Seokjin was known to have an exquisite taste- caviar, white truffles, Japanese Wagyu Steaks- it all went perfectly together with the sight of the Atlantic Ocean and the feeling of someone's fingers kneading through his tense muscles. But in the end, nothing beat the feeling of serenity as he sat wrapped in his unicorn onesie, shoving chocolate mint ice-cream into his mouth and watching cliche romantic movies.

"You know." Seokjin spoke up, pressing the round side of the spoon against his tongue and licking away the left over ice cream resting there. His eyes left the screen displaying 'Fifty shades of Grey' and he turned to gaze at Namjoon, "I hate this movie."

A perfectly shaped eyebrow was raised in return before Namjoon tilted his head to the side, "Then why watch it?" He murmured lowly, not looking away from the screen in front of him.

Seokjin rolled his eyes with a huff and stabbed the spoon into the ice-cream before leaning over to place the tub on the table. He dropped back into the sofa and stretched his arms above his head, while shifting his legs on Namjoon's lap and curling the toes hidden beneath his fuzzy socks.

Namjoon paid him no mind and continued to watch the scene in front of him. His body was completely relaxed as he sunk into the couch- hands laying over Seokjin's socked feet and legs propped on top of the coffee table.

A deep exhale escaped through Jin's nose and his head tilted to the side, he ran his eyes over Namjoon's side profile, admiring his button nose, sharp jawline and his dragon eyes. He noticed the small scar on Namjoon's brow, causing the hairs there to not grow, making it looked like it had been purposefully shaved. A hum of approval rumbled in Jin's throat before he grabbed a hold of his onesie's hoodie and flipped it over his head.

"First of all, I hate the fact that Christian Grey is a stalking, abusing, controlling, narcissist concerned with only his desires, yet he is presented as the ideal man." Seokjin huffed, crossing his arms over his stomach and turning his head to look at the sex scene on the screen. Namjoon's eyes left the tv and he turned to eye Seokjin- the corner of his mouth lifting when he noticed the horn and ears on his hood, "Second of all, I hate how Ana stays with Christian despite his abusive tendencies because she believes she can change him. In one of the trailers Ana even asks, 'Why are you trying to change me?' and Christian responds with 'I'm not. It's you that is changing me.' Like, bitch, that's not how it works!" Jin exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air due to frustration. He groaned and pressed his hands against his face, only to snap them open a second later and peek through his fingers, when Namjoon began to speak,

"You're right. And Fifty Shades doesn't explore BDSM as a potentially meaningful, consensual sexual practice to the individual or collective female experience. Rather, the book keeps the taboo in kink with the misconception that a person must be really messed up to explore this erotic practice. It also doesn't explore the beauty and the power of submission, nor does it touch on the harder elements of BDSM play."

Jin's mouth was left hanging open as he listened to Namjoon speak through a dimpled smile. He couldn't comprehend the fact that something so intelligent left the brute male in front of him. From the first glance, Namjoon came across as intimidating and dangerous, which, like all first impressions, was destroyed when Namjoon allowed Jin to get a peek inside his mind. And now Jin was left with a paintbrush hanging off his fingers, ready to paint a new image of Namjoon in his mind, only this time, Namjoon would be guiding his hand.

Jin's brows were touching the platinum hair laying against his forehead, "Huh." He hummed, licking his lips and dragging his eyes along Namjoon's thick biceps, "Who would've thought that you had a sexy brain." He breathed out through a devious grin.

The corners of Namjoon's mouth lifted into a small smirk, causing the two dimples in his cheeks to pop out, "Right, anyway." Namjoon released an awkward chuckle, placing his fingers on Seokjin's socked feet and massaging them along the bottom of his foot, "Consent is the cornerstone of BDSM, and it's what separates the fantasy of control with actual control," Namjoon rambled, allowing his brows to knit together and gaze wander off as he recalled the book, "Sure, Christian presents Anastasia with a contract. But later he disregards it, as he does with safe words, as an impediment. In real BDSM, the submissive is always the one in control, the one who determines what can or cannot be done, when the scene is stopped. The fantasy may be that all control has been given away- but in reality..." Namjoon trailed off, lifting his gaze away from the tv in front of him to turn and look into the wide eyes of Seokjin, "..a submissive can and should be able to revoke their consent at anytime." He murmured softly.

The pair continued to stare at each other for a few more seconds, trying to swallow what the other had said and trying to take in each other's beauty.

Seokjin was the first to snap out of their small staring contest with blushing cheeks and a nervous laugh. "Uhm..." He pulled his legs out of Namjoon's lap and threw them over the couch, "That was....unique." He mumbled with furrowed brows, reaching out to grab his mint ice-cream and shove a spoonful into his mouth.

Namjoon watched him carefully, occasionally turning his gaze away from Jin to look around the house before looking back at him, "What? Is this your first time talking to someone about these things?"

