You froze in place. One foot in the door, while your hand still twisted the knob. You noticed a wire coming from your door knob. You followed the intricate trap set before you to only see it all connected to a handmade bomb packed with C4. . You were careless. With the emotional rollercoaster you had just went through, your instincts and wits had begun to dull. You could feel small beads of sweat build up on your forehead. You knew the moment you loosened the grip on the knob, you and the rest of this floor would be sent sky high. The strain in your wrist and fingers from maintaining a statue-like position, however, was making the task of remaining still fairly difficult.

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” Himchan growled as he examined the bomb resting in plain view in your living room. How could he be so stupid? How could he let you be in harms way again? A thousands thoughts ran through his mind. Who did this? The Black Scorpios were eliminated….his thoughts then trailed to the small remainder of the Emperor Dragons. He glared at the contraption. The Emperor Dragons weren’t known for making bombs though. They were more of the rain of bullets type of people. But he supposed that an old dogs could learn new tricks.

“Himchan, calm down…” You tried to keep your voice steady. All your nerves were shot up in attention. You were scared. No doubt about it, but there was no point in you panicking or Himchan panicking. First objective was to get that bomb out of your damn home!

“I’m sorry, Y/N…” He let out a deep breath, bringing his heighten nerves back to ground zero. “I’m sorry…I should have…I was suppose to protect you…” He cupped the side of your face gently.

A small smile spread across your face as you nuzzled into Himchan’s hand. Himchan had pure intentions. For a gang boss he had so much and love for those he cared about. It was so easy to forget that he was the mastermind of some of the biggest heist of this town. There was a sense of ease about him. Comfort. Like you could pour your soul out to him and he would simply pull you into a hug and embrace every broken piece of you. This sense of trust and confidentiality was something you hadn’t built with another human being in quite awhile.

“It’s okay Himchan…we both should have known better.” Your smile brought a sense of ease to Himchan. He didn’t know how you didn’t. How in one moment you could have his sense of high alert, sporadic, and in the next moment he felt that everything could be alright. He could be on fire right now, but your words alone could make him feel assured that he was going to be okay.

Himchan gave you a slight nod and a small smile, a hint that he understood your words. “I’ll get you out of here…”

He took a peek into your living room, scanning the surroundings in order to ensure that there no other immediate dangers present. After he convinced himself that there was nothing in the room that could harm you, he cautiously trudged through the living room until he reached the homemade device. He analyzed the bomb before him, gingerly picking up a few wires in order to get a better understanding about how the device worked. He had seen quite a few bombs in his days, but nothing quite like this. It was too elaborate for even the Emperor Dragons to conjure up. There didn’t seem to be a single wire that would deactivate the bomb. And based on the design, any slightly movement of the device itself would activate the bomb.

Himchan let out a frustrated groan as he ran his fingers through his hair. He didn’t have time to mess around. Didn’t have time to be incompetent. Didn’t have time face his inadequacies. He clenched his fist tightly, the white of his knuckles revealing themselves. Memories that he wished never existed poured into his mind. Memories he thought he was over with. Memories that he thought he outgrew.

“Move you little piece of .” Himchan’s ‘father’ growled as he pushed Himchan aside. His small frame hitting the wooden floor in a thud.

Himchan furrowed his eyebrows, but kept his mouth shut. He knew if he said anything, even looked his ‘father’ in the eye, he would get a beating. Sometimes Himchan wondered if the man before him was really his father. He never received a loving touch from the man. Wise words from a father. Caring hugs from a parent. Those traits seemed to be non-existent in their father/son relationship. No matter what Himchan did. No matter what he said. He would always be seen as a son of a that his father knocked up.

“Useless, mutt. Don’t do anything and walking round here wasting space,” His father spat, before glaring down at Himchan. Inadvertently, Himchan returned the glare, causing the flames of his ‘father’s’ rage to burn. “You glaring at me, you mutt!?” His father raised his fist to give Himchan the usual punishment.

“Woo-jin!” A booming voice echoed through the thin paper walls. A chiseled, well-groomed man wearing a padded kimono trotted down the hallway, a glare plastered at his face as he stared Himchan’s ‘father’ down.

“B-Boss…” Himchan’s father lowered his fist, his aggressive fire now waned to a flicker.

