The night smelled of rust and gasoline.
A black van rolled silently to a stop outside the abandoned warehouse. Inside, the Bangtan family was cloaked in blackleather gloves, loaded guns, sharp eyes.
Yoongi spread a map across his lap, voice calm and precise.
yoongi
“Shipment of weapons. Rival gang is using this warehouse to store it before it goes overseas. Our job is to intercept, clean up, and make sure no one walks away alive.”
hoseok
“Straightforward,” He said cheerfully as he twirled a knife between his fingers. “Just how I like it.”
jin
He glanced at him, unimpressed. “Try not to enjoy it too much. We don’t need unnecessary mess.”
hoseok
“Unnecessary mess?” He grinned. “That’s half the fun.”
jimin
He smirked, checking his pistol. “Don’t worry, hyung. I’ll keep him focused. Besides” his gaze flicked to Jungkook “I’m curious to see how our Jungkookie handles himself tonight. You seem different. More… intense.”
junkook
“I’m always intense when it comes to protecting what matters,” Jungkook said, voice low.
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