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Yoongi could slip in between hallways undetected like he had been doing it his whole life, most likely because he had. Ever since he was a skinny, greasy, little boy. So little that he does not remember how he began training, he just remembered the strict training regime he was under. Wake up, don't speak to anyone, get dressed, report to breakfast, fall in line, listen to superiors, report to classes, study, get top grades or disappear.

Then once he hit about age 8, he was moved to a slightly nicer bedroom, still sharing with a few boys a little older than him and was put in new classes. The schooling was harder, and he began attending lessons on strength, hand-to-hand combat, and weapons training. The training was hard, it was long, pushing his body to the limit. But if he didn't push his mind and body to the limit he would disappear, and Yoongi did not want to know where all the other kids went when they disappeared.
Around the age of 15, he was put in charge of some younger kids, this responsibility came many new privileges. He got a new room, his room, and his room only, a bathroom to himself with warm water. The tiles were so white he could see himself in them, the bed so comfortable he felt like he was being swallowed by a cloud, and an unlimited supply of books all to himself, personal tutors in all his subjects. But, the biggest prize of all, a mirror placed above the sink in his bathroom. He had never truly seen himself before, never known what his nose looked like, what color his eyes were, anything. For all this, he only had to look after a few brats, tell them to try hard or they would disappear.

When they told Yoongi he had turned 18 he moved places entirely. Seoul, they told him. Led him outside into the dark of night, let him breathe in the fresh air, saw the stars, the trees, the greens. He moved into a building of his own, nobody else to bother him. Began training three times harder and began going on missions with a team of men much older than he was. Simple assassination missions with only a few targets so he could learn how to do these missions on his own and move on to something greater.
When he turned 20, they moved him to a penthouse apartment, told him he was a genius, told him he would become one of the greatest assets to their group. He got a different team, began bigger and better missions. Taking down other group leaders, tearing the rival groups down from the inside out with his team. His boss, giving him more and more lavish things.

At age 24, he began living the life of the elite. Millions of dollars in his account, he could buy anything he wanted, houses, cars, girls, expensive clothing. But best of all he got his very own team. "The Avengers" people mocked, the best of the best, all men trained from the youngest age. Namjoon, the mafia leader’s son. The whole brains of their operation. Seokjin, the oldest of them, one of the most talented man with a knife, would go undercover living a lavish life while getting the inside scoop to the elite. Jungguk, Yoongi's mission partner, would assist him on takedown missions. The two worked together flawlessly coming in and taking down a hundred men with no problem. Hoseok, was able to hack any system imaginable. National banks would somehow lose billions of dollars with no trace, security systems failing for no reason. Anything you wanted Hobi could do it. Jimin would charm anyone with his looks, make them fall in love with him, take him to bed, get all his secrets, and kill them before they could realize what was going on.

Yoongi was taught to never trust anyone, never form connections. But with these boys, they were his brothers, they were his family, his forever team. They were on top and almost nobody held a higher rank then them except for Namjoon’s father. They all were swimming in expensive clothes and pools of money. They were living the life. Drugs, money, women, parties, anything they wished for.

But right now, at age 27, Yoongi was on a solo mission Namjoon in his earpiece giving him directions. He was set to extract information from a low leader on the totem pole of an enemy mafia. He had a big base, nothing compared to what any one of his team had. It was obviously expensive, littered with coke lines, expensive furniture, an extensive staff, including whores dripping in diamonds and gold. Expensive dresses that hid nothing on their forms. Yoongi peeked around the corner and saw a woman in a light blue dress that barely reached the top of her mid-thigh, the top was lace that ran down her back and arms, cutting off at her shoulders so her collarbones popped out. The dress was tight it couldn't be functional. The woman way lying on her side facing Yoongi. She looked to be unconscious blood slowly making its way out her nose making a puddle on the floor. There was a deep bruise on her cheekbone popping out against her pale skin. Tending to her and talking in a low soft tone was a man facing away from him. He was wearing something much nicer than anyone he had seen so far. There were layers of fabric covered in intricate designs falling from his form. He seemed to be wearing something similar to a traditional Indian style though in his crouched form Yoongi couldn't see much. The man had wraps around his arms as he reached out to pet the girl's hair, whispering what Yoongi could assume was encouragements. There was a thick collar wrapped around his neck and a chain on the floor that was seemingly connected to the said collar.

