I was in the mood. I have some days off, so I thought to surprise you all with an early chapter. Don't worry, another one is scheduled on Saturday as always, but we only have two more to go before the end, so get ready and I hope you will enjoy <3

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Yoongi was no stranger to pain and suffering, but this lasted for quite a while now. Jackson was insatiable and Yoongi's body ached everywhere. The obscene words Jackson was growling into his ears while thrusting into him were savage and even though, in agony, Yoongi still knew exactly how to push Jackson buttons the right way. He gritted his teeth, enduring, by now, the dull pain and gave, what he hoped, the most lustful moan he could muster. He could feel Jackson tensing behind him, not slowing down, but holding him even tighter by the hips. Yoongi did it again, painting, hoping that he sounds convincing enough like he is enjoying it. He had nothing to lose, he had to try something.

-''Oh, f-fuck...do not stop...fuck Jackson don't....fucking...stop...please.'' – Yoongi panted heavily, arching his ass to meet Jackson's thrusts. A sharp tug on his hair made his spine bend uncomfortably and he met Jackson lust-driven eyes.

-''What was that kitten?'' – Jackson asked, driving deeper into Yoongi with each snap of his hips.

-''I said fucking don't stop. It feels so good.'' – Yoongi breathed those words quickly, moaning for the effect. That just riled Jackson more.

-''Oh, you like that kitten, hmm? You like it when I fuck you?'' – The blond man growled, lips latching on Yoongi's neck, sucking on a bruise.

Yoongi hissed, his entire body aching and his mind screaming in alarm and pain, but he kept his lustful driven mask on and played along. It was his only chance.

-''It n-never felt so... fuck...so good, ah...f-faster... Please...''

-''Oh I love when you beg. Beg more Sugar.'' - He snapped his hips with every sentence. - ''Beg more.'' - Yoongi almost made a disgusting face.

-''Please...please fuck m-me ha...harder... I need it... I... I want it, please... please...''

Jackson's hips went wild and Yoongi opened his eyes wide, gasping for breath. Jackson wasn't bigger than V, but it was more ruthless, more savage. Yoongi felt him deep and raw, he was ripping him from inside, but he had to endure it, he just has to.

He scrunched his eyes and moaned loudly, tears sliding down his cheeks.

-''Are you crying Sugar?'' – Jackson tilted Yoongi's head slightly to look at his face. The harsh movement and Jackson were out of Yoongi and in front of him in a second. His hands cupped Yoongi's cheeks to raise his head and smear the tears into his skin.

-''My Sugar...how gorgeous you are when you are crying.'' – He said darkly. He gazed down on his cock which was covered in Yoongi's blood. – ''Look how tight you are Sugar, I made you bleed. Look at it kitten.'' – He pushed Yoongi's head down. Yoongi couldn't believe how much he has changed. How brutal and evil he became, it was all because of the magic and Yoongi hated it. Jackson, unaware of Yoongi's thoughts marvels at his broken figure, sneering. – ''No wonder you beg for more. My Sugar loves some pain. Did anyone fucked you this good Sugar, hmm?'' – He asked, tilting his head to meet Yoongi's eyes. Yoongi hanged weekly by his wrists, his legs barely held him up. Jackson, however, chuckled. – ''That pretty cocky little thing...'' – The image of Jimin flashed in Yoongi's mind and he bit his lips and whimpered from sadness. The sharp squeeze of his heart made his tears slid down his face faster. Jackson cooed. – ''Aaaw, did you have feelings for him Sugar? Does his death make you sad? Was his cock that small? Or did you fuck him?''

Yoongi wanted to lash at him, to spit him in the face and bite him, but his mind warned him to be calm no matter the emotional pain he felt. He has his memory of Jimin and their short time together, but he also knew that Jimin would approve of him doing whatever it takes to get out and help their friends.

-''I...w-was just....realizing just h-how... much I was lacking.'' – Yoongi said whimpering. – ''There w-was always s-something missing...I didn't know w-what it was....until now...'' – He raised his head towards Jackson again, his eyes pleading. – ''Please...f-fuck me...hard and deep...p-please...do not hold back.''

