Ch.13
The sun was rising higher in the sky as the afternoon came. Clouds were spread across the sky, not greying the scenery down below. The air was warm in the little shop you were currently at. Servers were smiling, not many people were inside, and a lot of the colors inside the place were red. Namjoon had invited you to a porridge restaurant to eat. His mother kindly made breakfast for you, so you ate with the Kim's in the morning. Since she was so thoughtful, you washed the dishes for her. She was really impressed and kept muttering things to Namjoon. By the time the two of you were alone, his face was bright pink.
He made sure to take you out of the house to avoid his Mom's comments. In your opinion, he had a really nice Mom and his home was enjoyable too. It was hard to believe he was a gang member. It made you wonder if his mother was aware of that. There was no way you'd tell her or even ask. That's a horrible idea. The night was calm, and you slept well. Hyosung never called you or texted you. It left you a little upset that she didn't do much to get you to come back. Luckily, Namjoon cheered you up by taking you around town. It took your mind off things. There was no school today so the two of you were free to do whatever.
That's how you were in this porridge shop with him. Apparently, he really liked the food here, so he brought you by. A server in a red apron came by with two hot bowls of porridge. She lightly set them down in front of the two of you before bowing, saying 'enjoy your meal' and walking off. Namjoon excitedly began to eat his bowl. Despite it being hot, he continued to eat. Giggling at how hungry he was, you thanked him for the meal and began to eat yours. Namjoon paid for the food even though you offered to pay. He said he was going to treat you since he was older. Either way, you were grateful for the food.
The both of you ate calmly and talked about school. Namjoon made sure that you were doing well in school. Ever since you've been hanging out with them at the warehouse, you've been doing your homework later. The boys slack on their school work because they don't care or just because they don't have the time. Now that you come home late, you rush through homework. It's hard to care about homework once you've been messing around all day with the first years. The older male told you to keep working hard despite SuChin not being the greatest school. You nodded your head and decided to ask him about his grades. He had a bunch of awards hung around his house.
"What about your grades?" You asked before eating a spoonful.
"...eh, could be better." Namjoon shrugged. "They're good I guess."
"You guess? I saw a lot of awards," You muttered to hear him chuckle.
"Those are old." He shook his head. "It doesn't matter anymore."
"But you were saâ" You frowned.
"I want you to do good. You're not one of 'us' if you get what I mean." Namjoon lowered his voice, his eyes shifting around the shop. No one was hearing the conversation between the two of you. Letting out a sigh, you nodded.
The two of you began eating again. You wondered if Namjoon being in a gang was the main reason he hasn't put his full potential into school. Or he stopped caring. His mother seemed to enjoy his good characteristics and praised him on them, but never pressured him to do better. That was nice. Soon, the both of you finished your meals and stared at the empty bowls. You were incredibly full, and you could see why Namjoon really liked this place. The food wasn't too expensive, and they really knew how to fill you up. Before you could get out of your seat, Namjoon's phone began ringing. He pulled it out and made it a video conversation. Who was it?
"Hey Hoseok." Namjoon smiled at his best friend. You couldn't see what Hoseok was doing, but you could imagine by his voice. He was probably waving at Namjoon with a lot of enthusiasm.
"Good afternoon! What are you doing?" Hoseok asked as Namjoon glanced at you.
"Say hi." He turned his phone to face you. Hoseok was grinning and gasped to see you hanging out with the purple haired male. No first years were around or any other member, it was just the two of you.
"Hi." You waved nervously. He was probably already getting ideas that weren't true. Namjoon's Mom was already rooting for a side. It was an interesting feeling to be approved. Too bad you didn't feel the need to date. Hoseok laughed, the video occasionally slowing down.
"Kwon (F/n) on a date with Kim Namjoon!" He cheered.
"That's not it." You crossed your arms with a huff. Namjoon turned the phone back to him, shaking his head at Hoseok once again. The two of you haven't even been friends for that long so you couldn't imagine him as a boyfriend. It was too embarrassing to think about. You were still getting used to having male friends.
