When Namjoon hyung dismissed the meeting, I headed straight to the pool area to have some dip. Our mafia business has been a stress lately, I have no idea where the problem is coming from. I really think that we need to filter some people out, I saw the disappointment in Yoongi hyung's face earlier. But I know that Namjoon hyung is doing everything that he can for the business that our Dad left us. I remember Mom not wanting us to take part of the business, saying that we are too precious for it. But Dad wanted to have his way, and trained us even though Mom was against it. Later on, she just went with it, but constantly reminding us to always take care, and look out of each other while on the battle field, or anything related to our mafia group.

Dad's mafia empire is the strongest here in South Korea, he also has some groups in other parts of Asia. Dad says it been passed through generations of his family for a long time, and that they don't have any plans on stopping the legacy they created. We all know how Dad's family worked hard for what they have now.

Dad isn't always about the illegal side of money, the very reason why he told us to create our own business or be in some professional field, in that way, we'll still have some legal money. Mom wanted that for us too. They are the kindest people that I have met, along with the brothers that I got because of them. Dad may be serious on the mafia side, but he is a loving, and caring father to us. He loved our Mom so much, he did everything to protect her from his rivals. Until that ambush happened, and we lost them both.

I sighed before taking another lap on the pool. When I reached the other side, I was greeted with a feet. I looked up to see Jimin with a towel on his hand. He gave me a smile before he sat down on the side, dipping his legs. I pulled myself up, and sat beside him.

"Namjoon hyung already gave us a signal to go on the field tomorrow night." Jimin tells me.

"That's great then." I say. "You look.. tensed?" I questioned.

Jimin just shrugged.

"Are okay, Jimin-ah?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "Just thinking about some stuff."

"You wanna share?"

Silence dawned upon us as Jimin stared at the night sky.

"I went to HYBE with Yoongi hyung and Hobi hyung earlier."

"Oh. How did it go?"

"I danced." He looked at me with a small smile.

I always knew that Jimin's passion is into dancing. He talked about that once when we were in high school. I just didn't know why he didn't pursue it as an extra activity in school. Well, maybe because Dad was training us those years.

I gave Jimin a small smile. Wondering if we really deserve to do where our passion lies. The three of us are the bloodiest in our brotherhood, we have the most body count. There was a time where we killed for fun, where we wanted blood everywhere. Jimin, and I were trained in torturing people, to the point where they beg to be killed instead. I don't even know how Jimin, and I worked with that. We just did, and act like nothing happened. I'm just glad that we're not yet labelled as psychos.

"I always wanted to do art." I tell him. "I always wanted to visit some museums."

"Maybe we can go after our job tomorrow?"

"Jiminie, I don't think that we deserve life outside our danger box." I sighed. "I don't think that killers like me, like us, deserve anything good."

That's what I always have in the back of my head. That we don't deserve anything good, that our lives will always be tied at the dark side of the world.

"Taehyung, that's not true." Jimin placed a hand on my shoulder. "We may be torturers, but I know that we deserve something good, even just small things." He smiled. "I mean, have you seen our hyungs? Aren't they a good thing for us? The little moments we all had at the mansion's kitchen, those dinners, small talks, non stop laughing."

I smiled at those memories. Yes, our hyungs are good to us, they do everything to protect us, even at the battle field. But, I can't deny that sometimes, there is this void in my heart, and I don't know what will fill that.

My parents abandoned me, I can't remember where, but I remember being in the streets for months before our adoptive parents found me. They took me home, that's where I met my new brothers.

The next day, I woke up early, and headed to a near museum. I always admired art, I even have some paintings at my room. I rented the whole place for myself, I know it's a bit impulsive, but I don't mind paying for my peace of admiring the art all for myself.

I started at the painting gallery, staring at my favorite piece by by a local painter. I always find this piece relaxing, the color calms me down. I closed my eyes as I drown myself in visualizing the painting, how will it be in real life? Will it be as beautiful as this one?

The day went on as I admire each piece of art. Hoping that I can see other museums here in Korea.

I then headed to our warehouse where Jimin, and Jungkook are already waiting for me. We talked through the plan, and positions again. Our hyungs decided to be on watch through the cameras installed around the area, and the drones that they will set once the job starts.

The job is about to start when Yoongi hyung came in, all geared up with a gun in his hand.

"Hyung?" Jungkook questioned.

"Let's just finish this." Yoongi hyung commands, and we nod.

We took our places, and waited for the rats to come out. I can't wait to be in action, it's like my dark side has taken over again, the remorseless Kim Taehyung, aka V of the mafia world.