Yoongi hoped he was convincing enough and with the dark shift in Jackson's eyes he knew he was successful. Jackson smashed their lips together, hands sliding down Yoongi's body to pick him up by his hips and wrap them around his waist, before diving inside of him again. Yoongi's broken sobs were music to his ears. He couldn't get enough of the younger man.

-''I w-want...I want to t-touch you... please...'' – Yoongi tried, but Jackson just chuckled breathlessly and quicken his pace, hitting Yoongi's prostate with eerie precision each time. Yoongi was a sobbing mess, spilling his cum in high ropes all over their stomachs.

-''Damn kitten...you are...perfect...'' – Jackson growled and emptied his load inside Yoongi.

It took him a few minutes of hard breathing in the crook of Yoongi's neck for Jackson to pull out. He was no longer holding Yoongi, but more leaning on him. Yoongi's arms felt like they would be ripped off from the combined weight.

-''Dammit Sugar...'' – He stepped back, picking up a bottle of rum from his desk to take a huge gulp. He watched Yoongi hanging lifelessly. His pale body covered in sweat and his neck adorned with bruises.

-''I understand now why Seokjin took you away with him. You are perfect. That bastard always had an eye for pretty things, he took you away from me.'' – He left the bottle on the table and approached Yoongi in three large steps, cupping his face. – ''He took you away and I will never forgive him. I hate him. I want him to suffer.'' – He leaned his forehead against Yoongi's and then kissed him.

Yoongi had to swallow the bile in his throat, the taste of rum burning his tongue. After a few moments, Jackson moved away slightly, still holding him.

-''I...I can't s-stand....hold me...please Jack...p-please.'' – Yoongi said brokenly and Jackson gasped, hugging Yoongi up to hold him in his arms. –''I'm s-sorry that...that I left...I made an h-huge mistake.'' – Yoongi cried in Jackson's neck, sobbing brokenly. All the savagery went from Jackson at that moment and he hugged him tighter.

-''It's alright kitten...it's ok...we all make mistakes... it's ok.'' – He murmured in Yoongi's hair. – ''He tricked you. He tricked us all. He tricked Joon the most. That lying Assassin bastard. Hold on for a moment kitten.''

He let him go and went to his table, rummaging through. When he found what he was looking for he went to Yoongi again. It was a small key. ''Fucking yes.'' Yoongi thought. He felt a shackle dropping from his wrists and he would stumble down if there wasn't for Jackson's strong arms.

-''Hold on, kitten. Hold onto my neck. That's right.'' – Yoongi did as he was told and soon the other shackle was off as well. He felt himself being lifted and carried towards the bed. He hissed in pain when his ass touched the bed. Jackson laid next to him, hugging him and Yoongi just wanted to escape. He felt violated and tinted, but he forced himself to stay relaxed.

Yoongi played with his rings, that was, strangely, but thankfully, left on his fingers. He was making a plan and he just saw how it could work. Jackson dozed off quietly next to him and Yoongi waited until he was vast asleep. After a while Yoongi shifted slightly, wanting to move a bit, but was caged by Jackson's hands. – ''What are you doing?'' – He asked sleepily, but alert.

Yoongi cursed silently and licked his lips. -''Jack, let me go for a second.''

-''You are not going anywhere Sugar.'' – Jackson said sternly. Yoongi gulped and forced a teasing smile.

-''I'm not planning to. I just want to straddle you.'' – He said and went on doing exactly that. Jackson's hands were gripping his tightly.

-''And why is that?'' – He asked.

Yoongi was thinking quickly. -''So I can do this.'' – He said and bend down to kiss him on the lips. – ''And this.'' – He added trailing his lips down Jackson's jaw and neck. – ''And this.'' – Yoongi bit at the skin slightly and Jackson groaned. – ''And this...'' – He trailed down Jackson's defined chest, swirling his tongue around a nipple, fighting the urge to bite hard on it. He hated him, he killed Jimin. He wanted him dead, suffering.

