chapter nine, one bullet, maybe two.
JUNE EIGHTEENTH, TWO THOUSAND FIFTEEN ;
( the night sirens didn't sound the same. )

time moved slow as the car pulled to a stop. taehyung's eyes raced back and forth, his veins boiling red instead of staying the soothing blue under his tan complexion, as yoongi looked back into the rearview mirror. his eyes squinted only slightly as his lips pulled into a smirk, making direct eye contact with the boy between his other members. "i'm going to tell you the plan and i'm only going to tell you it once, if you mess up," he sighed, dropping the eye contact before moving his focus back to the fuming boy, "well, it's not going to only be two dead tonight, and i swear to god if i have to waste a bullet on someone as worthless as you," his voice began to grow louder, his hands forming fists in his lap. the driver looked over at yoongi, connecting his eyebrows together in disgust. "why don't you stop getting fucking distracted and tell him his mission before i do it myself?" yoongi's head snapped towards the nameless man, his eyes widening, "i have other places to be, other things to take care of. i can't be stuck here waiting for your asses all night," yoongi's nostrils flared open, his breathing heavy before he jumped to his knees, facing his chest towards taehyung. taehyung moved only slightly, flinching as a gun was raised from the passenger seat, visible now to everyone who sat in the back.

"there's a couple, rich, mr. and mrs. happy-go-luckies. to cut it short, we found the code to the safe they hold in the backroom, behind this fucking movie like bookshelf, and we are getting the money tonight," taehyung's facial expression changed, afraid to confused, "now, why the fuck did we bother with you if we already have enough of us to handle two people? good question, here's your answer. if they are to catch us, you shoot. you kill, they're found dead, it's not on us, it's on you. if i have to tell you once to shoot your fucking gun, i'm going to make sure a bullet makes a hole itself through the middle of your forehead," yoongi reached over the seat, tapping the end of the gun to space between taehyung's brows. yoongi's cheeks became round as a sly smile grew on his face, "what are the numbers?"

"what?" taehyung snapped back, not being able to remember the significant numbers he had been given earlier. yoongi threw his head back, snickering to himself sarcastically, before throwing his stare back at him, "what are the fucking numbers, don't make me ask again," taehyung's hands shook quietly in his lap, the space between him and the two guys beside him grew tighter, "851212 919 85185," he hesitated between numbers, each time his mouth opened, his heart would skip a beat. "what a genius!" yoongi screamed, causing taehyung to jump in fear of not knowing whether he had gotten the sequence right, "i'm proud of you boy, oh, do you understand just how happy you just made papa?" the driver rolled his eyes, resting his chin in his hand as he stared out to the mansion they were about to invade. "make me even happier, will you?" yoongi tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows scrunching up as his eyes got bigger. taehyung pressed his tongue against the interior of his cheek, the bitten up cushion not giving him the comfort that he needed. "will you?" yoongi threw himself forward, the distance between them smaller than it had been since they had left the alley way. taehyung nodded his head slowly, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed roughly. "use your words, boy!" yoongi yelled, his spit landing on the tip of taehyung's nose. "yes," he stuttered, "yes, i will."

yoongi looked at the two bigger men that sat next to taehyung, his tongue gliding across his front teeth before backing up. he kicked open the glovebox, pulling out more handguns. he tossed one to the driver before hopping out of the car. the rest of the gang followed, swinging their metal bats and weapons around their shoulders while two others grabbed taehyung from the uneasiness of his seat and out of the car. "he's good to go, boys," yoongi looked up at them as they nodded, releasing their tight grips on his arms and grabbing their own use of defense out of the trunk. yoongi took a handgun and pressed it to taehyung's chest while taehyung was too busy analyzing the ak-74 that was handed to yoongi by one of the other members. "i tell you to shoot, you-" taehyung crawled his hand up to the gun, gripping it in his hand without breaking eye contact with yoongi, "i shoot," yoongi's brow jumped, a proud look on his face. "good, you learned how to use your words," he wrapped his finger around the trigger, his stare at taehyung dropping slightly, "just watch when you use them."

"let's go, boys!" yoongi shouted as he pushed taehyung forward to lead. quickly, they all trailed behind the young boy whose heart was beating roughly against the cage he held it in. he barely felt like he could breathe with how fast it continued to beat, but each step lead them closer to the front door, and at this point, there was no way he could back out. within seconds, he began to plan out what offered him the best solution, one where he didn't have to wrap his finger around the trigger. it all came down to the quieter, the better.