Later on, the rats that we're waiting for finally came in. I smirked as I watch them make they way to the back door, along with the traitor. Do they really think that they'll come out alive tonight?

I made my way down, excited for some action. I'm already thinking of how should I torture them, what device would be fun to use for tonight? I ran my tongue between my lips with the thoughts. After a few hops, we finally came face to face with the small gang, along with the traitor.

I stood side by side with Jimin, and Jungkook. I glared at the group in front of us. Really? You wanna fight us? We're the Kwon kids for fuck's sake. I mean, the G-Dragon trained us, and these rats dared to cross us? I scoffed at the thought.

"Let's just finish this." Jimin says. "I wanna go home, and eat some ramyeon."

"Oh, let's ask Jin hyung to cook some kimchi fried rice too!" Jungkook smiled, showing his bunny teeth that we all adore.

Right after that, gunshots echoed at the warehouse, and a few bodies dropped. We checked at them, to my dismay, they're all dead. I was really looking forward for some torturing tonight. I just sighed as we watch our men dispose of the bodies quickly.

"Why do they have to die quickly?" I whined. "I wanted to have some tortures, you know?" I turned to Jimin, and Jungkook.

"Yoongi hyung wanted to finish this quickly, remember?" Jungkook reminded me.

"Whatever." I turned my back to them really annoyed.

I removed my gears, and placed it on the trunk of the car. I took a deep breath before chugging the bottle of water.

"I already called Jin hyung, he promised us ramyeon, and kimchi fried rice at home." Jungkook says as him, and Jimin walk to me.

"Tae, there is one survivor from the gunshots." Jimin smirked. "I bet you wanna play him?" I showed them my boxy smile.

"You guys go ahead." I say, I'll have my fun first.

"We can wait." Jungkook says. "I'd love to hear some agonizing screams, it's music to my ears."

I then hopped back inside the warehouse, straight to the torture chamber that I asked for Namjoon hyung to add when the warehouse was being designed. We all have our own chambers in here.

Warning: a bit bloody, with specific details.

I entered the chamber, and the first thing I saw is a tied man in the middle of the room with the light above him. I smiled like a psycho at the view. He looks weak already, I think he'll pass out before I have my fun.

What's the better way to wake someone up? I grabbed a bucket of cold water, and splashed it to the man in front of me, then I realized that it was the traitor.

He looked up at me, fear evident in his eyes. I can see him trembling, maybe the water is that cold? I don't know, I don't care either.

I leaned forward to him. Our faces a bit close to my liking, but whatever.

"Do you really think that your betrayal will come a long way?" I ask in a low voice, my tone being really cold. "You messed with the wrong group, do you even use your brain? Do you even have one?"

"P-please.." He trembles. "I didn't mean to, boss!" He cried behind me.

I went to my cabinet to see what device would be fun to use tonight before I totally kill him. Since he is already drenched in cold water, I decided to go for electricity instead.

I saw the surprise in his eyes when he saw the electric rods in my hands.

"You should have known better, traitor." I say.

I watched him in terror as I slowly move the rods closer to his body. I am too much in my zone that his cries sounded like music. The rods touched his skin and I watched him convulse for a few seconds.

"P-please, stop! Please!" He cried when I pulled away the rods.

I placed down the rods, and went back to my cabinet. I want blood, I need blood in this floor right now. So I pulled out a dagger, grinning as it hits the light. Shiny, I thought.

"Please, don't kill me, sir." He cried when he saw the dagger.

I licked the dagger as I walk back to him. I scoffed at his begging, he should have thought about the consequences before betraying us. Yes, it might be a small gang, but it will be a big problem if we didn't see it right away.

I placed the dagger at his neck, and he gulped at the moment when the blade digs a little on his skin.

"We don't tolerate traitors in here." I whispered in his ears, as I slowly run the blade across his throat causing for him to whimper.

I continued the slow pace of slicing this throat, his gargling as music in my ears. I can feel the thick blood from his neck dripping down to my shoes, then at the floor. Bummer, why did I even wear Gucci shoes for a job?

I side my eyes, and I saw that I'm almost at the other side of his neck. That's when I slashed him in a blink, causing for him to gag, and spit blood that splat on my left ear, and my hair.

I pulled away as I watch the blood pour from his now deeply sliced throat, what a view. I wiped the blood from my ear, and hair. The fuck? I got a bit annoyed, causing for me to stab my dagger to the center of his head. I watched his lifeless eyes before his lid closes.

I moved away to admire the bloody art I just created. What a sight, I say as I took a photo from my phone. His head now hanging low, with my dagger still standing tall in the middle of his skull.

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Wow, Taehyung. Sorry I made his character like this lol.

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See ya!

RM x