“Go talk to Michael about collecting some dues. It seems that the gangs down south haven’t paid back their debts yet.” The man nudged his head to the side, signalling for Himchan’s father to get out of his sight.

“O-Of course…” Himchan’s father mumbled before scurrying off to do the task at hand.

The man sighed and shook his head in dismay before coming up beside Himchan, squatting down so that he and the 6 year old boy were at the same height. Himchan instinctively flinched back, knowing that the man before him had power and influence. The man simply smiled and ruffled Himchan’s hair, assuring Himchan that he intended no harm towards him.

“Don’t listen to your father’s words. Everyone has a purpose in life. It doesn’t matter who you were born to. Whether you be a son of a rich man or a ,” The man chuckled as he gently picked up Himchan, carrying the him and smiling at him as if Himchan was his own son. “You’re a bright boy. I’ve seen you help the rest of the men with ever you can. You’re a fast learner so don’t worry about the weakness your father spouts at you. You’ll overcome them.”

Himchan took a deep breathe. This moment was simply one of those weakness in his life. He just simply needed to overcome them. Not only for his sake. But for your sake. He grabbed his phone from his pocket, deciding that it was better to call someone more experienced in bombs and explosions than he was.

“Yongguk, I need you to get to Y/N’s apartment now.” Himchan tried to keep his voice steady. Calm. The last thing he wanted was to get the other members riled up. He glanced over his shoulder to see you standing there, as still as a statue. When you met his eye, you gave him a slight smile to assure him that you were fine, though you could barely feel your arm at the moment.

“Huh? What happened to Y/N?” Daehyun voice was filled with concern. Himchan let out a small curse at himself. He had forgotten that he set his phone calls to group chat to increase the efficiency of communicating information.

“It’s nothing.” Himchan slightly growled in the phone, warning the rest of the members that they shouldn’t venture with the questions.

“Himchan…” Yongguk’s low voice echoed through Himchan’s ear, knowing something was wrong.

“We’re going there.” Youngjae spoke out, saying what was exactly on everyone’s mind.

“I said it’s nothing big! I just need Yongguk to come!” Himchan practically shouted into the phone.

“Himchan!” You shouted from your position, glaring at him to calm down. “There is no point in hiding or sugar coating the situation!”

“Y/N?” Zelo’s voice echoed through the room. “What the hell is going on!?”

Himchan let out an exhausted sigh. He was grateful for your action. He was getting riled up. Scared. Angry. Frustrated. A mixture that was toxic for a leader. “There is a bomb.”

The line went silent. Everyone comprehending the information that they just heard. “The rat’s don’t seem to give up.” Jongup broke the silence. His voice was slightly vicious and annoyed.

“Now we’re all coming for sure.” Daehyun noted.

“No! I told you guys that I just need Yongguk….I don’t want to drag you guys into this…” Himchan sighed. If he could he would rather the fatality only be him. If Yongguk couldn’t stop the bomb perhaps he could get you out of here in one piece. The idea of the rest of the gang coming here. His entire family in close enough proximity that they could be blown to bits. It sickened him.

“You should’ve thought of that 6 years ago.” Yongguk’s low chuckle filled Himchan’s ear as he and the rest of the members hanged up their phone. Only leaving Himchan to let out a huff of disbelief at s’ stubbornness and release a small chuckle.

“I knew you were a softie,” You chuckled as you watched the scene before you. “100% mom material.”

“You’re really chatty for someone who might be blown up anytime soon,” Himchan rolled his eyes as he came up to you, placing his hand on top of yours. “We can switch places, Y/N. If you can slip your hand off and-”

“Oh no you don’t. No one is playing the sacrificial hero here,” You gently took Himchan’s hand off of yours and gripped his tightly. “Who ever set this bomb clearly wants to get rid of me so this is my problem Himchan. And I refuse to let someone die for me.”

“You are too damn stubborn sometimes…” Himchan couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief. He couldn’t win with you. You truly were one hell of a woman. That’s why he was so scared of losing you.

“I heard it could be quite endearing.” You smirked.

“Your husband has extremely weird taste,” He smiled. Though the word ‘husband’ still felt bitter on his tongue, he enjoyed the atmosphere the two of you had made during this time of terror. It was the one he felt comfortable with. That he could be himself with. Not pretend to be this mature, cold leader. To be this confident, all-knowing leader. Just him. And hell he would he destroy this atmosphere over petty jealousy. “But I guess that makes my taste weird too.”

