Ch.14
Jimin's P.O.V.
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Yoongi gave a cold hard stare at the guy across from us. Seokjin had calmed down from the rage he had felt earlier. He was angry with Yoongi, but not enough to want him dead. Jungkook had his arm wrapped around his stomach as he held himself against the truck. I could see it in his eyes how conflicted he felt. He was still in no condition to fight, but he wanted to protect his fellow member. How though? They had a gun. Taehyung was still at a loss for words. Too many things were happening that I was almost in the same boat. The questions running through my head were giving me a head ache. Yoongi displayed no fear on his face despite having the gun ready to kill. All the guy had to do was pull the trigger.
"F*ck off." Yoongi scoffed.
"What? Don't remember me?" The male lifted the gun into the air and shot a bird. All of us let out a breath of relief to not have Yoongi be the one with a bullet in him. It was still a little disturbing to watch the bird's body fall down. Seokjin muttered my name as well as the other first years. He told us to stand behind him. The situation was still unclear. Jungkook almost refused to hide, but he had to follow orders.
"Jeon Jungkook!" Seokjin shouted in a whispered hush. Jungkook looked down as he came behind the eldest. Yoongi kept his hands in his pocket as he calmly stared at the others. Who were they? How did they know Yoongi?
"It's been a while. I've got a gang of my own now. It's funny seeing you in a group." The guy chuckled. "I remember you hated working with others. You would only help groups if it helped you, you wouâ"
"Shut up!" Yoongi stuck his middle finger out. "That was years ago! Don't come here talking like you f*cking know me."
The guy wearing the hat widened his eyes. He wasn't surprised by Yoongi's words in the slightest. He was just pretending to be offended. Taehyung was looking over Seokjin's shoulder while I held onto his arm. Jungkook was resting against Seokjin, making sure the situation didn't escalate. A part of me knew he would try to forget his pain just to defend Yoongi. I wasn't going to let that happen. I wanted to run off and hide. That's what I was good at. It sounds like I don't help, but I'm the spy that checks out the area before they do. Sneaking around, finding things and making sure that my members will be the winners if things go south.
Yoongi turned to look at us with tired eyes. The fight that was about to happen was gone. Now he had to deal with this. He started telling us quickly in a low whisper that he knew the guy in the hat from before the gang existed. Right away, Yoongi told us not to trust him or anyone associated with him. We all nodded since Yoongi has practically grown up on the streets. He's been involved in criminal activity long before he met Namjoon. He's had it the roughest out of all of us. That's why he stays in the warehouse. It's literally his home and he keeps watch over it. Even though he's never mentioned it, I figured he appreciated the warehouse as much as Taehyung did.
"Keeping secrets from me?" The guy came over, tucking the gun in his back pocket. He slung his arm over Yoongi's shoulder. "I'm Myon. I knew Yoongi back in the day and that's all you need to know."
"Get off me." Yoongi shoved him off.
Myon raised his hands in the air, finding the situation humorous. The rest of us were still shaken up by the gun. We've had situations where we've had to deal with them before but those were during deals. The part of our town where the warehouse sat was considered the safest. That may have not meant a lot, but it did mean you wouldn't see drug addicts walking around or rivaling gangs constantly leaving dead bodies. We had it lucky here and we didn't want that to change. If Yoongi didn't trust these guys, then we were going to take his side no matter what. He did have his own issues to sort out, but we all did. Maybe not as messed up as his though.
"Fine, calm down." Myon grinned. "Look. I just wanted to introduce myself. Sorry if I made a bad impression with all the noise. We're your new neighbors!"
"What?" Taehyung looked at Yoongi to make sense of what was going on. We were all lost.
"My gang and I are going to be huddling in those little sheds across from your place. Hope you don't mind." Myon walked up to Taehyung. "We might make a lot of noise."
"Why the hell would you come here?" Yoongi pushed Myon protectively away from Taehyung.
"Why so angry, Yoongi? I just thought you'd be happy to see a friendly face." Myon shrugged as Yoongi began to snarl.
There's only been a one other time I've seen Yoongi look like a vicious animal. At that moment, everyone from his group came rushing over to our side. I began to understand gang wars and why they were always so hostile about territory. It was pissing me off to see them coming onto our land. They shouldn't mess with us here. Jungkook stopped leaning against Seokjin and came in front of him. He was ready to pick a fight with the other members. Taehyung and I backed Jungkook up to Seokjin's dismay. We weren't going to let him fight alone if Myon's people couldn't control their temper. We'll make them walk back to wherever they came from with their tails between their legs.
"Something wrong?" One with a ripped flannel spoke.
"Not at all. The fun is just beginning." Myon stared at all of us. "This is Woohyun." He pointed to the one wearing the flannel. The others lined up in confusion. They probably didn't expect to be introduced. "Mysung, Kanghoon, and Seungjo."
"We didn't ask." Yoongi sighed to have Myon pout.
"Aw, you're not gonna introduce your little friends?" Myon looked at us with giant grins. His eyes sent me a different message. It almost made me want to hide behind Seokjin again.