Namjoon continued to talk to Hoseok who was just out grocery shopping for lunch. Then they landed on the topic of changing their hair color. Moving your chair to sit next to Namjoon, you waved at Hoseok another time. His infectious smile could even get to you through a screen. For today, the two wouldn't be going to the warehouse. They didn't discuss their plans out loud, but you knew they would be doing at least one thing gang related today. Hoseok already had something planned with Namjoon at 17:00 so you could only imagine. At the mention of this, Hoseok and Namjoon both looked at you. Confused by their attention, you kept glancing between the boy in front of you and the one on the screen.
"Do you have anything you have to do today?" Namjoon asked. You could make up with your sister, but that wasn't going to happen in one night. One thing you knew for sure was that you were returning home tonight. Other than that, you had nothing else planned.
"Wanna join us?" Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows, struggling to hold back his excitement.
"Sure." You agreed to have them cheer. Today is going to be fun.
Jimin's P.O.V.
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Taehyung and Jungkook were already at the warehouse with Yoongi. I knew the second years wouldn't be coming today since they had to deal with a couple security cameras that I noticed on our last deal. They didn't belong to a business but were just someone's home security system. When I saw them, I used the black spray paint Taehyung sometimes carried around to ruin the lens. Namjoon and Hoseok were going to handle it even further just in case. Hoseok would distract the owner of the house while Namjoon would dismantle them and destroy the memory. He was good at breaking things, so I believed they would do well. Hoseok had a talent for getting along with people he's barely met.
Walking down the long dirt path, I could see the huge warehouse in the distance. It wasn't too far away from me. As I came closer, I saw Seokjin's black truck parked in front of the warehouse instead of in the back. It was a little strange to see, but nothing unsettling about it. I made my way around the truck, getting close to the entrance of the building. That's when something caught my attention. A flyer was attached to the windshield wiper on Seokjin's car. It was violently flapping back and forth in the wind but kept a fight to stay in its spot. Curiously making my way towards the blue paper, I pulled it off and read what it was about. I made sure to glance at the door again, but none of the members came out so I looked back at the paper.
My heart started beating quickly as I saw the words 'dance' and 'free' on the paper. It was offering one free dance class for beginners at a studio. Elation ran through me as I reread the flyer over and over again. There was no catch at all. It was just advertising a new dance studio in the area. Euphoria officially had a new meaning for me as I clutched tightly to the paper. Was this a sign? My cheeks were hurting from how hard I was smiling. (F/n) was incredibly supportive of me and I felt like giving it a chance. If I didn't have her, I would have probably sighed wistfully at this. I'm still going to show this to her and ask her about going. She's going to tell me that I have to go, and it would be nice. I needed that last little push from her.
"What are doing you?" I heard Yoongi's voice behind me. I panicked as I quickly folded the flyer, shoving it into my back pocket. The flyer was needed to be given a free class on one specific day that was at least still a month away. It gave me time to come up with an excuse to not show up the warehouse that day. Looking back at Yoongi, I gave him a crooked smile.
"Nothing," I said as his eyes narrowed down on me. He's usually really friendly and nice, but I knew what he was pissed about. Besides (F/n), there is someone else that knows about my love for dancing. Except they weren't supportive.
"I know what that flyer was. I'm not f*cking dumb." Yoongi scowled as my eyes fell to the floor. "Are you still into dancing?"
"...Yoongi hyungâ" My hands tightened into fists as I mustered up some courage to talk back to him. In the end, I couldn't.
"Why are you trying to leave us? We're a family here. I told you not to in the beginning and then (F/n) shows up telling you to continue dancing." Yoongi looked down at me.
When I first joined the gang, the money was supposed to help me do dancing at a studio. I still want to do that. The problem was that Yoongi found out my plans with the money and that I was going to leave right when I had enough to last me a year or two. He broke down my confidence about it, so I stopped chasing that dream. (F/n) revived it and I didn't want to let it go again. I knew it made Yoongi angry, but I wasn't too sure on why. We were family, but why couldn't he support me in this? He wouldn't let it happen. Now I was going to do the dance class whether he liked it or not, but I still needed (F/n)'s acceptance. It was something that I began to crave for which I knew was wrong.