"Jimin usually..." Jin chuckled in return and wiped away a droplet of ice-cream from his chin before noticing that it had landed on his onesie, "...He usually just giggles throughout the movie and screams things like 'hit her harder' or 'tweak her nipples'." Jin rolled his eyes, dropping the spoon in the ice-cream tub before trying to wipe away the green stain on his onesie, "And Taehyung just sleeps or plays games on his phone." Seokjin huffed, dropping his hands into his lap before falling back into the sofa.

A shrill cry filled the air as soon as Jin hit the sofa, making him groan and sit back up. He pulled his phone out from the pocket in his onesie and looked down at the caller, "Speaking of Jimin." Jin offered Namjoon an eye-roll before answering the phone and pressing it against his ear.

"Yes, Jimin-ah?"

"Hyung! So...listen, basically I need to speak to Namjoon." Jimin rambled quickly- his voice laced with anxiety and nervousness.

Seokjin tutted and looked down at the black nail polish covering his nails, "Mmhmm." He hummed, pulling the phone away from his ear as he heard Jimin begin to babble again, this time explaining his point of view and why it was so important for him to talk to Namjoon, "Yeah, yeah." Seokjin muttered in disinterest, lifting his hand to show Namjoon his nails, "Do you think I should change the colour?"

Namjoon took a hold of Jin's hand and carefully held it up to his eyes. He pursued his lips and ran his fingers over the painted nails before nodding and looking back up at Jin, "What about white?" He proposed, running the pads of his fingers up Jin's fingers and over his knuckles.

"Tried it, it gets ruined by blood." Seokjin rolled his eyes with a sigh, pulling his hand away from Namjoon before pressing the phone back against his ear.

"-eeds to b-"

"Jimin-ah, baby boy, just because you're sleeping with Suga, doesn't mean that you have to abide by his every rule." A sharp inhale of breath filled Jin's ear, but he didn't react to it, and merely propped his legs on top of Namjoon's lap and continued to speak, "And when I went out and kidnapped Namjoon, I made it clear that he's mine to do as I please." Seokjin purred, sending Namjoon a wink and trailing his leg up his stomach and chest, watching in satisfaction as Namjoon's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, "If you need something, ask Mark or me, not Namjoon or Suga."

"Hyung, but-" Jimin began to stutter only for him to be cut off my Seokjin, "Remember, Jimin, we work alone. Don't trust any-"

The lights in the cabin cut out and turned bright red, followed by the sound of loud blaring. Seokjin immediately shot out of the sofa and ran towards the window to peek through the curtains. He eyed the surrounding area, not seeing anything except for trees and the empty dirt road leading up to the lodge.

"What is that? Are those the alarms!" Jimin shouted into the phone, making Jin wince and pull it away from his ear. Jimin knew about Jin's current location, he had spent most of his time in that house, so he knew the alarm sound very well due to them testing them out frequently.

Seokjin sighed and stepped away from the window, whirling around on his heel to march over to Namjoon, "I'll talk to you later, don't trust anyone."

And with that, Seokjin ended the call by pressing his finger against the red button on the screen. He quickly grabbed Namjoon's wrist and ripped him away from the sofa and towards the stairs.

"What's happening?" Namjoon shouted over the loud blaring, eyeing the red light coating the wooden walls and Seokjin's bread cheeks.

Jin ignored his question and tugged him up the wooden stairs, his eyes stayed glued on his phone as he dialed a number and called someone, only for the person to not pick up. Namjoon continued to stumble after Seokjin without much resistance- twisting his head around to try and take in as much as he could before he was shoved inside one of the rooms.

Seokjin slammed the door behind them and switched on the light, immediately illuminating the room they were in. The room was large, with long desks going along one side and the back, and computer screens covering the walls and the desks. A wide glass table sat in the middle of the room- the glass glowing, and lighting up the papers resting in the middle of it. The wall to Seokjin's right was completely bare of anything, contrasting against the other walls.

The computer screens were blaring a bright red colour before Seokjin marched over to them and tapped a few buttons on the keyboards. The blaring died out and the bright red flashing lights turned back to a regular white. Seokjin's brows were pinched together, creating a crease between them, and his eyes stayed glued on the computer screens as he tapped away on the keyboard.

One by one, every computer screen switched on and displayed the view of  outside. Some computer screens showed off the forest, others were placed along the dirt road and some were located to display the wooden lodge.

"Doing your research I see."

Seokjin whirled around and was met with the sight of Namjoon flipping through the papers resting on the glowing table. He immediately stomped over to him and ripped the files out of his hand before throwing them back on the table, causing a few photographs of Jeon Jungkook to slide of of the file.

"Don't touch anything." Seokjin hissed, glaring up at Namjoon with fiery eyes and clenched jaw, "Actually..." The corner of his mouth twitched as an idea hit him. Jin quickly grabbed Namjoon and pushed him into one of the rolling chairs before throwing open a drawer, that was in the glowing table, and pulling out a pink rope.

"Very kinky. Did you put on fifty shades to create the mood?" Namjoon arched a brow, not protesting as Jin placed his hands on the arm rests and began to tie them to the chair with rope.