Your eyes opened wide for a moment, understanding the implications to his words. But were you ready for them? You didn’t know. Whether it was the adrenaline running through both of your veins by being so close to death or his true feelings. You didn’t know. If his words were true. The emotions real. You opened your mouth for a moment, preparing to say something. Anything.

“Himchan.” Yongguk and Zelo quickly appeared around the corner of the hallway, the breathes haggard from running. Soon Jongup, Daehyun, and Zelo followed.

“Hey there boys.” You nonchalantly waved at the boys.

“Are you okay?” Daehyun came beside you, scanning your frame to make sure you were all in one peace.

“I’m fine…I’m actually surprisingly calm…or at least I’ve convinced myself that I am.” You flashed them a small smile.

“I haven’t seen a device like this anywhere…” Yongguk mumbled as he examined the device. “But I’m pretty sure there is a failsafe somewhere, just in case something goes wrong.”

“You think you can figure it out hyung?” Zelo peered closer to the machine, before glancing at Yongguk.

“Maybe…Just give me a sec.” Yongguk motioned for everyone to back up so that he could have more space to do his job. He examined every nook and cranny of the machine, making sure he didn’t miss anything. He noticed a single small wire on the bottom of the device. Yongguk gently tugged on the wire to see where it led to. It connected the C4 to the tripwire. Yongguk bit his lip, unsure of what he should do. If he cut this wire, there was a high chance that he could send everyone to their graves, but at the same time, there was a chance that it would deactivate the device completely. He glanced back to you and the rest of the members, looking for some semblance of an answer. Reassurance that his decision would be the right one.

You glanced at Himchan for a moment, trying to get a read from him. He looked at you, giving you a firm nod before returning his Yongguk and giving him the same message. Yongguk let out a sigh before a deep breathe as he grabbed a pair of wire cutters from his back pocket. He gingerly pulled the wire out enough for him to cut it. He gripped the wire cutters tightly before. Snip!

“God damn…” Youngjae let out the deep breathe that he held in.

“Well wasn’t that thrilling.” Jongup chuckled as he entered the apartment.

You released your grip from the doorknob, letting out the breath that you held in and shaking your sore arm. “I’m glad that was over…” You murmured, plopping yourself down on the couch. All the strength and courage from the adrenaline seemed to dissipate from your body.

“Good job, Guk,” Himchan patted his friend on his back, but Yongguk’s expression remained hardened. “What’s wrong?” Himchan raised an eyebrow.

“This is a dummy. A really elaborate one…” Yongguk mumbled as he dismantled the bomb. “We could have thrown it against the floor and it wouldn’t go off”

“What?” Himchan stared at his friend in disbelief. Who the hell would set this elaborate trap to just keep you all in one piece? A psychopath? He chewed his bottom lip trying to figure out what the actual hell was going on.

“It’s a warning…” Daehyun glared at the device before taking it from Yongguk’s hands and slamming it against the ground.

“From who?” Zelo glared at the device, kicking it aside.

“I could venture a few guesses.” Jongup chuckled, picking up the battered bomb and tossing it to Youngjae for further examination.

“Well we’ll deal with those guesses later,” Himchan ran his hand through his hair. “We need to get Y/N to a safe place.”

“Let’s take her back to our hideout. It’s the safest place we got.” Zelo noted, which Himchan agreed with. Their headquarters was a large abandoned mechanic shop that was left to rot while, but the boys had renovated it to be an adequate hideout.

“Do I get a say in this or do I just stand here and look pretty?” You glared at them. You didn’t like the idea that they were simply making plans without asking you. You had the girls to worry about. Le Noir to care about. You couldn’t simply abandon them.

“Y/N….” Himchan looked at you, almost pleading you to be complacent with their plan. Unfortunately you were not having it.

“I refuse to put my life on my pause because of some men who think they can have their way by playing these childish pranks…” You sighed, removing yourself from the couch. “The girls are in danger now…I can’t just disappear on them. And then Le Noir…I can’t abandon my home.” You massaged your temples trying to figure out what to do.

Himchan let out a sigh, knowing that when it came to the girls and Le Noir you wouldn’t falter for anyone. “Then at least for tonight. So we can at least figure out what to do.”