He felt hands leaving him to tangle with his hair, pushing his head down. Yoongi shifted down Jackson's body until he was met with Jackson's newly awoken erection. He took a deep breath and dived in, tasting his dried blood, until the tip was buried deep in his throat. Jackson groaned, gripping at Yoongi's hair.

-''Oh, fuck...Sugar, just like that... Just like that kitten...oh, fuck...''

Yoongi bobbed his head a few more times before deciding it is time. He straightens up, letting the cock slip from his mouth and spit on his fingers, only to dive two inside himself harshly. He hissed, but lined himself on Jackson's cock soon after, sliding in until he bottomed.

-''Dammit Sugar, you feel so fucking good kitten.'' – Jackson arched his neck back, closing his eyes. His hands gripping at Yoongi's hips, pinning him harshly down every time Yoongi pulled out. Soon Yoongi was bouncing, moaning loudly, nails scratching on Jackson's chest, until the latter planted his feet on the mattress and started pounding into him, Yoongi arching his back and his neck towards the ceiling of the dusty wooden room. He raised his hand towards his face, sucking on his fingers, while others ran through his hair, gripping it tightly. He rolled his hips violently, meeting Jackson's thrusts and then, masking it in the veil of pleasure, he pushed both of his hands in his hair, gripping at it harshly and screaming in pleasure and then moving them on the back of his head so he could slip one big ring from his finger.

-''Fuck right there... Jack, do not stop, right there! You fuck me so good!''

-''Yeah?'' – Jackson asked, swelling with smugness.

-''So fucking good.'' – Yoongi said and throw himself on Jackson again so he could kiss him, holding tightly in his hand one of his rings.

He moaned in his mouth, feeling Jackson's hands groping at his ass, spreading him open more so he could dive in more easily. Yoongi leaned back, squeezing his inner muscles around Jackson's cock and the blond man gasped.

-''S-Sugar... oh...''

Yoongi pulled out slightly, so only the tip was in and then he did it again, squeezing even tighter this time as he sunk. Jackson closed his eyes, mouth open in a gasp and Yoongi used that momentum to shove in, his now opened ring deep into Jackson's throat, clasping his hands over the blond man's mouth and nose. Jackson's eyes widen in shock and horror when he felt the ring wedged into his throat. He tried to cough it out, but he couldn't take a breath because Yoongi used all of his strength to stop the oxygen from him. He punched him, his hand gripping at Yoongi's face, his hair and then his arms, ripping them from himself, trying to gasp for air, but something was off. He couldn't breathe. His throat was thick and swollen. His now bloody eyes went towards Yoongi's and the smaller man smiled wickedly.

-''Cantarella inside the ring, but a bit modified. Kills faster.'' – He looked with satisfaction how Jackson's hands scratch at his throat. He brushed the man's hair from his brow, watching him choke. ''You might not drive the sword through the love of my life's heart, but you did order it.'' - Yoongi hissed quietly in Jackson's face. - ''You are nothing, you are just Namjoon's dog and even dogs die from poison.''

Jackson's body twitched, his cock still inside Yoongi, now flaccid, slipped out. He pushed his fingers in his mouth, trying who knows what, maybe to dig through the swelling, while the other had a strong grip on Yoongi's wrist.

-''You are feeling weak now, the lack of oxygen will do that for you. My only sorrow is that you haven't suffered longer, more painful.'' – He said, his only response was Jackson's choking sounds. Yoongi leaned in, pushing Jackson's face away so he can whisper in his ear.

-''Do you know what happens when a dog meets a revenging cat?'' - Yoongi moved to stare into Jackson's terrified eyes, before adding. - ''He dies.''

Jackson jerked once more, before turning completely still. Yoongi watched as life left the blond man's eyes, turning them glossy. Yoongi looked at him with hate and then spit on his face. He shuffles from him, barely standing, moving groggily towards the desk to grip on the rum bottle, emptying it almost in half. He gasped from the fire in his throat.

He looked around, searching for some clothes, before finding the keys he knew Jackson always had, setting his mind to save Jungkook first and then see what to do with Namjoon.

...