"Yes."

Namjoon hummed and observed the room with a cold gaze, ignoring how Jin wrapped the rope around him and tied him to the chair. After he was finished, Seokjin stood up and walked back over to the computer screens. He immediately noticed how one of them was no longer showing anything and how it had gone white.

A small smirk lit up his face and he watched the screens carefully until he finally noticed something whooshing past one of them before it turned white, "They're here." Jin breathed out, not losing his smirk as he turned around and approached the bare wall.

Seokjin placed his hand on one of the wooden planks before pushing it in, then pulling it out completely. He pushed in a completely different log before pulling it out. He switched the logs around and then pushed them both in. A clicking sound filled the air before the logs cracked and slowly slid open, revealing a lit up closet filled with weapons.

"That's cool....but why are they pink?" Namjoon commented, analysing the pink glittery weapons and the yellow note stuck to one of them.

Seokjin's face dropped at the sight of bright pink guns, bombs, knives and masks, instead of seeing everything a matte black and covered with small gems, "Oh for fu-" He cut himself off and ripped away the small note.

'Heheheheheh, it's Jimiiiiiiiiiiiiin and TAETAEEEEEE! You just got pranked HYUNG! We took your weapons, call us when you find this note, I'll give you clues and you're gonna find them!!!

XOXO, Your FAVOURITE DONGSAENG!! oh, and Taehyung...hihi'

"I'm gonna kill them."

Namjoon rolled his lips against each other and shifted in his seat as he watched a fuming Seokjin crumble the note and throw it away before reaching into the closet and grabbing a few weapons. Namjoon's gaze traveled along the room until it settled on the computer screens. He watched with a tilted head and calculative eyes as the screens turned white one by one.

"Idiots." Seokjin scoffed, staring at the screens too, "Instead of using the cameras to their advantage and sneaking past them, they showed me exactly where they were." Seokjin shook his head in disapproval and wrapped thigh and chest harnesses around himself- shifting uncomfortably since he was still dressed in his onesie.

Namjoon didn't look away from the screens, "Who are they?" He questioned in pure curiosity, turning his head around to look at Seokjin. He watched as the dangerous beauty chuckled in return and wrapped a pink gas mask around his face.

"That's my gang." Seokjin's voice came out a bit muffled due to the gas mask, but Namjoon still heard him clearly. His brows shot up and he immediacy sat up in the chair, he swung his head around to turn and look at the screens, but he didn't see anything, except for woods and darkness.

Seokjin huffed out a small laugh and slowly approached Namjoon with another pink mask in his hand, "Dont be curious. Believe me, we may seem interesting because nobody knows anything about us..." Seokjin leaned down and placed the mask over Namjoon's face before securing it around his head, "But there's nothing that'll make us unique if we lose the mysterious appeal. Well...maybe the pink theme." Seokjin mumbled through his mask, holding up a bright pink knife.

Namjoon's eyes ran over Seokjin's features and the mask secured around his nose and mouth. He leaned forward towards Seokjin, making their masks bump together and Seokjin's eyes widen, "I doubt that." Namjoon breathed out- his dragon eyes not straying from Seokjin's wide ones.

They both stared at each other for a few more seconds until a small ding, from Jin's phone, interrupted them, "Right...Uhm." He stuttered nervously, shaking his head and stumbling away from Namjoon as he pulled out his phone and answered to the text he received.

But what Seokjin didn't notice was Namjoon's dark gaze and the pink throwing knife he slipped under his palm.

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Jimin was left confused and anxious after Jin hung up on him. The only time he heard the alarms was when the three of them- Taehyung, Jin and Jimin- were testing them out to see if they still worked. The alarms were there to warn them that someone had entered the surrounding area of the wooden lodge.

Jimin knew that Seokjin wasn't an idiot, hence why the wooden lodge wasn't built as a safe house, but rather as a trap to lure in their enemies and kill them quickly. Jimin never understood why Seokjin wasn't the number one assassin and why he was so underrated among the others. He knew that Jin had so much more than just good looks, and he was deadlier than all of them combined, but Jessi always overlooked the fact and almost refused to help Jin achieve his true potential.

"Jimin?"

Jimin's eyes snapped away from the phone dangling between his fingers, and he looked up at Yoongi. The older Male was sitting next to him on the bed- his legs stayed rooted on the ground and elbows were placed on his knees. Yoongi, too, looked confused and a bit alarmed as he allowed his eyes to flicker between the phone and Jimin's face.

"I...he...they.." Jimin stuttered, tightening his grip on the phone before pushing off the bed and walking over to his desk to put away his phone.

"Come here." A pale hand quickly curled around his small wrist and tugged him back, causing him to stumble over his feet and land into Yoongi's lap. Jimin's eyes were wide and his phone was clutched against his chest as he looked up at Yoongi with red cheeks and parted lips, "Doesn't your gang train your members? I'm sure he's prepared for attacks." Yoongi muttered, running the tips of his fingers over Jimin's spine and settling his other hand on his thigh.