"Slut! Where are You?" A man called out.

There was the rustle of chains on the ground when it pulled taught. Yoongi's speculation was proved right when the someone pulled the chain and the boy flew forward almost landing on the injured girl but caught himself with his arms. The boy slowly lifted himself of shaky legs and followed to where the chain was leading. He must be the man's favorite whore to be dressed in such expensive clothing and be chained. Wherever this boy was going it was going to lead him to the boss of this outpost.

"Namjoon?" Yoongi whispered pressing down on his earpiece.


"Hobi hack the cams yet?"


"Top level, west wing. You see the boy?"


"I'm suspecting that's the top whore and master just called for him. I'm following,"

"Copy that. Proceed with caution."

The boy began to walk forward after squaring his shoulders and standing with perfect posture, so much so that Yoongi could have set a book on his head and it would stay perfectly level. Yoongi took note of what room the boy went into and stepped forward.


Then suddenly his world went black.

Yoongi came back into consciousness with a few blinks and a groan, his head was absolutely pounding. He was in a dark room with no windows and little lighting. His wrists and ankles were strapped to a chair. He was sitting in some kind of twisted throne room. Blinking the last bit of blurriness out of his eyes and looked up to meet the eyes of his captor. Sure enough, he was sitting on a large throne chair smirking. He was holding the golden chain attached to the boy he saw earlier. But now the boy was in a submissive position kneeling on the ground palms turned up a few feet away from his captor's throne, still not facing Yoongi.

"Like my pet, Min?" The man said yanking the chain attached to the boy. The boy again fell to his hands, keeping his head tucked. "Come here, slut."
"Yes, Master."

The boy came upon four legs arched his back beautifully and crawled over to Yoongi's captor. The boy laid his face on the thigh of the man sitting on the chair, bringing his hands up by his face and gently touching the man's thigh.

"Good, pet." The man said carding his hand through the boy's blonde hair. "I found him whoring himself out at one of the clubs my boss owns. Traded him two tons of crack for this slut.''

The man tightened his hold on the boy's hair, almost painfully, and swiveled the boy around to face Yoongi. Yoongi then understood why his captor would trade two tons for him. The boy was beautiful. The elegantly patterned shawls hanging off the boy were pushed over his shoulder by the man on the throne, showing off the boy's naturally tan skin. The boy's eyes were lightly dusted with makeup extenuating his big deep brown eyes. There was jewelry dripping off him, his ears themselves holding thousands of dollars of gold. There was a simple loop ring on the side of his nose. And a lip ring covering the center of his plush bottom lip. There was gold necklaces stemming off his collar down the center of his chest and over his shoulder. Yoongi could better see what he was wearing now. Definitely inspired by traditional Indian fashion. There was a red shawl lined with black with sewn in golden roses covering his shoulders and falling over his arms. The shawl crossed over his chest but left much bare until his navel where the fabric met. The shawl was held in place by another leather piece at his waist. Gold rings and chains fell from the bottom. Other white and black shawls covered the boy hanging loosely from his elbows. The boy's wrists were wrapped with a black cloth matching one of the shawls. The boy had on loose dark red pants that tightened at the ankle, intricate rose designs again covering the bottom. This boy was beautiful, and Yoongi had never wanted anything more in his whole life.

"A looker, isn't he?" The man said, humming and turning the boy's face back to him. "Is that why you were trying to steal him, Min? My guards saw you walking after him. Little slut should have warned me" He growled other hand finding the leash attached to the boy and threw him down to the ground. The boy hit the floor with a thud but did not move. "Little bitch."

