(Jungkook's POV, a bit earlier)

"So you're telling me, Taehyung sold drugs, guns, and other weapons with Yoongi for three years?"

"Yeah that's the short version. Whenever Yoongi was caught Tae would cover for him. But I'm only telling you this because I think he's doing another job." Jimin explained, my eyebrows furrowing.

"That's crazy." He must be lying, I know Yoongi's in some illegal businesses but Taehyung? "And why would he take another job?" I asked, not really believing any of this.

"Because Yoongi's manipulative. When Taehyung's family kicked him out they cut him off in every way possible. He was a 15 year old with no one. Yoongi made him feel wanted, so Taehyung did everything for him. And I know you don't believe me." Jimin pulled his phone out and handed it to me.

"What the hell? Is this fake?" I tried to control my breathing as Jimin shook his head. It was a mug shot of Taehyung. I didn't recognize him at first without his red hair, and he was a few years younger but it was definitely him.

"The gang Yoongi's with is powerful, Taehyung didn't have to serve real time but he could've. Since then Taehyung's completely detached himself from that lifestyle but I think he may be sucked back in."

"Jimin I-" I sighed into my hand, I don't know what to think. What did he want from me. "Let's say everything you said is true...what do I do? What do you want from me-"

"You love him right? Well then help me stop him."

(Jimin's POV)

I drove as fast as I could without a cop being called. Jungkook was asking a thousand questions per minute which made sense as I believe he's on the verge on an information meltdown.

"How do you know all this, are you in the gang too?"

"No, Taehyung's told me." I glanced at him to see a somber look on his face. "He probably didn't tell you because he didn't want that to be all you saw in him. He was only using the cards dealt to him, he's not a bad guy." I explained quickly.

"I know that." He mumbled and I was slightly relieved. He didn't seem to hold any judgment against Taehyung, but definitely against Yoongi.

"How could you use a 15 year old like that?! And when he's the most vulnerable!" He huffed, anger apparent in his tone. He gasped suddenly, "Hoseok!"

"Who?"

"The boy who was with me when you came, he's dating Yoongi." And as if all my work in getting him to calm down, disappeared. He was panicking again.

"Focus on one problem at a time. Our goal right now is to make sure Taehyung doesn't do anything illegal." I sped past a red light, I'd worry about that ticket later.

We eventually made it to Taehyung's house.

"Dammit!" His car wasn't there.

"Where did they usually go before a 'job' to get the...drugs and stuff." Jungkook obviously wasn't quite comfortable but it was understandable. I thought for a moment. Back to when Taehyung told me about all of it.

"Jungkook you're a genius!"

(Taehyung POV)

I instinctively looked around as we pulled up to the warehouse. My heart beating fast in my chest.

"What's so important about these clients." I asked, feeling as if I'm about to throw up. I hate this, why am I here? Why couldn't I say no to Yoongi, why did he still hold power over me-

"They're from an opposing gang, I needed more than one person because they might pull something. And you know I don't trust many people." Yoongi looked at me, signaling that I was one of the few people he trusted. "They'll be here in about 20 minuets, we need to go make sure everything's there."

"Fine." I replied as Yoongi removed the keys and made a move to get out of the car. "Wait."

He paused

"I'm serious about this being the last one Yoongi. Never again." I spoke with as much confidence as I could muster. He nodded in understanding but I wasn't done. "I know you don't like doing this either...you can-"

"I can't just leave a gang Taehyung." He spat, softening when he saw my flinch. "The only reason they let you is because I fought for you, I had information that couldn't get out, and I threatened to reveal it. They couldn't kill me because I was irreplaceable, but it's not like back then."

"Why isn't it?" I know he hates this lifestyle as much as I do.

"They have more connections, I'm replaceable, they'll kill me." He whispered, the unspoken words floating in the air.

'He can't ever leave'

"Let's just get this job done, I promise you won't have to see me ever again."

"Except that you're kind of my boss. Oh and my boyfriends best friends boyfriend." I smiled weakly when he snickered. The tension leaving for a moment.

"True, but just so you know...I'm different now." Yoongi looked at me, looking completely vulnerable. "I don't take advantage of people, I know what I did to you was horrible. I promised myself I wouldn't ever do that to anyone else."

"Good, now lets do this."

***

"They should be here any minute." Yoongi warned handing me a small pistol. "For protection." I nodded putting it in the back of my jeans, making sure my shirt covered it.

This must be serious, Yoongi only gave me a gun for 2 jobs before, when they were with gang leaders. I double checked the crates, 8 boxes, 4 of which held street narcotics, 2 of which held pistols that looked a lot like the one I had in my pants. 1 with sniper rifles, 1 with various other handheld weapons with low range.

"I think I hear them." Yoongi caught my attention as I turned towards the warehouse doors. I flinched as I heard him prepare his gun 'just in case.' I placed my hand on the back of my jeans were mine stayed as the doors slid open.

"What the fuck." Yoongi groaned as my eyes widened.

"What the hell are you two doing here?!"