Jimin swallowed down the lump in his throat and visible lit up, he threw the phone on his desk and shifted in Yoongi's lap so that his legs wrapped around Yoongi's waist, "Yeah, you're right. Jin-hyung is smarter than even me, and that's saying much." Jimin giggled and placed his forehead against Yoongi's. The pale man looked up at him with unreadable eyes and allowed his hands to find their way onto his slim waist, "He'd kill anyone that gets in his way." Jimin whispered, not looking away from Yoongi's eyes as his fingers ran over Yoongi's shirt and trailed up the side of his neck until he could place his small hands on Yoongi's cheeks and brush his thumbs along his cheekbones. Yoongi's brows twitched and hands tightened, causing Jimin to smile and giggle against his lips, "All of us would. It's what we're trained for."

A sudden yelp stumbled out of Jimin's throat as Yoongi turned them around and slammed him into the mattress. Jimin's face stretched out into a mischievous grin and he tried to crawl away from Yoongi, only for him to grab him by his thighs and pull him back down. Another giggle bounced off of the walls of the cell as Yoongi hovered over Jimin before leaning down and attacking his neck with harsh sucking and nipping.

"Yoongi!" Jimin moaned- eyes fluttering shut and head tilting back. He could feel Yoongi's lips explore his neck and slowly trail down to his collar bones, while his large hands slid up his shirt and towards his pierced nipples.

"Shut up." Yoongi hissed into his throat, sinking his teeth into a fading hickey in order to not let the mark disappear.

Jimin giggled in return, and opened his eyes- immediately noticing the figure standing by the door. The smirk on Jimin's face only widened as his gaze turned towards the door and he noticed a blanked faced Baekhyun standing by it. His face was scrunched up into a sour scowl and his arms were crossed over his chest. After hearing another breathy moan leave Jimin's lips and watching as Yoongi's hand slithered into Jimin's pants, Baekhyung rolled his eyes and stomped out of the cell.

Jimin rolled his eyes at his behaviour and focused back on Yoongi. The gang leader's hand slid over his navel before finding its way into his underwear and wrapping around his leaking cock. A small tremor rocked through Jimin's body and he gasped at the contrast in temperature.

"Yoongi, fuck...please, please plea-"

Jimin's begging was cut off by a shrill cry filling the cell. Yoongi's head immediately lifted from Jimin's neck and his hand left his pants so that Yoongi could push away from Jimin and stand up. A whine bubbled up in Jimin's throat and he reluctantly sat up in the bed to turn to look at Yoongi with a heavy pout.

"Fuck that noise, lets have sex." Jimin called out after Yoongi. Leaning on his elbows and spreading his legs open, not ashamed that his leaking cock pressed against his sweatpants, creating a small stain.

Yoongi completely ignored Jimin- his body tense and face scrunched up into a dangerous glare. He took long strides towards the metal bars and peered out of the cell. Yellow lights were flashing along the hallways and loud shouts filled the air. Everywhere Yoongi looked, he could see prisoners shouting and attacking the guards. The looks on their faces were feral and livid, their eyes were empty and crazed, and mouths were curled into hostile sneers.

Yoongi stepped back into the cell and quietly shut the door before turning around and looking down at Jimin. The lavender haired mochi rose a brow in return before wiggling them and giggling, "So...? Sex?"

Yoongi scoffed and approached him- immediately grabbing him by his wrist and ripping him off the bed, "Hey!" Jimin yelped at the rough treatment, only to be slammed into the wall next to the cell door.

Yoongi pressed himself against Jimin and placed his hand over his mouth- his eyes not leaving the door as he saw a lanky man run past their door with a loud cry leaving his lips. Yoongi's eyes left the cell door and shoulders momentarily dropped as he turned to look down at Jimin. Wide honeycomb eyes, paired with pouty lips, stared back at him, making his gaze harden and shoulders tense, "Keep quiet." Yoongi leaned in and hissed in Jimin's ear, "There's a riot going on."

Jimin's face dropped and eyes grew large before a loud yell bounced off of the walls of their cell, "TAEHYUNG!"

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  A loud explosion shook the wooden lodge, causing a glass vase to topple over and roll down the dinning table before falling and shattering against the ground. The bright purple aconites, resting in the vase, now laid on the wooden tiles, surrounded by the water and glass shards.

Another explosion hit the wooden lodge- shaking the walls and causing clouds of dust to sprinkle around the rooms. The lights switched off, allowing the empty rooms to be engulfed in pitch black darkness. The windows in the living room and kitchen shattered as bodies clad in pink armour slammed through them and rolled across the floor.

They were fast and slick, immediately hunching over and sliding along the floor to the next room. Their gazes were sharp and ice cold as they looked around, filling the rooms with a light whistle when they saw nothing before slithering away to the next room.