"What do you want from me?" Yoongi spoke lowly throwing the man in the throne an unimpressed stare.

"Oh! How rude of me!" The man clapped his hands. "Get up and greet our guest, slut."

"Yes, Master." The boy came back up to all fours head down, and slowly crawled over towards Yoongi. "Min, of The Seoul Gang. I'm impressed you came to see me." The boy reached Yoongi and settled his head on Yoongi's knee much like how he had with the man across from him.

"A proper greeting. You're a whore act like it." The man across from them growled. Yoongi heard the boy suck in a breath. The boy pushed Yoongi's legs apart and slowly lifted himself up to stand.

"Yes, master." The boy said. He lowered himself into Yoongi's leg and threw his leg between Yoongi's. He placed his forehead against Yoongi's collarbone and put his hands around his neck. He then pushed his chest together with Yoongi's. They were so close Yoongi could feel his pounding heart.

Yoongi couldn't help but feel a little bad. Jimin had told him stories about many men touching him or him touching other men like this when he hadn't wanted to. "All part of the job" he would say, but nothing like that could quell the sinking feeling in Yoongi's stomach.

"Now that we are all settled." The man said, "What you and your team will give me is simple."

"Give you?"

"Of course, you are stuck here with me until they come for you correct?"

"We won't give you anything," Yoongi growled back. The man's eyes hardened.

"V, start."

"Yes, master." The boy- V? Had said with a steady voice although Yoongi could feel his controlled shivers.

"They will come for you, you are not just a pawn in their game. You are a king." V moved his hands down Yoongi's chest. Goosebumps jumped on Yoongi's skin, he didn't like where this was going.

"They know not to come for me." V untucked his black button up from his dark-colored slacks.

"As I said, Min, they need you. They won't just let you walk away. I plan to use that to my advantage." Yoongi tensed as V began to unbutton his shirt. He flicked his eyes to V's face-finding it impassive. "Good thing you are a special guest, normally intruders do not get this warm of a welcome."

"If they come for me, they will bring a whole army. Much more than whatever guard you have here."

"I'm planning on it. That's why I invited my boss over." V had fully unbuttoned his shirt and ran his hands down Yoongi's shoulders and arms stopping near the confines on his wrists. Then Yoongi felt a sharp object run down his wrist gently cutting the rope holding his wrist down. Of course, V's shawl’s were covering the action. V was a smart bastard.

"You want to start a war?"

"As I said, you are an important piece." V brought his hands down to the tops of Yoongi's thighs, throwing what looked like a glass shard to his other hand. Yoongi looked to his wrist that had been cut free and saw blood staining his hand. V hadn't pushed hard enough to cut him, had he?

"Don't be naive. They won't send a war for me." V brought his hand to Yoongi's neck without the glass shard and slid his other hand down to Yoongi's other wrist. Cutting the other one free and pressing the glass shard into Yoongi's hand.

"Maybe, maybe not. That is unless of course..."

"Unless?" V brought his hands up to card through the bottom of Yoongi's hair and rested his face in Yoongi's neck.

"You join us? We could use an assassin as skilled as you. With all the connections you have, you could take everyone out one by one from the inside. Think of the glory." V began to gently kiss Yoongi's neck.

"You are truly stupid if you think I would do that." V leaned into Yoongi's ear and whispered hurriedly

"I am going to distract him, cut your feet out."

"As you wish." The man said picking up the chain attached to V and yanked. Making the boy on his lap fly to the ground groaning as he rolled in on himself. Yoongi was stunned.

"Did I tell you that you could talk you filthy slut?" V shook his head.

"Come here." V knelt after meeting his eyes with Yoongi's and smirked. He raised his head to the man in the throne. "I said come here, not look at me, you stupid bitch. You will pay for that later. Come here."

"You know I would rather not." The man stood making his way to V, balling his fists. But V did not back down, "You smell like tuna almost all of the time. Just because nobody tells you that you have to shower doesn't mean you shouldn't."

