Mafia Party

                                    

                                          
BARK BARK BARK MIN YOONGI WOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK AWOOOOOO *HOWLS* BARK BARK
        Hoseok pretends to be fine with everything happening. 
He went to the bathroom only to come out to see Jimin, Y/n, Ariel, and Yoongi all here. Taehyung's behind him; he went to the bathroom with him to get a feel for the hotel room, and this is what they came back to. 
Hoseok steps forward and observes Jimin's bouncing leg as he sits on the edge of the bed. Ariel's leaning against the door, eyeing Yoongi and Y/n. He wonders why she'd be cautious about two of the three people who practically are her guardians, but he knows why deep down. She trusts Jimin more than them, and now, Jimin doesn't trust them. Poor kid's probably scarred.
        "You want us... to go to a party?" Y/n asks, Jimin running a hand through his hair.
        "I know you don't trust me, but we have two options. Sit here and get our asses blasted inside out by the leader of the damn Underworld, or we go straight to her where she least expects it," he says.
        "Jimin, I do trust you, but I don't think this is a good idea."
        "And not telling me Yoongi's secret was?"
        "Come on, let's not do this now."
        "Then when are we gonna do it, huh? Let's address the elephant in the room, shall we? I gave my life away to your mafia, we dated for years, we've known each other for five years. You've seen me at my lowest, my absolute lowest, and after all that, you still chose to protect the man you hated over me."
        "I agree with you, Jimin," Hoseok says, stepping forward. "I think at least one of us should have told you. I'm sorry it wasn't me. But right now, as much as I hate to say it, we need to worry about our plan. Let's fight and argue later. We're in London to take down the mafia, let's do it, yeah?"
        "There's three of you and countless of them," Jimin says, abruptly standing and taking Ariel's hand. "Forget it. I don't know why I'm even helping you anymore."
        When he goes to leave, Y/n can't let him. "Because deep down you still love us." He freezes by the door, Y/n nearly out of breath. "We're your family."
        There's silence for several moments, Jimin opening the door before peeking at her from over his shoulder. "That's exactly why it hurts so bad." And then, he's gone.
        The door shuts, leaving the four of them alone. "What did he even say?" Hoseok asks.
        Y/n rests herself on her bed, the mattress creaking beneath her. "There's a mafia party once a year in London; it's for the High Council and their inner circle. It's like a massive meeting, but it has music and expensive food too. It always happens around this time, normally two days from now. Jimin suggested going and infiltrating the event."
        "Does he know where the party is?"
        "It's the same place every year, but there's so much security it'd be suicide trying to get in." 
        "With all due respect ma'am, Jimin wouldn't have suggested it if he didn't have a way to get in. Emotionally distressed or not, he knows what he's doing," Hoseok replies, crossing his arms over his chest. "I remember researching Madam Avasa and finding out about that party. It's huge for the High Council. Literally a mafia party disguised as a concert so the general public doesn't get suspicious. There's gotta be a way in. Underground tunnels, sewers, balconies - something."
        "It's an outdoor party, a huge fucking concert. It's informal but formal at the same time. It's kind of trippy," Y/n says, Hoseok agreeing.
        "There's always back entrances. There's gotta be a way. I'll talk to Jimin, we'll do some research and find this venue."