One of the bodies stood up and hooked their finger around their mask before tugging it down to their chin, "Check the second floor, make sure to look out for any secret rooms or exits." The female, Irene, ordered under a hushed whisper, all while eyeing the room with calculative eyes. She pressed her finger against her ear and spoke into her earpiece, "We don't see any sight of him, ma'am, Minho and Yeonjun are outside to watch over the perimeter."

"Send them in. Seokjin isn't the one to run away from a fight, he's in the house and he'll show himself. You just have to be patient and on guard," The scratchy voice of Jessi filled Irene's ear, making the girl hum and nod before sliding her gun out of her shoulder harness, "Kill him without hesitation."

"Yes, ma-."

A small ping filled Irene's ear before she could finish speaking, indicating that she had disconnected with Jessi and had connected with the other members. Irene frowned and dropped her hand to her side. She looked up from her boots and noticed Wendy and Seulgi standing in front of an elevator, while Joy and Yeri we're slowly climbing up the stairs to the second floor. Minhyuk and Jooheon were searching the first floor, trying to spot any traps or hidden doors, and Minho and Yeonjun were eyeing the house from the woods.

Irene walked through the kitchen, ignoring the glass crunching under her boots or the aconites she stepped on. She entered the living room- running her eyes over the surfaces of the room before her eyes zeroed in on the couch. Hesitant footsteps lead Irene over to the couch and coffee table, she eyed the melted chocolate mint ice-cream resting on the table and the fuzzy blanket throw over the coach.

A small ding filled her ears, making her perk up and look into the direction of the sound. Irene's eyes squinted and body rotated in the direction of the elevator. The lights inside of it switched on as the door peeled open, and Wendy and Seulgi stepped into it. The light from the elevator pooled into the rest of the house, attaching to Irene's face and the single wooden tile in front of the elevator, that seemed to be lower than the others.

Irene's brows furrowed and eyes flickered from the tile and to the two girls standing in the elevator. Her eyes grew large as realisation hit her just as the elevator door began to slide shut.

"Wait! Stop, stop, stop!" Irene shouted, sprinting towards the elevator- desperate to shove her hand into the gap and stop it from closing. But as Wendy tried to shove her hand in between the doors, her hand was zapped by electricity, making her yelp and rip it away.

"Shit!" Wendy cried out with wide eyes, making eye-contact with Irene through the narrow gap between the doors right before they slid shut.

Irene slammed against the metal door and began to pound her fists against it, while releasing groans of frustration. Her hand flew down to the small button next to it and she desperately pressed down on it, "Come on, come on." Irene muttered, feeling tears of anxiety gather in her eyes. Her finger continued to hit against the small button and her breathing began to quicken as she watched the elevator stand still before the door finally slid open.

A shaky breath left Irene's lips and she took a step back, only for the smile on her face to crumble as smoke began to pool out from the elevator and roll along the wooden tiles. Her face dropped and shoulders slouched, she allowed her eyes to slowly lift from the smoke caressing her legs and into the elevator . Irene's gaze attached to the two bodies slumped against the elevator ground- surrounded by smoke and bright lights, "Fuck!" Irene cried out, immediately running over to an unconscious Wendy and Seulgi.

Irene dropped down to her knees next to Seulgi and eyed her limp body and slack face. She reached out a shaky hand and pressed it against Seulgi's throat, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to find a pulse.

Thud

Thud

Thud

"Are they...?"

Irene's eyes snapped open and head swung into the direction of the door. She noticed Yeri standing by the entrance with a concerned expression coating her face. Her legs were shoved against the door, to prevent it from closing on Irene, and her hands swung from side to side to try and get the smoke out of the elevator.

"No." Irene breathed out, standing up and pressing her sleeve against her nose. The smoke stung her nose and made her eyes water, she felt a bit lightheaded while breathing it in, "Let's pull them out of the elevator and fin-"

A clicking sound came from above Irene before a heavy body dropped down behind her. An arm wrapped around Irene's throat and she was pulled into Seokjin's chest, only for him to raise his gun over her shoulder and fire a single shot towards Yeri. A small dart flew through the air and hit Yeri in the shoulder, making her stumble back with a gasp. Yeri's eyes rolled into the back of her head before she fell to the ground with a thud.

Irene reeled her head back and kicked Jin's in the knee, only for him to grab her by the back of her neck and swung her around towards the wall. Irene slammed into the wall with a yelp- her forehead hitting the mirror and leaving behind a splatter of blood. Her body went limp in Seokjin's arms, making him stumble back from the sudden weight difference. Jin's grip on her throat loosened and he carefully lowered her unconscious body to the ground before straightening out and dusting the dirt off of his onesie.

"Amateurs." Seokjin scoffed with an eye-roll, stepping over the unconscious bodies in his path as he reloaded his gun with another dart.

Seokjin eyed the empty living room and the stairs to the upstairs- hearing distant sound of whispers and footsteps as he bent down and grabbed Yeri before dragging her into the elevator. He carefully placed her on top of Irene before stepping out of the elevator and hitting the button on the wall.