"You bitch-" He raised his hand to hit V but before his hand could connect with V's face Yoongi punched him instead, knocking him to the floor. V grabbed a cat statue on the floor and broke it over the man's head, knocking him out.

“Bitch.” The boy said, spitting at the man on the ground. Yoongi only began liking him more by the second. Yoongi offered his hand to the boy. V looked at it with a raised eyebrow but eventually took it and Yoongi lifted him off the ground.

“My name is Yoongi,”

“V, pleased to meet you, Yoongi. Let’s skip the rest of the formalities and get out of here. I don’t want to be here when Sungjay’s boss gets here.”

“Where are you going?” Yoongi asks,

“With you of course,” V said with a smirk. Yoongi hummed lowly,

“What would make you think I would let you come with me. Sure, you helped me, but I supply no favors.” V’s face cracked into a full smile and Yoongi was sure his heart stopped for about three seconds minimum.

“I don’t suppose you have a ride out of here? Or are you hiding a trick up your sleeve, Yoongi?”

“Ah, well. You got me there.”

“Stay here. There’s a key ring in his left pocket,” the boy pointed to the man on the floor “find it. I’ll be right back.” V said, squeezing their still intertwined hands.


V flipped around and ran out the door bright red and black fabric trailing behind him. After a few seconds so did the chain that was connected to his neck started skimming around the floor straightening out. If Yoongi was leaving with V beyond a hundred feet, they would need to take care of that. Yoongi knelt near the man, patting left pocket. After begrudgingly sticking his hand in the man’s pocket, sure enough, a key ring. Yoongi flipped the keys in his hand and began to inspect all the keys. A few keys that looked to be too different doors or possibly a safe, a Rolls Royce key, and finally a small key that Yoongi wasn’t sure the use of. Yoongi heard the chain on the ground move and V ran back into the room with a huge square grin on his face. His arms were full of guns ranging from pistols to AK-47’s. He dropped them all on the floor in front of Yoongi.

“Take your pick!” Yoongi picked up varying different guns and stuffed them into the holsters still thankfully attached to his hips. Yoongi stood up,

“What are you going to do about that?” Yoongi said pointing to V’s neck.

“That really small key unlocks this bitch,” V said dropping to his knees and pointing to a little keyhole on the back of the collar. “Please be a dear and take it off for me.”

“Do you know where this Royce is?” Yoongi said taking a step towards V.

“Of course.” Yoongi slipped the key in the collar. “What did you take me for? Stupid”

“Maybe,” Yoongi said.

“Rude.” The collar sprung open from how tight it was around V’s neck. V let out a long sigh as it fell from his neck. “Feels like I can breathe again.”
The skin that was hidden under the collar was forming a ring of purple around V’s neck, speaking levels on just how tight the collar was. V jumped up and caught a look of himself in the mirror.

“Ew! Oh my god!” V said stepping closer to the mirror, eyeing himself. “My hair looks like shit! What did they do to my precious mullet!” V wined, picking at the ends of his hair.


“I’ll explain later. Right now, let’s find that Royce.”

V grabbed Yoongi’s hand and walked out the door and into the hall. Yoongi and V looked out the window and saw many headlights making their way to the house. Still a considerable amount away but close enough to be getting their asses in gear. V sped up, expertly navigating the halls and winding staircase. V eventually led Yoongi to the back exit, outside stood a shiny black Rolls Royce. V quickly made his way to the passenger side, Yoongi to the driver side shoving the car keys in and putting the car in drive.

“Looks like this is going to be an eventful ride,” Taehyung said smiling at Yoongi from the passenger side, leaning back.

“You can count on it.”