Luckily, we didn't stay out too long. Seokjin forced us into the car to my surprise. I thought he would have made us gone into the warehouse. Yoongi tried his best to handle the new gang. He faked a friendly tone and got them off our property. He politely told them off or at least I like to think he did so. We waited in the car until he opened the passenger door. He took his seat and buckled up without saying a word. Seokjin didn't ask either. Jungkook, Taehyung, and I were shifting around in our seats. Who were those people? There's no way Seokjin knew about them, but how come he was acting differently? They were older than us, so I thought we should just trust them if they chose not to speak.
Seokjin drove the car past the speed limit. Our bodies were flying with every turn he took. Namjoon wasn't going to be coming over to the warehouse today. Taehyung whispered the idea to us when the three of us were squished against the right side. Jungkook agreed with the idea that we were being brought to Namjoon when Seokjin suddenly brake. All of us flew forward, losing oxygen as our seatbelts held us back. The two in the front were fine, but we were taking a beating. Our conversation was more grunts than actual talking. We started coming down Namjoon's street and I noticed three people walking in the same direction. They were close to Namjoon's house and that's when Jungkook got excited. It was our leader with Hoseok and (F/n). They all had bags in their hands. Once the truck slowed down, they all looked at the truck curiously. Immediately, my eyes connected with (F/n)'s as the truck came to a stop.
Reader's P.O.V.
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Namjoon and Hoseok brought you along to some messed up gang activity. They told you to wait outside the guy's house as they did who knows what. They invited you but were still very secretive about their actions. The most you got was Hoseok asking 'broken?' and Namjoon replying 'easy'. Whatever that meant, you weren't so sure you wanted to know. After their job was done, the three of you went to a store. The two boys immediately went to check out the hair dye aisle. They chose the colors they wanted, and you grabbed the ones you remembered the first years mentioning. If they didn't want to change their hair color anymore then that's okay.
Today has been fun with the second years. You never really got to spend time alone with them. Now you could confidently say that they were your friends without feeling unsure. Saying the first years were your friends was easy, but the others got a little complicated. They were friendly to you and that's as much as you had. Namjoon and Hoseok were the closest of friends so it was really nice that they didn't mind having you around. It felt super cool hanging out with them. The three of you were chatting like longtime friends together as you walked over to Namjoon's house. Behind you guys, you could hear a car's engine revving. The tires began to slowly scrape against the asphalt which caught everyone's attention. Everybody looked up to see a black truck slow down. It took you a few seconds to realize who it belonged to. Next thing you know, you were staring back at Jimin with a smile.
"The kids are here!" Hoseok laughed as Namjoon sighed.
"I had the day off today." The purple hair groaned. Seokjin turned off the car and everybody jumped out.
The older members had serious expressions while Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin looked excited to see you. They rushed over to see what was in the bags and got excited to see hair dye. It made you happy to have them gushing over the colors. Jimin got excited to see blonde, Jungkook liked the idea of going for a lighter brown, and Taehyung was set on making his hair grey again. Hoseok came over to the young ones, making sure to call dibs on the color red. Namjoon wanted pink. It was already so cute to see them excited over colors. You knew they would all pull it off. Yoongi raised his head, seeing the members holding boxes of hair dye.
"Did you get blue?" Yoongi asked and Hoseok nodded. "Mine."
"I'm staying with black." Seokjin shrugged.
"So, what's with the home visit?" Namjoon asked. We were all standing in front of his home, but he refused to go inside. His Mom was probably inside. You realized something about the gang had to be urgent enough to come to Namjoon about it.
"Ugh, these guys I used to know made a gang. They decided to make the place across from the warehouse their hide out." Yoongi scratched his chin. Namjoon took in a deep breath, thinking over the situation.
"Not a problem," Namjoon concluded. The young members stopped talking about hair dye and stared in shock at their leader. "We're not gonna fight about territory. As long as they stay out of our way then we're good."
"Namjoon hyung, they have guns." Jimin walked over to Namjoon with a quiet voice. Your eyes widened at the mention of such a weapon. Taehyung frowned while Jungkook nodded. Hoseok raised his brows and looked at Namjoon again for a new answer. This had a high chance of becoming a problem.
"...We're not that violent of a gang. We'll defend ourselves if we have to, but for now just stay wary of them," Namjoon ordered. Everyone nodded whether they agreed with his approach or not. Taehyung didn't seem so happy about a gun being across from the warehouse.
"Can we get guns?" Jungkook asked. You almost screamed 'what!?' out loud as your jaw dropped. One moment he's doing steroids and the next he thinks he's ready enough to hold a gun? He was still dealing with symptoms! Jungkook's acne had disappeared and he looked physically better, but that wasn't the case. He was still a bit weak and his stomach had issues at times.
"Look Jungkook, I don't think you're ready for something like that. You're still recovering." Namjoon rested his hand on the youngest's shoulders.
"I know, but I can't defend us with fists when they got bullets." Jungkook frowned. The older members agree with Namjoon's approach to this. Jungkook still needed some maturing to go through to see their point of view on things.