A small hum rumbled in his throat and his lips twitched up as the door slid shut- hiding the unconscious bodies and allowing the darkness to engulf the house yet again. Seokjin pulled out his guns and flipped the hood, of his onesie, over his head. He turned to the right and padded up to the second floor with socked feet. Once he reached the top of the staircase, Seokjin pulled off the top piece of the newell post, revealing a small button hidden beneath. Seokjin pressed down on the button and smirked as the stairs began to slide to the side and into the wall, not allowing anyone to get to the second floor.

Seokjin was a bit disappointed that he had taken out four of his gang members without much trouble. They had fallen into his trap too easily and it was all because of their training. Wendy and Seulgi should've never thought about walking into the elevator, especially if they were together. Irene should've never allowed her heart to get in her way, which caused her to run to the two unconscious gang members and end up with her laying next to them. Yeri should've never followed after Irene and left Joy, which made her fall too. Seokjin was glad that Jessi didn't teach him much about fighting or tactics, because it left him room to learn all these things by himself and become better than her.

Seokjin turned around and inched through the dark hallways of the second floor. He followed the sound of a small creak and occasional huffs, which led him to the end of the hallway. Seokjin leaned against the wall next to the open door of Jimin's bedroom and peered around the edge of it. He could see Joy walking through the room- her fingers dragging over the surfaces of his dresser and eyes staying glued on the lipstick marks on the vanity mirror.

Seokjin carefully rounded the corner and stepped into the room, approaching the girl as she took a hold of Jimin's glossy lipstick and screwed it open. Joy's head tilted to the side and she pulled it open before looking up at herself in the mirror, only to freeze as she made eye contact with Seokjin.

It all happened so suddenly- Seokjin lunged forward with the small dart in his hand, only for Joy to whirl around and blow Jimin's setting powder into his eyes. Seokjin cried out in pain and stumbled back, rubbing against his eyes and trying to peel them open, to try and get the baking powder out. Joy released a breath of relief and pulled out her gun- pointing it at Jin's head with no emotion.

Seokjin blinked his eyes open enough to see her blurry figure pointing something at him. A loud bang echoed through the air just as Seokjin jumped to the side and fell onto Jimin's bed. The bullet flew through the air and scratched the side of Seokjin's hip, making him hiss and roll across the bed until he reached the other side and hit the floor with a thud.

Seokjin rubbed his burning eyes before peeling them open. Everything around him blurred together and the darkness around him didn't help as he tried to look around the room to spot Joy. A creak came from the the end of the bed, causing Jin to quickly roll underneath the bed and avoid another bullet from hitting him. He quickly scrambled to the end of the bed, all while trying to blink away the blurriness in his aching eyes.

Seokjin shook his head and pulled himself out from the bed just as Joy bent down to look underneath it. Seokjin slid his legs underneath hers, making her loose her balance and fall onto his back with a choked gasp.

Strands of platinum hair fell into Seokjin's face and a droplet of sweat rolled down his temple. His eyes connected with Joy's only for a split second before they both lunged at each other- Joy trying to wrap Seokjin into a choke hold, while the dangerous beauty grabbed her arms and threw her off. They continued to roll across the ground, trying to dominate and attack each other, while deflecting each other's blows.

Joy threw her fist into Seokjin's face and hit him in the cheekbone before pressing her fingers into the wound in his side. Tremors of pain rippled through Jin's body, causing a small scream to bounce off of the walls of the room before he rolled them around and grabbed her by her throat. They both made eye contact- Joy's eyes widening in fear at the murderous look in Seokjin's eyes.

Seokjin's hands tightened around Joy's throat, making her gasp and scratch at his hands, "Seok...Jin.." Joy wheezed out, struggling underneath Jin and hitting his arms and chest weakly, "Seok-"

"I didn't do what she said I did." Seokjin leaned down and hissed to Joy before tightening his grip on her throat and bringing her head up and then slamming it against the ground. Joy's eyes slipped shut and hands fell loosely by her sides from the force of the blow.

Realeasing a shaky breath, Seokjin released his hold on Joy's throat and rolled off of her limp body. He stood up, stumbling towards Jimin's vanity mirror and picking up the water bottle resting on top of it. He screwed the bottle open and tilted his head back- pouring the water over his burning eyes to try and get the powder out. The water rolled down seokjin's face, soaking into his hair and his unicorn onesie.

The bottle slipped from Jin's fingers and fell to the ground with a small thud. The water spilled out of the bottle, creating a small puddle underneath it as Seokjin wiped away the water from his face. He peeled his eyes open and leaned closer to the mirror- immediately noticing the redness in the whites of his eyes.

"Shit." Jin grumbled, rubbing his sleeve against his eyes before dropping his hand back down to his side and walking over to the door.

Seokjin entered the dark hallway, only to see the outlines of two people roaming the end of the hallway and looking into each room. Seokjin immediately slid into the room on the opposite side of the hall and quietly shut the door behind himself.

The room was Taehyung's.