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The sound of the car skidding off the pavement and taking off down the street rang loud in Yoongi’s ears. Yoongi had left for his mission when the sun was just going down, now it was about ten o’clock and the stars were shining above them. Hopefully, the boys were not worried about him too hard back at base. V let out a squeal from the passenger side,
“I haven’t done this in so long!”
“Get buckled in then.”
“Yes, sir!” Yoongi looked in the rearview, the cars were beginning to gain on them. Yoongi heard the click of the seat belt beside him. Yoongi quickly looked over to V with a weird look on his face.
“I didn’t mean literally.” V shrugged and Yoongi took a turn down the street heading toward the bright city. It wasn’t far away from the outskirts of Seoul. The mansion might be worth it just for the view of the city.
“Safety first, Yoongi.”
“Seeing as though we are almost hitting 110 in this car, I wouldn’t say safety is our first is our first priority.”
“It’s the thought that counts.” Yoongi looked out the mirror again. They were almost within a shooting range now.

“Fuck,” Yoongi said, turning down an alleyway leading to the main road. Yoongi was swerving through lanes barely missing cars. Unfortunately, the other drivers were also able to run and evade cars and red lights.

Yoongi switched into the other lane of traffic, now fighting the flow of traffic. A few of the cars that followed were knocked off in head-on collisions. Yoongi took a hard-left turn and heading towards the heart of Seoul. He jumped back into the right of way in traffic. A considerable amount of fewer cars were following him now. The ones that were, were hot on his heels. The sound of gunshots ringing as they hit the car was loud in his ears. He took a detour, making the car fly off the side of the road to a park.

“Can this fucking car go any faster?” Yoongi growled. Headlights flashing in his mirror.
“No,” V said unclipping his seatbelt. “But they can definitely go slower.”
V reached over his lap grabbing one of his guns out of its holster. The car swerved lightly from Yoongi’s surprise.
“What the hell are you doing?”
V leaned over back to his side and opened his window, then leaned out the said open window.
“Kid! What in the living fuck are you doing?!” Yoongi yelled at him. “Do you have a death wish!?" He yelled, grabbing the boys leg in hopes of keeping him in the car and not painted on the sidewalk.

“Maybe.” V leaned all the way out of the window and shot off his gun, aiming towards the car's tires. Yoongi looked out the rearview mirror and saw two of the cars lose control, dropping them out of the race. Taehyung ducked back into the car and swore.

“Good shot.” Yoongi was surprised, to say the least. The cars were moving fast, and the tires were barely visible. He had shot them down very quickly and efficiently. If Yoongi was being honest he didn’t even know if he could make that shot. He probably would have left it to Jungkook.

“The other one has bulletproof tires. I don’t think I can shoot through the windshield we are moving to fast.”

“I’ll try to lose him.” Yoongi found an opening back to the main road and swerved right back into traffic. He was swerving out and back in but the car was keeping up, keeping up will every twist and turn. Yoongi himself was worried about the tires being shot out. V gasped, Yoongi looked over quickly and V was smiling brightly.

“What?” V began wiggling out of the many layers that rested on his shoulders. Only keeping the one silk shawl that covered most of his chest. V moved his chair backward and leaned back to kick the dash just above the glovebox. He kicked a total of three times before the shell of the dash cracked and revealed an array of explosives and guns.

“I almost forgot these were here,” V said. He grabbed a throwing grenade and ripped the cord out with his teeth. “Slow down for about three seconds so he gets closer. Then hit the gas as hard as you can.” Yoongi nodded at V. “Ready go.”

V jumped back out the open window and waited about five seconds before he threw it under the car. He flung his body back into the car rolling up his window. The scene behind them was something to marvel at. The bomb had sparked and lit the car up like a Christmas tree, then threw it up in the air.

“Yes!” V exclaimed, clapping his hands and resting fully back into the seat.
“Where did you learn how to shoot like that?” Yoongi said, taking in his surroundings and trying to figure out how far away they were from his base.
“Yoongi, were you ever taught manners? You don’t ask about someone’s backstory before the third date.” Taehyung said with an audible smirk on his lips. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“Oh, here you go. You can have these back.” V leaned again over his lap, flicking the safety of the gun back on and fixing it in Yoongi’s holster. Then reached around to his own waist and unhooked what looked very similar to Yoongi’s utility belt.

“I got it from the guard, but I think something happened to it when you were knocked out. But I guess you can have it back now.”