"Is that why you don't like her?" I asked. No one in the gang was oblivious. We could all tell he had a distaste to her. He was practically shouting it every time she showed up. Everyone had their own ideas on why he hated her, and this was mine.
Before he could open his mouth, Seokjin came rushing out of the warehouse. The look he was giving to Yoongi was nothing like I had ever seen. It was so intense that I felt the need to step away. Taehyung and Jungkook came running out but stopped at the entrance. They didn't go any further as Seokjin forced Yoongi to turn around. (F/n) wasn't at the warehouse so I knew something was wrong. It was only noon. That could be a reason why the eldest looked so upset. Backing up from them, I bumped into the truck and stayed leaning against it.
"I wasn't done talking about last night!" Seokjin glared at Yoongi. "I don't know whether to tell Namjoon or not."
"I was just messing around," Yoongi uttered only to have Seokjin let out a giant laugh. He didn't buy it or accept the mint green hair's excuse. Looking over at the two young ones, they were just as confused as I was.
"Stop it! You're going to listen to me, okay? Let the younger ones hear the bullsh*t you pulled!" Seokjin pointed at all of us.
Yoongi shoved his hands in his pockets, waiting for the black-haired male to just teach him his lesson already. Raising a brow, I wondered what he meant. Was whatever Yoongi did the reason (F/n) as not here right now? My blood began to boil at the thought of him doing anything inappropriate to her. It was hard to describe the protectiveness that I had formed over (F/n). I didn't even like Jungkook getting close to her. Even if he was barfing continuously, I still didn't want her giving him a comforting hug. Besides, Jungkook was getting better. Taehyung and Jungkook walked closer as the scene unraveled.
"Fine..." Yoongi scratched the back of his head.
"Remember that rumor of (F/n) being our slut?" Seokjin looked at the three of us first years. He looked like he was going crazy. "He did it! Min Yoongi confessed to (F/n) last night and proceeded to harass her!"
"What!?" Jungkook and I took a threatening step towards Yoongi. Taehyung tried to find the right words to speak, but couldn't his mouth was gaping in shock while Seokjin gritted his teeth.
"I didn't do anything, but corner her!" Yoongi growled. "Why did you just watch until the end? If you cared about her then you would have stopped me from the start!"
"Doesn't give you the right!" Seokjin was about to push Yoongi back until we heard loud booms bursting in the air.
We all crouched down to the floor, covering our ears at the sudden noise. Jungkook rested against me as he tried to handle the loud noise and his withdrawal symptoms. The two third years were still baring their teeth at each other, waiting to attack. Taehyung was squinting his eyes as he looked up at the sky. What was he looking at? I turned myself to face what he was seeing and noticed fire crackers getting shot into the air. They couldn't have been legal. The wasn't the problem. The problem was that we didn't have any neighbors. Our warehouse was on a completely vacant street. It was frustrating to see this happening. Whoever was doing this clearly knew about our existence.
We slowly all stood up, removing our hands from our ears. The loud noises weren't pleasant to hear in the least. We could see the people doing this now though. It was a group of five guys running around in the field across from the warehouse. There were several sheds in the field, so I put two and two together. They were probably taking shelter there as we did with this warehouse. One guy with a black hat ran out of the shed to throw a bottle high up in the air. Before it could land on the ground, he raised up a gun and busted it. The glass shards dispersed across the field as all of them cheered. That one with the gun slowly brought the gun down with an off-putting smirk. He brought down the gun up to our eye level. He spotted all of us. I would have been panicking to have someone armed aiming at us, but he was clearly pointing at the mint haired green male in the middle of us.
"Hey there, Min Yoongi! Did you miss me?" He shouted loud enough for us to all hear. He cocked the gun and brought his finger down to the trigger.