“Okay, but first thing tomorrow I’m going back to Le Noir,” You relaxed shoulders a bit, the tension leaving your body. “Can you all do me a favor and make sure that the girls don’t come into work tomorrow…”

“Of course.” Yongguk smiled as he gently placed a hand on your shoulder. You smiled at the boys. Who would have thought that you would have become so close to BAP of all groups. You didn’t want trouble. You wanted to live your life as peacefully as your occupation allowed you. But look at you now, fully thrown in a mess, but I ironically you didn’t hate it.

“Sorry about the blindfold…it’s a precaution” You could hear Himchan murmur as he gently squeezed your hand.

“It’s fine,” You chuckled. “This hasn’t been the first time I’ve blindfolded.” You smirked and cocked your eyebrow.

Zelo nearly spit out his water at your comment as Daehyun bursted out into laughter. Jongup had a sly smirk on his face. Weren’t you a puppet. Youngjae rolled his eyes at the boys’ immaturity though a blush was dusted on his cheeks. Yongguk couldn’t help but smirk while Himchan chuckled in disbelief. You were definitely a woman full of surprises. It was no surprise that they were so attracted to you, attached to you. You were a part of their world, but not. You were strong to handle your own, but soft enough to care for others. And you were y as hell.

“We’re here…” Zelo murmured, his face bright red. The hyungs chuckled at the sight of little lamb, causing the giant baby to growl at them as he helped you out of the car and remove your blindfold.

“What the hell happened…” Himchan growled, his fist were clenched tightly as he witness the wreckage in front of him. The garage to their hideout was wide opened, the inside looking like a tornado had gone through.

The rest of the boys followed suit examining the mess that was made. Files everywhere. Cabinets pried opened. Data files searched through. Their respective rooms tumbled through. Whoever trashed their hideout was very meticulous in their search. After examining the initial impact, they rushed to underground storage. They all raised an eyebrow when they saw all the guns they had stolen. The stacks of cash that they had received during their last heist. Some of the priceless art that they hadn’t sold off yet. Everything was left untouched. As if nobody ransacked their hideout.

Himchan furrowed his eyebrows. If this was simply a rival gang then they would have wiped them out clean. Why leave the guns, the money, and the art? Why just ransack the place? What were they looking for? And more importantly, how the hell did they find out about the hideout!? He quickly climbed up the stairs to find Youngjae fiddling through the files that were in disarray.

“They’re gone…” Youngjae mumbled as he angrily through the files down to the ground.

“What’s going on?” You looked around confused and lost. Explanations needed to be made. Now.

“Youngjae….what did they take…” Himchan tried to keep his voice as calm as he possibly could, but the anger that threatened to boil out was on the edge of overflow.

“The files that contained all the information about the Emperor Dragons other deals and INF,” Youngjae ran his fingers through his hair, aggravated at the current situation. “They’re all gone.”

“Damn it!” Himchan growled.

“But how would they have found this place…” You mumbled, trying to figure out how they could have even the decipher the location of BAP’s hideout. “And how did they know it was the perfect time to…” Your voice trailed off when you realized the answer to one of your many questions. “God Damn it!” You let out a frustrated growl causing Youngjae and Himchan to jump at your words.

“Y/N…” Himchan looked at you confused, his formerly hot temper going down to a simmer.

“I was the distraction….If it weren’t for me you guys would have stayed at the hideout…” You scratched your head vigorously. You were played. Used. Like a chess piece for someone’s sick game and it made you furious.

“Y/N, it’s not your fault…” Youngjae attempted to assure you, but your temper was becoming out of control.

“Tell that to your ransacked hideout,” You sighed. “I should have sent you away Himchan. If you didn’t walk me back to my place then the boys wouldn’t come and then…”

Himchan came over and squeezed your shoulder gently, attempting to assure you that you had  no fault in what occurred. “Listen, Adenium. I wanted to walk you home. Hell I would have done it whether you sent me away or not. This is not your fault.”

“Plus they didn’t stop us completely…” Youngjae shuffled in his back pocket, pulling out a usb. “I was able to copy half of the files to a digital copy. It’s not much, but it’s all we got.”

“That’s fine…” Himchan’s expression darkened. The rest of the boys coming up from the basement after accounting for everything. “We can just ask the Dragon Prince the rest,” Himchan grabbed his machine pistol from the mess of papers and files. “I’m getting tired of these ty games…”

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