut in, smiling wide with his heart shaped mouth at Taehyung and Yoongi’s twin glares. “I really do need Taehyung to come and get started on the computers. We still have that assassin to find.”

Taehyung sighed and rose from his chair, gently pulling his hand out from Yoongi’s and followed Hobi out of the room.

Taehyung spent the next few days within the Voyage House going between hacking into the encrypted computers they took from the Seoul Empire and Yoongi’s hospital room. Though Yoongi staying in the hospital room for more than three days was out of the question.

“It’s just my face that needs to heal! My body is fine! Now let me go back to work Namjoon!” Yoongi had shouted, while throwing one of his many pillows at Namjoon’s face as he yelled for him to get Doctor Wook to release him.

Hobi had taken a video of the scene and would send random gifs of it to Taheyung when he was bored in a meeting. It never failed to send Taehyung into a laughing fit when he saw them.

“What have you done to keep Seokjin in place this time?” Taehyung asked, chuckling as Hobi grumbled into his new office, throwing himself onto a chair next to Taheyung to complain about Seokjin’s daily escape attempt.

“You’d think after the man got kidnapped and has his leg in a full cast, he’d stay still. But nope,” Hobi whined, slouching in his chair. “I’ve changed five different locks on his door, chained him to the bed three times and if I hear the word kinky come out of his mouth one more time I’m going to give him a concussion.”

Taehyung giggled as he typed away on his keyboard, before sliding down to another one. “How many times has he escaped the dungeons now? Thirteen? Twenty?”

“Far too many, I will give him this though. At least I’m learning this damn house like the back of my hand. I’ve found so many new spots to put cameras in, it’s crazy.” Hobi mused, always one to try and find something positive about an awful situation. “How’s things on your end going?”

“I think I’ll have their systems cracked soon, I just need to make sure to avoid the failsafes they have in place. Otherwise we’ll lose everything.” Taehyung said, sliding back to his first screen. “I also got Yoongi-hyung to take his antibiotic this morning.”

“Oh, what did you threaten this time?” Hobi asked, giving Taehyung an impressed look.

“That he’d have to go an extra week without his coffee.” Taehyung stated, smiling at Hobi’s low whistle.

“That’s cold, Tae.” He chuckles as Taehyung hums happily in reply. “How’s the manhunt going?”

Taehyung sighed and glanced over at the facial recognition scanner at the corner of the desk, a picture of a smirking man sits in the corner of the screen. They had found him in the list of files that weren’t encrypted on the Seoul Empire’s computers. Finally they were able to put a face to the man they had been searching for this whole time.

“It still hasn’t found him, I’ve adjusted it I don’t know how many times. I’ve moved it all over Seoul, but it still hasn’t found the bastard.” Taehyung muttered, watching as the scanner flickered over the faces of men on the streets of Seoul.

“We’ll get him though,” Hobi assured him, glaring at the picture of the man. “We have his face. We’ll get him eventually.”

“By the time we do, Peakboy won’t be letting me out of his sight for a long time.” Taehyung muttered with a sigh.

“I wish you didn’t have to go back to him,” Hobi muttered quietly, looking at Taehyung with sad eyes. “I wish you could stay with us, you fit in so well it’s like you’ve always been with us.”

“Thanks for saying that Hobi, it means a lot.” Taehyung says softly, looking over at the man with a small smile. “I wish I didn’t have to leave either.”

Yoongi cleared his throat behind them, breaking the somber air around them as they turned to look at him. The gauze over his right eye was still present, but the paleness of his skin had returned to a healthy color.

“Need something hyungie?” Hobi asks sweetly, but is already standing from his seat as he heads for the door. “You don’t even have to tell me, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”

Yoongi scoffed as Hobi cackled out of the room and he sat down in his vacated seat.

“Has Doctor Wook checked your stitches today?” Taehyung asks, glancing briefly as Yoongi rolls his one eye before fiddling with one of his instruments.