Jungkook's wrists were wet with blood. He managed to slip one of the shackles off and was now in process of tugging at the other. Heechul was watching him, too weak to say anything. His eyes were feverish and his body aching.

Just then, the sound was heard and Jungkook took a grip on the shackle, raising his hand in her previous position, praying that the darkness will mask the fact that he is partly free, only to gasp in surprise by seeing Yoongi tumbling towards them. He was pale and exhausted, dressed in garments too big for him. They hang loosely on his thin frame, his hair was tangled and sweaty, but his eyes shined with determination.

-''Hyung.'' – Jungkook whispered hurriedly and let go of shackle to reach Yoongi.

-''You young fool, what did you do?'' – Yoongi made a sound with his mouth, grabbing Kook by his wrist inspecting the wound as much as he could in the dimly lit room.

-''We need to get out, we need to save Jin Hyung and Heechul Hyung.'' – Jungkook said it in a hushed tone, head nodding towards the other figure in the cell. Yoongi's eyes followed his and he finally saw Heechul.

-''Bloody hell.'' – Yoongi cursed quietly, observing the other man. He reaches for the key in his pocket and gave it to Jungkook. – ''Here, unlock yourself.'' – He said and went to Heechul.

-''Can you stand?'' – He asked carefully, eyes still sliding across his Hyung's body, noting his wounds. Heechul rose his head, barely holding up, but at that, his broken lips spread into a small smile.

-''R-run and jump too.'' – He joked and Yoongi nodded.

-''Good, because I don't think I could carry you. I barely hold myself.'' – Heechul nodded at that.

-''I could help you through.'' – Yoongi finished, just in time for Jungkook to come closer to unlock the pirate.

Right then the strong explosion shook the entire ship and Yoongi nearly stumbled down. They looked at each other with wide eyes, wondering what it is, before another hit. There was shouting and thumping of feet on the deck, pirates rushing towards their cannons to return fire on whoever did grieves mistake of attacking them.

-''We need to go.'' – Yoongi said hurriedly and took one of Heechul's arms across his neck, waiting for Jungkook to do the same on another side. They just got on their feet, heading towards the exit, when the door was kicked inside and Donghae came in.

-''I should have known it was you.'' – He snarled, glaring at Yoongi, attacking them. Jungkook let go of Heechul to confront the Assassin snitch and Yoongi, suddenly having to bare another weight beside his own, stumbled down, pulling Heechul with him.

Considering that he didn't have any blade on him Jungkook was very good. Tired and neglected, he fought with his bare hands to the best of his ability. Hoseok insisting on him learning how to properly brawl, even though he never participated himself. His keen eye points out many mistakes the young man made in his past and made sure to correct them in time. Jungkook was eternally grateful to his Hyung.

Donghae's upper hand on Jungkook was evident, but the young man was furious. He respected loyalty above all else and Donghae's betrayal cost them many hardships and death. Jimin's screams were still carved in his memory before they knocked him out.

Just then he was kicked in the face by the older man, toppling back on his ass, hissing at the numbness of his broken lip. Donghae was about to attack him again, this time holding his hand in a certain position so he can use his hidden blade. Tae showed him how the blade works and Jungkook were in awe of it. He was glad Tae got it with him all the time, but right now things were not so good.

The blow, however, didn't come, because Yoongi jumped at Donghae's back, plunging his fingers into man's eyes. Donghae shouted and reach back, grabbing Yoongi's hair tightly and pulling him forward, across his head. Yoongi fell down awkwardly, grunting in pain since half of his body hit the wall and another the wooden floor. Donghae growled, hitting Jungkook yet again, but failing to evade the young man's tight grip on his wrists, that were now tightly pulled behind his back. Jungkook used the last drop of his energy to do so. He didn't know why he did it, nor will Yoongi be able to do anything, he was still groaning on the floor, when Heechul suddenly leaped on tossing Donghae, mouth open wide, baring his teeth towards his throat with the maniacal expression on his face.