Yoongi took it and checked all the compartments. When he found his communicator he flipped it around in his hand a few times. Sure enough, the screen was cracked, and the earbud cord was broken but the speaker was intact. He clicked the on a button and it began flipping through the radio channels.

“Joon? You still there?” There were a few seconds of silence,
“Yoongi! Oh god, I thought we were going to have to come down there to save your ass. Are you hurt?”
“No. But I’ve got a surprise.”
“Oh Jesus Christ, Yoongi hyung. Give it a break, will you?” Jimin said over what Namjoon was about to reply with.
“I can’t head back to base, come to the lounge. Expect you soon.”
“Copy that, see you soon Yoongi.”
Yoongi threw the communicator to the floor.
“Is that your boss?” V asked
“No, my team.” V hummed.
“Where is the lounge?”
“It’s a hotel of sorts." Yoongi shrugged. "I’m not stupid enough to take you back to base. You are lucky I didn’t put you in the trunk.” V let out a chuckle.
“You are the one who is lucky that you didn’t throw me in the trunk. I took down those three cars that were stuck on your ass.”
“That’s why you aren’t in the trunk right now, sweetie.
“Good to know, hyung.” Yoongi scoffed and shook his head.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Awe. Come on! I saved your life at least twice in one day, you didn’t even manage to retain a scratch!” Taehyung wined, but Yoongi was quick to retort.
“Actually,” Yoongi said taking one wrist off the steering wheel and searching for the source of the blood he saw earlier. “You cut me somewhere on my wrist with your glass.” Yoongi diligently searched for the source of the blood covering both his wrists but couldn’t find any broken skin.

“Actually,” Taehyung mocked, holding up his hands to Yoongi. “I cut myself on the glass.” He wriggled his fingers for Yoongi to see. Sure enough, blood was streaming down his fingers.
“Don’t get that on the seats.”
“Why? It’s not even your car. Doubt that you will want it now that there are bullets ruining the paint job.”

Yoongi focused his eyes on the road, navigating the quickest way to get to the Lounge. The Lounge was a place that he visited often. Any special occasion of any type would be spent at the Lounge. The rooms were fancy, the staff didn’t ask questions about the coke on the tables, and the top levels of the Lounge held any kind of fun you could imagine. Strippers littered the halls, drugs hid in plain sight, alcohol flowing as fast as you could chug it down. The top floor was reserved for dancing, not Yoongi’s scene but Hobi and Jimin seemed to enjoy it.

“Yoongles?” Jimin’s voice screamed out through the communicator. Yoongi pointedly ignored whatever Jimin was going to tell him. “Yoongi hyung, I damn well know you can hear me answer the damn comm.” Yoongi picked the device up from where he had thrown it and pressed down the talk button.
“What do you want, Jimin?”
“Can we go dancing tonight? Pleaseeeeee.” He wined.
“Sure, I don’t care what you do.”
“Hobi said he would only come if you did.”
“Probably because he knew I would say no.”
“That’s exactly why.”
“I’ll think about it.” Yoongi sighed at the squeal Jimin made. “Are you there yet?”
“Almost, Joonie likes to speed.”
“What room?”
“Penthouse floor, 754.”
“See you there.”
“Bye, hyungie!”

Yoongi tucked the communicator into the black belt that was still sitting on his lap, and began to pull over. Once they were hidden in some alley Yoongi began searching his belt for the handcuffs.

“Hand me your wrists,” Yoongi said turning to V, holding the handcuffs.
“Kinky,” V said, hands still on his lap.
“Either you can lend me your wrists, or I can tranquilize you and throw you in the trunk,” Yoongi said in a flat tone. V timidly raised his wrists. Yoongi quickly clamped the handcuffs around his much too skinny wrists with permission. “When we get there, do not try to run. Unless of course, you want to be handed off to our torture department. They’ll have you wishing for a slow painful death. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good.” Yoongi pulled out of the alleyway and continued his drive to the Lounge.