“Yes,” Yoongi grumbled, leaning back in his chair. “He says they’re healing well and that I’ll probably be able to take the gauze off in a few days to let the skin breathe. I’ll still need to be on antibiotics until the stitches can come out and he says I can have my coffee back.”

Taehyung hums doubtfully, “We’ll see.”

Yoongi grumbled under his breath as he crossed his arms over his chest. Taehyung heard something of ‘I’m a grown ass man, I can have my damn coffee’ in his muttering but chose not to comment as he continued to work on the line of code that would eventually gain him access to the encrypted computers. The work was a bit slower than he liked, having only one hand, but he kept his arm in a sling so he wasn't bumping into the table all the time.

If Yoongi could take his antibiotics everyday, then Taehyung could keep his arm in the sling.

“Joon says his men have taken down another one of the outposts in Seoul,” Yoongi says after a moment. “That’s thirteen already and that’s just in the inner city alone, how many more could there be?”

Taehyung shrugged, “When I finally get into this damn computer system of theirs, I’ll be able to find them all. Then we’ll take them out all at once.”

“Do we even have enough men for that?” Yoongi questions incredulously.

“I was thinking we’d send a mass message to them, surrender now or you’ll face the same fate as your other bases.” Taehyung states easily. “Namjoonie-hyung sure does love his bonfires.”

“He says the clean up is easier,” Yoongi scoffs, moving to scratch at his gauze only for his hand to be smacked away by Taehyung. “He’s starting to make a new name for himself in Seoul, calling himself RM. I guess he’ll add that to his list of titles.”

Taehyung hums, “It suits him. It’ll work well when the Bulletproof Company takes the Seoul Empire’s place.”

Yoongi nods, “I never thought we’d end up here. And all because we were looking for an assassin.”

“Funny how somethings just fall into your lap like that,” Taehyung chuckles as Yoongi hums in agreement. They sit in comfortable silence as Taehyung continues to type away on his keyboard and Yoongi leans against his chair with his eye closed.

“How did Joon and Hobi end up following you to that house? I don’t think I asked that.” Yoongi drawls after a moment.

“I had a tracker in my shoes,” Taehyung admits with a chuckle. “They never remove the shoes when they pat someone down in the Hwarang Boys. I figured it would be a safe bet for them not to either, it paid off.”

Yoongi hummed in interest, “I’ll have to add that as a protocol then, that’s useful to know.”

“I don't think most people will think like I do, there’s not much you can hide inside your shoes.” Taehyung tries to dismiss.

“It only takes one bastard to do it to us and we’ll end up just like the Seoul Empire. We need to be smarter than them.” Yoongi says gruffly, kicking Taehyung’s shin lightly. “Don’t dismiss good ideas like that, it could save us a lot of trouble in the future.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, hyung.” Taehyung promises, smiling widely at Yoongi as he kicks back at Yoongi’s shin playfully.

A beeping cuts off any remark Yoongi was about to make, the pair glance over to see the facial recognition scanner blinking green as it tracks a man through a crowded street. Taehyung slides over to it and quickly focuses some cameras in the area. As soon as he has a precise location he sends it to Namjoon.

“He’s sending Hobi to bring him here,” he whispers to Yoongi before refocusing on the coding screens again.

“Taehyung,” Yoongi says softly, placing a hand to stop Taehyung’s frantic fingers on the keyboard.

Taehyung takes a shaky breath as he pulls away from the desk, Yoongi’s hand clutching his. “I don’t want to go back, hyung. I don’t want to go back to him.”

“You have no idea how much I wish I could ask you to stay, but our hands are tied on this.” Yoongi whispers, squeezing Taehyung’s shaking fingers.

Taehyung nods as his head hangs, staring down at their connected fingers as the tears threaten to wreck through his shoulders. Yoongi tugs him forward to have Taehyung lean against his chest, his arms going around his shoulders. Taehyung wraps his arm around Yoongi’s waist.

In Yoongi’s arms, Taehyung allows himself to cry quietly until the tears stop falling and the lonely ache in his chest grows.