Donghae wanted to scream, but his voice was cut by a sharp pain of Heechul's teeth on his windpipe. The pirate bit hard and Donghae's eyes went wide with horror. He kicked Jungkook sheen savagely and the young man cursed and slacken the grip, which was enough for Donghae to set his hand free and plunge his hidden blade into Heechul's side. Heechul groaned but didn't let go. Moreover, he toppled them all to the ground, straddling Donghae's body, growling as his teeth sunk deeper and deeper into the skin. Blood started oozing through the ripped flesh and Donghae's movement became weaker.

Yoongi and Jungkook watched in horror how life slowly leaves Donghae's eyes and his squirming underneath Heechul's body went slack, while the ''Sea Monster'' shook from cannonballs. Soon Heechul moved off from the dead man and onto his back, panting heavily, Donghae's blood sliding from his mouth and chin. He started laughing hysterically, holding his puncture wound weekly.

The other two men went to him, Yoongi sliding his hands to inspect the wound, but Heechul shook his head, still laughing.

-''Leave it... it's... too late... anyway.''

Even Yoongi saw that it was so. Days of severe torture left Heechul nearly dead and this was the last straw. But Heechul had a huge grin on his face and was still chuckling.

-''What's so funny Hyung?'' – Jungkook asked pained expression was on his face. He always liked Heechul, his teasing and eccentric nature always made him laugh, that's why his ''betrayal'' stung more than it should, but now, when he knew the truth, the sight of his Hyung broken and dying was extremely hard for Jungkook. Heechul had painful, but a playful gleam in his eyes.

-''I...t-told that...motherfucker before...that I...would rip h-his...throat. Guess w-what just happened?'' – He laughed some more but coughed blood soon enough, the blade probably punctured the lung. Jungkook bit his lip and lowered his head, eyes filling with tears, but Yoongi put his palm on Heechul's shoulder and other on his hand, looking at him gently.

-''That's one mighty bite you have Hyung.'' – He said and squeezed Heechul's hand lightly. – ''I wanted to kill that lying bastard, but you beat me to it.''

-''S-sorry, but....I'm...not sorry...at all...my f-friend.'' – Heechul smiled, through the blood.

-''I bet you are not.'' – Yoongi said quietly when another sharp crash jerked them harshly. Yoongi steadied himself over Heechul and whispered in his ear.

-''I got Jackson.'' – He moved back finding Heechul's eyes wide. He croaked. – ''D-dead??''

Yoongi nodded. – ''Cantarella, the one you procured for me.'' - Heechul grinned once again wide, breaths were heavy, but he still whizzed with a chuckle. He died with laughter on his lips and glass eyes pointed somewhere above Yoongi's head.

...

Knowing the ship like the back of your hand, proved very useful to Yoongi and Jungkook as they've managed to slip through the dark corners and not to be seen, but Yoongi thought that even if they were seen, the men were in the battle mode and they were not their targets now. Still, he preferred this way, not being seen. The rush of the past moments came to him and he had a lot of déjà vu. He heard Namjoon's voice giving the orders somewhere above the deck and his blood froze. He needed Jungkook to nudge him a few times for them to move. They reached Namjoon's Cabin and found it locked.

-''I don't have my tools with me.'' – Yoongi said, cursing slightly as another cannon blow shook the ship.

-''Move Hyung.'' – Jungkook said and lean on the door. He pulled back a bit and then slam shoulder-first into it.

-''They will hear you.'' – Yoongi hissed, but another explosion was heard and Jungkook barged in again.

-''With all of this noise, I don't think anyone will notice Hyung.'' – He groaned as he charged yet again. The door gave in and he almost falls to his nose but managed to hold himself on his arms. Yoongi ran past him.

-''Hyung!'' – He shouted and ran towards Jin, who was pale and unresponsive.

-''Not again.'' – Jungkook groaned, averting his eyes from Jin's nakedness. Yoongi squinted his eyes.

-''It's not the same, he is just exhausted. Hyung.'' – He called, shaking him slightly. – 'Hyung.'' – He tried again, this time slapping his cheeks, but not so hard. – ''Hyung wake up.''