Yoongi left the car on the side of the road keys still stuck in the ignition, whoever could come across it first could have it, the true owner would come across it soon enough. Yoongi had walked to the apartment arm to roughly grabbing Taehyung’s ensuring he wouldn’t run away. Once he reached the room Jimin let him in, staring at the stranger.
“Who is that, hyungie?” Jimin said curiously trying to get a look at the stranger. But V kept his head tucked.

“Got me out of a sticky situation on the mission.” Yoongi unlocked one side of the handcuffs and secured it to the oak table chair making V kneel on the ground.
“So you stick him in a pair of handcuffs?” Namjoon said from near the kitchen.
“I don’t know the first thing about the guy.” Yoongi shrugged. “Did Hobi bring his wax pen by any chance?”
“I think so, he’s over-“
“Yoongi hyung!” Jimin yelled over Namjoon. “He’s bleeding!” Jimin said pointing at V’s hands that were steadily dripping blood. “What happened to his neck?” Jimin said kneeling and twisting his head to get a good look at the thick bruise that circled his neck.
“Well, it didn’t look that bad in the car.”
“How’d that happen?” Namjoon asked.
“He cut me out of some restraints with a piece of glass.”
“So you repay him by letting him bleed out? How considerate Yoongi.” Jimin lolled his head looking at Yoongi, an undertone of sarcasm lacing his dearly look. “Joonie hyung can you get me some bandages and alcohol?”

“Jimin, we don’t know anything about him,” Yoongi said with a sigh, Namjoon already heading to the bathroom for a med kit.

“Go find Hobi for a hit, hyung. You need to chill out a little bit.” Jimin bit back with his very own sigh. Yoongi rolled his eyes but left the room to find Hobi.
“What’s your name?” Jimin asked the boy on the floor, his head still staring down at his knees while Jimin was wrapping and cleaning his hands.
“Your real name, not the one that they gave to you.”
The boy hesitated but answered after a few seconds of silence. “Taehyung.”
“Taehyung, I like that.” Jimin smiled, his eyes squinting. “My name is Jimin.” Jimin smile only broadened stretching his lips and showing off his pearly white teeth. Taehyung lifted his eyes and licked his lips, a nervous quirk that might never leave him.

Jimin hummed, “I think we have lots in common, Taehyung.”

Taehyung gave him a small smile. “What makes you think that?”

“A hunch I guess.” Jimin wondered whether he should be referring to this boy as his hyung. He didn’t look very old, but for all, he knows it could be the lack of meat on his bones. “How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-three.” Jimin gasped.
“I’m twenty-four! You can call me hyung. Everyone here but Kookie is older than you, he’s twenty-two. He’s the one who looks like he could lift me.”
“To be fair, it would be pathetic if someone couldn’t lift you, hyung.” Taehyung with a quiet chuckle.

Jimin gasped dramatically. “Here I was thinking you would be a good boy, aish, respect your elders, kid.”
Taehyung giggled, “I’ll consider it.”
“Would you like some clothes, Taehyung? This outfit looks uncomfortable.” Jimin tilted his head and held his hand out to fix the crossing section of fabric on Taehyung’s chest. Waiting till Taehyung nodded, to cross the fabric.
“That would be nice, thank you. “
“No problem, Tae-Tae” Jimin stood up and reached for Taehyung’s hand.
“Tae-Tae?” Taehyung asked with a questioning look, taking Jimin’s hand.
“It’s a nickname because I can already tell that we will be good friends.” Jimin helped him stand careful of his bandages. “Let’s go find Kookie, he will be the closest to your size.”
“That kid you brought in?” Hobi sighed, taking a long drag from a wax pen.
“What about him?”
“He’s cute.”
“That’s why he didn’t ride home in the trunk.” Yoongi snickered, stealing the pen away from Hobi to take his own hit.
“Where’s he from?”
“Whoever was leading the district. Bastard seemed to think he was his pet, some shit like that.”
“You took him with you?”
“He’s cute like you said.”
“That’s definitely not the full story, you wouldn’t risk your ass for the hottest man on the planet.”
"Who knows." Yoongi took a long drag, smoke spilling from his lips and sighed. “He might have cut me out and pointed the way to a car.”
“There it is-“
“Then proceeded to shoot down two cars and bomb another all under 20 seconds.”