It had a foldable bed pushed against the end of it with a tv in front of the bed. Movies and video games were laying on the ground around the tv, along with empty bags of chips and candy wrappers. Seokjin stepped over all the wrappers and approached the small spot between the window and the dresser. He kneeled in front of the place and pressed his hands against the wall before pushing them in.

A small click filled the air, followed by a small door in the wall creaking open. The click mixed together with the sound of hushed whispers and footsteps coming his way. He quickly pulled the door open and pulled out a glow stick, he broke it in half to create a green glow around him and to illuminate the passageway before him.

The footsteps stopped right outside Taehyung's door, followed by a small curse and the footsteps running inside Jimin's room. Seokjin's eyes lingered on the door and he smirked as the door handle began to twist, only for him to quickly crawl into the passageway and shut the door behind himself.

The glow stick illuminated the crawlspace but it didn't make it easier for Jin to breathe in the narrow passageway and through his mask. Seokjin kept the mask on so that he wouldn't breathe in any dust. He dragged his hands and knees along the wooden tiles, causing them to creak and scratch at his skin.

He crawled for a few seconds until finally reaching a large open space at the end of the passageway. The space was incredibly small- a low ceiling that didn't allow him to stand and narrow walls that only allowed a small chair inside of it.

Seokjin pulled himself into the chair before reaching out a shaky hand and pressing down on a few buttons on the panel attached to the chair. Lights immediately turned on in the small space, illuminating the single chair and the four walls wrapped tightly around it. A black computer screen was in front of the chair and a control panel was attached to it.

Seokjin pulled the panel over to himself and began to tap his fingers against it. The computer screen switched on- flicking through all the cameras. Seokjin noticed that most of the cameras had been broken, and the only ones left were on the ones on the road or the ones that had been hidden very well. Seokjin flicked through all of them, momentarily pausing at the camera in the elevator, only to notice that one of the bodies was missing and there were now three girls laying there.

"Oh for fuck sake." Seokjin hissed through a scowl, stopping at the hallway camera. He didn't see either- Minhyuk or Jooheon, nor did he see any other kitty gang members, which made him nervous. Seokjin flipped to another working camera and tried to look at the door that held Namjoon in it. He breathed out in relief after noticing that it was still locked tightly and no one was near it.

"Okay, fuck this." Seokjin breathed out, glancing down at the bleeding wound on his hip before pressing his finger down on one of the buttons.

Seokjin sunk further into his chair and crossed his arms over his chest as he watched smoke slowly fill up the hallways and the empty rooms. The smoke slowly reached the cameras, making it impossible for Seokjin to see anything through them.

"Perfect." Jin murmured, pushing away the control panel and dragging himself out of the chair.

There was another passageway to Seokjin's right, that would lead him into another room. He used the other passageway and dragged himself through the stuffy, claustrophobic space. He reached the end of the passageway and pressed his hands against the wooden door before pushing it open harshly. The door flew open and hit the wall behind it, followed by Seokjin's sharp intake of breath.

He inhaled another lungful of fresh, smoke filled air and pulled himself out of the passageway and into the bathroom. Seokjin pushed off of the ground with a grunt and stumbled over to the bathroom door, all while readjusting his mask and wiping away the sweat resting on his brow. The gas he had released throughout the wooden lodge would make anyone pass out if they inhaled it. The effects could last for about 10 hours and the people won't remember anything that happened in the last 17 hours.

The bathroom door cracked open and Seokjin slipped through it. He fixed the mask on his face, carefully manoeuvring through the foggy hallway and trying to find his way to Namjoon. Seokjin reached the wooden stairs, immediately realising where Namjoon was located and where he had to go. Seokjin slipped past the wooden stairs, noticing that the steps were still inside the wall and that there was a large open space there.

Loud, heavy footsteps ran from the end of the hallway and right towards Seokjin. His head swung around and hand flew down to his gun, but it was already too late. Jooheon slammed into Seokjin, causing them both to fly backwards and topple over the edge of the railing. Wind whipped around them and their stomaches tingled as they flew through the air before slamming into the ground.

Agonising pain shot through Seokjin's body as he slammed into the ground- back first. His breath caught in his throat and back arched off of the ground, followed by a breathless wheeze. His vision went white for a split second and he lost all senses in his body- the only thing he could feel being agonising pain in his back.

The tips of Jin's fingers began to tingle and he could barely feel Jooheon moving on top of him before he rolled off. Seokjin's ears were ringing and head was pounding, his eyes fluttered open, only to be greeted by the blurry face of Jooheon. Seokjin could barely hear himself release a groan of pain as Jooheon grabbed him by his ankle and began to drag his body out of the broken tiles.

Blinking up at the ceiling above him, Seokjin felt himself be dragged into his living room before his leg was released, allowing it to drop back to the ground. His hands laid limply by his sides and everything was fuzzy as he shifted on the floor and slowly rolled onto his stomach. Jin lifted his head and pressed his knuckles against his eyes before pulling them away and blinking away the blurriness around him.