Jin groaned, brows furrowing and he blinked, squinting his eyes at the two of them. – ''Yoongichi?''

-''It's me Hyung, we got to go. The help is here.''

-''Agh...my head....shit...my body...everything is killing me.'' – Jin groaned and tried to get up.

-''Can you stand Hyung?'' – Jungkook asked, taking one of Jin's arms to support him.

-''I have no fucking clue.'' – Jin said, his legs shaking at first, but pretty soon he was standing firmly on his feet. Another series of cannons firing was heard.

-''Bloody Hell, it's like a war zone.'' – Jin murmured, looking for his weapons around the Cabin.

-''Yeah, you can say like that. Here Hyung, your pants and your coat.'' – Yoongi pushed the fabrics into Jin's hands. – ''Your shirt, however...'' – Yoongi pulled the ripped shirt from the floor.

-''I don't need it.'' – Jin said, putting one foot in pantleg and almost tumbling down. Jungkook grabbed his elbow.

-''Can you dress yourself Hyung?'' – Jungkook asked worryingly.

-''I was tortured Jungkook, but I'm not an invalid. So yeah, I can.''

Jungkook blushed slightly.

-''You know you should be nicer to the boy, he was about to help your sorry ass. I wasn't.'' – Yoongi said and Jungkook blushed, even more, glancing towards Jin to see if he got mad, but Jin only chuckled.

-''Oh I know you wouldn't Yoongichi. You would let me struggle to put this on just so you can watch my naked flesh longer.''

Yoongi's cheeks flushed red, but he pretended he was not affected by his Hyung's words. – ''Keep telling yourself that. Now hurry up, we haven't got much time.''

Jin chuckled and hurried up the dressing, while Jungkook watched that strange exchange in silence, blushing even more and then deciding to search for some weapons instead. His eyes fell on a pair of swords, an excellent kind and he reaches to take one in his hands.

-''Good thinking Jungkookie, yes we will need weapons.'' – Jin praised him, putting his coat and buttoning it up across his chest. – ''Those are, however, mine, but I think we can find you some good steel around here somewhere.''

-''Here Kook.'' – Jungkook turned to see Yoongi holding a nice sword in his hands.

-''Hyung...'' – He begins but was cut short by Yoongi. – ''I think this will suit you nicely.''

Jungkook reached and took the blade and yes it was perfect. He felt the excitement he felt every time he took some rare steel in his hands and this was one of the best ones. The balance was perfect and it was almost weightless.

Jin dressed up quickly, arming himself with his weapons, the exhaustion still evident on his face. Jungkook saw the pain in it and wondered what his Hyungs endured. He then looked at his now quicky banded wrists and considered himself lucky.

-''Heechul was here too, locked with me.'' – He said suddenly, raising his round eyes at Jin. Jin stopped his hands just for a second, before continuing to get ready.

-''Where is he?'' – He asked, siding his eyes down to tie down the harness on his chest where his daggers were.

-''He is dead.'' – Yoongi said.

-''I'm sorry to hear that.'' – Jin said somewhat gently. – ''I didn't know the man. The first time I've heard of him I thought he was a traitor, but after Donghae...''

-''He is dead too. Heechul Hyung killed him.'' – Jungkook spoke hurriedly, wanting to clear Heechul's name somehow.

-''Yeah? Good. That snake deserved to die. We lost Jiminie because of him.'' – Jin spat and Yoongi bowed his head, breathing hard through his nose, not wanting to cry.

-''Let's go Hyung, we need to help as much as we could.'' – Yoongi said, still looking down.

-''Stay away of Namjoon, wait for the help to come first, do not fight them on your own. I will deal with Jackson.''

-''Hyung beat you to it.'' – Jungkook said, his bunny smile peaking proudly at Yoongi. Jin stopped in his tracks to stare at Jungkook and then Yoongi.

-''You killed him?'' – He asked incredulously, arching one of his eyebrows.

Yoongi scowled at him. -''Why do you sound so surprised?''

Jin blinked a few times. – ''Because he was enraged mutt and you are you Yoongichi.''

-''Fuck you.'' – Yoongi snarled.