Hoseok was quiet for a second, “He didn’t look like all that from the cams when I had access.”
“Didn’t look like too much in real life. Till he took down a few cars.”
“Who was he before he ended up at a crackhouse?”
“Dunno yet,” Yoongi said taking a final drag and handing the pen back to Hoseok. “I’ll find out. Always do.”
“Joonie hyung is the only one with a turtleneck.” Jimin folded it delicately setting it on the end of the bed near Taehyung was.

“You know how to fold?” Jungkook asked from his perch in the corner.
“Shut up brat.” Jimin huffed. “Anyway he’s bigger than you but it should be fine. Kookie did you get those pants?”
“What pants?”
“The ones that are two sizes too small.”
Jungkook groaned, “Those are my “I’m getting laid tonight” pants those are important.”
“Well just let Taehyung borrow them, his skinny legs won’t fit in your normal ones.”
“Fine.” He dug around in his bag pulled out some black jeans, folding them and adding to the pile.

“Go ahead and change in that bathroom right there, Taehyung,” Jungkook said pointing to the door in the corner.
Taehung nodded and picked up his donated clothes, and bowed. “Thank you.”
“Of course, Tae-Tae” Jimin smiled at Taehyung as he stepped into the bathroom.
“How bad was he?” Jungkook asked quietly.
“He was trained, but could hold up a conversation while looking me in the eyes after he got comfortable.”
“I think he’s nice.”
“Are you just saying that because he’s stunning?”
“Knew it. Once a playboy, always a playboy.”
“You forgot international, international playboy.”
“Oh shut the hell up.”
Soon enough Taehyung slipped out of the bathroom holding his old clothes. “Where should I put these?”
“Do you want them back?”
Taehyung was stunned into silence for a few seconds, “not really?”
“Just toss them”
“Hyung, please, please, pleaseeee” Jimin wined. “Please let Taehyung come.”
“Taehyung, now is it?” Yoongi said raising his eyebrow at V.
“Duh, hyung, come on, please.” Jimin huffed.
“I’ve known him a maximum of 3 hours and you expect me to just let him go mess around with my team on a dance floor?”
“Here’s me saying no. You’re already in trouble for letting him off the handcuffs and giving him clothes, we don’t know who he is!”
“You’re-” Jimin started, poking Yoongi’s chest “-in trouble for locking him up in the first place with bleeding hands, a big bruise, and an uncomfortable outfit.” Jimin stepped back and puffed his chest out. “I will tell Jinnie what you did.”
Yoongi looked unimpressed, “Okay?” Jimin narrowed his eyes at Yoongi.
“I’ll tell him what you did last week.”
“You wouldn’t, Jimin.”
“I’m serious. You want me to call him right now?” The two were stuck staring down each other until Yoongi finally broke the match.
“Fine. But I’m coming so I can see if he does anything. If he does his brains will be washed off the floor.” He said looking over at Taehyung, who had been quietly standing in the corner. “You understand, V?”
Taehyung bowed his head, “Yes, sir-“
“Don’t call Tae-Tae that, Yoongi. His name is Taehyung.” Jimin snapped at Yoongi abet playfully. He bounded over to Taehyung linking arms and giving him a huge smile.
“Let's go dancing then!”
“Jimin! Bring your gun, just in case.”
“Oh, Tae-Tae couldn’t hurt a fly to save his life, hyung.”
“Just bring it because I told you, brat.”
“Whatever, Yoongi hyung,” Jimin said rolling his eyes. Then turned to the boy he had his arms linked with. “Strap in for the night of your life, Tae-Tae. This is going to be so fun!”

Oh, if only Jimin knew.