"We got knives. That's enough for now, but you told me you preferred to fight with your bare hands." Namjoon crossed his arms. "I know guns are intimidating, but I don't think so. I'll think about getting guns."
"I know a guy," Yoongi quickly added. Jungkook began to smile as Namjoon let out another sigh.
"Doesn't mean we will." Namjoon made it clear and Jungkook said he understood. The gang got closer together, whispering things about what had happened earlier at the warehouse. It made you happy to have stayed the night here instead of over there. You did wish to know what fully happened at the warehouse. They only mentioned new gang and guns and you hated what your imagination was coming up with. Eventually, Namjoon raised his head from the huddled group to look over at you. His bit his lip before making his decision. "Seokjin, drive (F/n) home."
"Already?" You furrowed your brows.
"We'll talk more later. You should go home now." Namjoon pursed his lips as Seokjin twirled his keys. The black-haired male mouthed a 'c'mon' as he nudged his head towards the direction of the truck.
Letting out a heavy sigh, you hugged all the boy's goodbye except for Yoongi. You were about to until he gave you a cold look and you remembered last night. Giving him a quick glare, you hurried off into the passenger's seat. They all waved at you as Seokjin pressed on the pedal. Yoongi didn't bother to turn around to watch you leave. You would have imagined the stunt he pulled affected the group, but they have other things on their minds. A new gang is causing trouble. Hopefully, they don't do any harm to the boys. Especially to the warehouse. It means a lot to Taehyung and you've grown a strong liking to the place too.
The ride home wasn't too long. By the time you arrived at your apartment, the sun was already setting. Seokjin and you didn't talk too much during the car ride. He was mainly focusing on the road. He must have been thinking about the new gang too. It felt like drama wouldn't stop coming into your life. The friends you made seemed to bring it around with them and it was problematic, but you wanted to stay by their sides. It was egotistical to think so, but you felt like some of the members have grown dependent on your presence. You knew for sure that you've grown dependent on them. Not for car rides, places to stay when you've had a fight, or protection against crazy people. You needed them for the silly conversations, their smiles, and the care they gave you.
"Apologize to your sister. I know you probably have good reasons to be upset with her but do it." Seokjin grabbed your hand after you unbuckled yourself.
"What?" You broke out of your thoughts. "How did yoâ?"
"I over heard you talk to Yoongi, didn't I? Now do as I say and go apologize. Trust me." Seokjin squeezed your hand.
"Fine...only because it's you." You giggled. He grinned and raised your hand to his lips. He kissed the back of your hand like it was nothing. Your face heated up from his actions.
"And tell me if Yoongi ever gives you another problem. I'll make him listen." He winked as you silently nodded. Seokjin rolled his eyes, unsatisfied by the little nod. "Come on. Say, 'You're my hero, Seokjin oppa!'" He said, proud of himself for making his voice higher for your lines.
"No way!" You hopped out of the car. Gosh, you must look like a tomato. He was so bold! Seokjin pouted as you came around to his side. "Thank you for the ride."
"Oppa~?" He leaned in close to your face.
"No!" You squealed, running up the stairs to your apartment. Seokjin only gave you an amused smirk at your reaction. He knew you wouldn't call him oppa. That was way too embarrassing. He waved goodbye and drove off. You were still thankful that he had your back. You just hoped they wouldn't turn on Yoongi since they've known him longer. 'See!' You thought to yourself, 'I'm kind to you, Yoongi'.
Entering the apartment, you made sure to call your sister's name. She wasn't here. It was to be expected but you just wanted to make sure. She did appear randomly after the fight happened. You'd rather have her know about the fight than you being friends with gangsters. Putting on your slippers, you hurried off into your room to pull a piece of paper out. Hyosung won't arrive home until midnight, so you decided to write her a note. If you wrote her a note, it'd be easier to get all of your thoughts out onto the paper. You wouldn't be interrupted, and you'd be able to get everything out. Seokjin would be proud.
Once you finished the long epistle, you brought it over to her room. She didn't mind you entering your room which you always found interesting. Her room was plain with not many decorations on the walls or items around. If someone walked into your room, they'd probably be able to figure out who you are as a person. Hyosung had nothing to hide. Setting down the letter on her bed, you quickly walked out of her room and closed the door. This way she'll read the letter on her time and hopefully it can open the door for the two of you to make up. You didn't want to continue this fight with her, so this was in your best interest.
Slipping into your room, you jumped onto your bed to call it a night. It was a calmer day today. A lot more relaxing then watching a drug deal, getting in a fight, and finding out who spread those rumors about you. Life could be so draining sometimes. You closed your eyes and slept through the night. It was the best sleep you had in weeks. When you woke up, you were getting ready for school right away. Uniform on? Check. Breakfast? You exited your room to spot something on the table. Curiously walking over to the item, it was a plate of food that was wrapped with cellophane. On it was a yellow sticky note with pink ink. Plucking it off the food, you read it and felt the corners of your lips lift up.
'I accept your apology and want your forgiveness too. Here's breakfast to let you know that I will change,' it read. It meant a lot to you. Looks like you'll be making her dinner to let her know you accept her apology too.