"hey, not so fast," yoongi interrupted his trail of thoughts as he unconsciously reached for the front door. yoongi gripped taehyung's forearm, pulling him back as he proceeded the boy's actions. opening the door only slightly, he slithered his way through the small opening. taehyung could only here a few footsteps from where he stood with the sudden noise of buttons being pressed before, "alarm off," echoed outdoors. it was a few seconds of silence followed afterwards, eating away at taehyung's eardrums as the bigger men stood behind him menacingly.

suddenly, yoongi's head popped out between the crack of the door. "here's yoongi," he smiled widely, only half his gun being shown off. he laughed afterwards, throwing his head back once again as he swung the doors open. taehyung's eyes grew as his laugh bounced off the walls, travelling up the double staircases. "we're ready to play a little game tonight!" yoongi shouted, "come on out, you fuckers!" he fired off his gun, the bullets hitting the ceiling and making distinct holes. taehyung stood frozen before a guy pushed him forward, one who had wrapped half his face with a bandana.

his mind ran blank as he watched yoongi twirl under the chandelier, the rest of his gang stomping up the stairs in search for the couple. "la da dee, la da doo," yoongi sang to himself, beginning to skip towards taehyung, "this is only a game for two," he laughed loudly before snapping his head in the direction of the dining room. he galloped his way to the room, grabbing two chairs and sliding them out beneath the chandelier he had just been dancing under. it wasn't long until taehyung heard screaming, a guy pleading for his life. "let's go, you bastard!" the demands could be heard from all the way down the stairs, the house a lot more echoie than taehyung could imagine. yoongi began to tap his foot, looking at his wrist as if there was a watch there. "one thing you'd like to know," yoongi's voice got louder as he finished his statement for the victims screaming had grown to a strong intensity when they were being pushed to go down the stairs. "i don't like wasting time," yoongi spun around, firing off his gun once again, the empty bullet shells bouncing off the marble ground.

"welcome, oh welcome, welcome," yoongi greeted them, their eyes wide in fear as they were tied to the chairs that sat back to back. the girl continued to scream, trying to wiggle free from the rope that was beginning to dig into her porcelain skin. "oh my god, someone shut the bitch up before i do it myself," the man, who had pushed taehyung forward earlier, untied his bandana and stuffed it into her mouth, but it didn't stop her tears from creating rivers down her cheeks. "ah, that's better, now-" taehyung's anger pushed his words from the back of his throat until he began to shout them, interrupting yoongi, "i thought you said we were coming to get money?"

yoongi blinked a few times, in disbelief that he had got interrupted for the second time by taehyung. "what did i say about interrupting me?" yoongi pointed the end of his gun toward him, who still stood frozen by the open doors. his nostrils flared and his knuckles began to fade to pure white as he tightened his grip around the handgun, but this time he kept his mouth shut. "thanks, i appreciate it," yoongi rolled his eyes before turning back to the victims, "you're gonna have to accept my apology, i got one in training over there and he is one dumb piece of shit," he licked his lips, rubbing his thumb against the exterior of the gun he held. "dumbass, over here," yoongi kept his back to the boy as taehyung hesitated, but continued to take steady steps closer to the hopeless victims. "remember what i told you earlier?" he muttered as taehyung stood next to him, his body feeling empty as he stared at the scene before him. "i'm not gonna make you do much, boy. the pleasure of torture is something you're gonna have to earn, but for now, shoot them."

taehyung froze, his breathing coming to a halt as he repeated the words in his head. "please," he began to plead, sounding almost like the victims himself, "please don't make me," yoongi looked confused, shaking his head as he took a step back to examine the boy. "where is the man that told me earlier that he was gonna make me proud?" taehyung's chin began to indent as he frowned, his eyes filling with an ocean as guilt ate away at him. "what are the numbers?" yoongi yelled, his question going through one ear and out the other as taehyung tried to find a way out of this nightmare. suddenly, the gun was pressed to his head and the member that stood on the other side of the chair tightened his grip around the handle of his baseball bat, "what are the motherfucking numbers?"

"851212 919 85185," he muttered through his sobs, trying to keep his composure, but could only feel the weight of the situation bury itself deeper into his shoulders. "now, fucking shoot," yoongi said through gritted teeth, his face burning red as his anger began to fuel him. taehyung's hand began to shake as it rose to the man's head, "i will put a bullet through your skull right here, right now if there isn't one through his head in the next second," taehyung's teeth chattered slightly, wanting to beg and plead more but instead continued to press the end of his handgun to the innocent man's forehead. his index finger wrapped around the trigger, his eyes meeting the strangers. he tilted his head, wanting to apologize but finding no time to as he closed his eyes tightly, his damp eyelashes brushing against his cheeks as he pulled down on the trigger. the loud bang, the girl beginning to scream through the bandana, yoongi laughing; taehyung's ears rang loudly, his heart sinking to the void in his chest.

sirens began to sound off, the bright lights of red and blue began to flash down the road. "fuck," yoongi shouted, his front teeth digging into his front lip as taehyung fell to his knees. "i guess i'll finish off the job," yoongi turned to the girl, firing off two bullets into her skull as if she was nothing. the blood sprayed across the marble floor, making its way to taehyung's knuckles. the members of daegu six began to leave the house in a hurry, grabbing valuable stuff as they left. yoongi turned to face taehyung as he began to walk away, waving a farewell. "i'll see you on the other side, soldier," he saluted off to him, snickering to himself before fleeing the scene.

the cops found taehyung covered in the victim's blood and his own tears, wishing he had the courage of killing himself before the day had even begun.

who did it?
( ur hoe is finally back
with ur fave psychopaths. )

unedited.