-''Oh, no thank you. I had enough of fucking for a lifetime. I'll pass.'' – Jin said, still observing his old friend. He put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed slightly, making Yoongi tilt his head to look at him. Jin gave him a proud smile. – ''Good work.'' – He then became aware of Yoongi's attire. They seemed familiar. – ''Are those...?''

Yoongi nodded -''Yeah.'

-''Jackson's?'' – Jin wanted to be sure.

-''Aham.''

-''Why? What happened to yours?''

-''He cut them off me with the knife.''

-''Sick bastard.'' – Jin offered and Yoongi nodded at that and then turned towards the door. – ''We should get going.''

They went out. Everything was in chaos and then something drastically shook the entire ship. It sounded like something huge collided with the hull of the ''Sea Monster''.

-''We need to hurry up.'' – Jungkook said and went forward to check out what's going on.

Yoongi began to follow when Jin's hand on his shoulder stopped him. -''I just had to ask though. How did you do it?''

Yoongi took his breath, closing his eyes for the moment. – ''Now it's not the time Hyung.''

-''Please indulge me. I wanted that son of a bitch death for a while now. We might or might not survive this shit, so... I want to know if he suffered.'' – Jin said the shine in his eyes was cold. Yoongi gulped and then spoke.

-''I shoved improved Cantarella down his throat, hidden in the ring case.''

-''How?'' – Jin insisted and Yoongi closed his eyes in defeat.

-''While I was riding his dick.'' – He choked out, opening his eyes, only to see Jin's arched eyebrow.

-''Well he did always wanted to mount you on it.'' - He said matter-of-factly.

-''Dammit, Hyung!'' - Yoongi sighed exasperatedly, averting his gaze to the side, before returning them to Jin and then adding. -''He died choking for his breath, clawing at his throat with the last image of my satisfied smirk carved in his memory.'' 

Jin stared at him for a few seconds and then his mouth spread into a devilish grin. – ''You little poisonous devil.'' – He said it proudly, squeezing Yoongi's shoulder in approval before pulling Yoongi towards the upper deck. 

Yoongi squinted his eyes when sudden light hit him in the face. He blinked a few times, eyes searching the deck to see who is who, when the sight made his heart stop and happy warmth spread inside of his chest.

There, out on the open stood Jimin, with the sword in his hand, slicing through the sea of Namjoon's men. Beside him was Jungkook. His huge smile was on his face as he swung his new sword through flesh, muscles, and bones like through butter. The limbs were chopped off so easily, that the ring was made around the two men.

-''Jimin.'' – Yoongi breathed quietly at first, eyes wide as his chest rise and fall from all of the emotion he felt at the sight of his lover. – ''Jiminie!!!'' – He yelled and Jimin jerked his head in direction of his voice. Their eyes met and the younger man smiled warmly, eyes turning into crescents. Everything was too damn short though because in next moment Jimin's eyes were diverted, becoming furious again as another man attacked him. Yoongi was about to run to him when Jin stopped him.

-''Later Yoongi, later... he is fighting now.''

-''I want to help him!'' – Yoongi squirmed, but Jin's grip was strong.

-''He has Jungkook by his side and the Assassins too.''

Yoongi then became aware of the white and black robes among the pirates.

-''You are not a fighter Yoongichi. Not like they are, but your talents lie elsewhere. Use your shadows to kill the target.'' – Jin said, smiling slightly. – ''Go now. Go!'' – He pushed him towards the shadows and Yoongi ran, deciding to kill as much of them as he could.

On his way, his eyes fell upon a grand sight. There on the upper deck fought Namjoon and twins. What, as it seems, first started with steel fight, very soon turned into an electric storm. It made a huge barrier ring around them and no one from the outside could approach them. No one could help them anyway. That's a magical fight, it takes magic and foolish bravery to leap into it. Now Namjoon was in twins hands.

Yoongi turned towards Jin to warn him, but the older man was already staring at the magical trio. Remembering Jin's words, Yoongi tears his eyes from him and ran into the darkness that he knew so well. He has some evil men to kill.