Seokjin could hear Jooheon speaking to him and could see him manoeuvring around him like a predator. He lifted his pounding head and looked up at the Male, noticing that he was wearing a black mask wrapped around his nose and lips. Seokjin's head feel forward and eyes fluttered shut, pain wrapped around his entire body, making it hard for him to focus on anything else. The ringing in his ears didn't stop, nor did the ripples of pain cursing through his bones.

Seokjin barely felt Jooheon crouch down next to him, but when he recognised that the Male was near him, Seokjin swerved around and grabbed him before pushing him against the ground. His vision blurred and movements felt sluggish, yet Seokjin still managed to raise his hand and deliver a punch to Jooheon's jaw before he was pushed off.

Seokjin fell to the floor on his already injured side, causing him to flinch and whimper. He pressed his hand against his bloody side and rolled onto his stomach, slowly coming to his senses as he watched Jooheon stand up and loom over him.

Seokjin ignored the pain in his back and the pounding in his head, and sat up using his elbows. He placed his feet against the ground and crawled away from Jooheon and towards the coffee table. His eyes didn't stray from Jooheon as the male pulled out a gun and pointed it at Seokjin.

"I'm sorry," Jooheon mumbled, placing his other hand on the gun nd hovering his finger over the trigger. Seokjin's eyes were wide and full of hurt- the realisation that his family is coming after him and trying to kill him without doubting anything Jessi said about him, downing on him like a bucket of ice cold water. Jin couldn't believe that not one of them hesitated or questioned their actions, or even asked him about the truth. He couldn't believe that the people he thought he could trust, were the first ones to betray him.

Seokjin's face hardened and he straightened out, making it appear like he had accepted his death, while in reality he just prepared to rip out the gun, resting underneath the table behind him, and shoot Jooheon. Seokjin was sick and tired of trying to save the lives of people that had given up on him so easily, he didn't care anymore.

Jooheon inhaled another shaky breath and placed his finger on the trigger. Seokjin held his breath, but before Jooheon could fire the gun, a pink knife whizzed over Seokjin's head and slammed into Jooheon's throat. Seokjin's eyes widened and hands flew up to his mouth as he watched Jooheon choke on his blood and stumble to the ground. Jooheon fell on the knife, causing it to dig deeper into his throat.

Seokjin stared down at his twitching body in horror and grief, immediately taking back everything he said a few seconds ago. Jooheon was still his family and he had laughed with him at breakfast, watched sunrises with him and snuck out to clubs with him. Seokjin remembered how Jooheon got drunk and told him how he had been nearly drowned by his friend, only to be saved my one of the kitty gang members and be taken in. And now Seokjin was staring down at the blood knife piercing through his throat and the pool of blood underneath his dead body.

Being so shocked and grief-stricken, Seokjin didn't notice the footsteps coming his way or the heavy boots stopping next to him. That is, until the person crouched down and grabbed him by his chin before turning his head around to face him. Seokjin's eyes connected with Namjoon's cold ones and he shivered at the lack of emotion in them.

Namjoon rose a simple brow in return and allowed the corners of his lips to twitch up as he pressed the pad of his thumb against Seokjin's cheek and wiped away his tears. Seokjin watched with tears in his eyes and a wobbling lip as Namjoon brought the wet thumb up to his mouth and placed it into his mouth. Seokjin's nose scrunched up as Namjoon sucked on the thumb without breaking eye-contact with Seokjin before pulling it away and sending him a psychotic smile.

"Salty." Namjoon breathed out- his voice deep and rough, causing Seokjin to shiver and push himself away. Namjoon noticed the small shift and stood up with an eye roll before bending down and pulling Seokjin up roughly.

Seokjin's hissed and stumbled forward, wincing as pain ripped through his body and slammed into the back of his head, "Ah!" He gasped, making Namjoon raise a brow in return.

"What? You want be to carry you?" Namjoon huffed out a chuckle, ignoring the weak punches he received from Seokjin as he bent down and swiped him off the ground, "Sure thing, princess." Namjoon hissed into Seokjin's ear, making him flinch and push agaisnt Namjoon's chest weakly.

"Stop." Seokjin muttered, feeling lightheaded and dizzy. He pressed his hand against his temple and slumped against Namjoon's broad chest. He tried to ignore the swaying as Namjoon carried him throughout the house until he reached the front door.  He could feel how wet the left side of his onesie was and how the back of it was slowly turning wet and cold too. A shiver ran through Seokjin's body, making him shut his eyes and push himself further into Namjoon's warm chest.

"I'm cold." Jin breathed out- his body shivering and lower lip turning blue. He inhaled a lungful of fresh air as Namjoon stepped outside and carried him over to the car.

Namjoon hummed in return and unlocked Seokjin's white Range Rover, throwing the door open and placing Seokjin in the passenger seat, "I'll turn the heater on." Namjoon muttered, reaching into the car and pressing a few random buttons on the control panel. He hoped that one of them was the right one, but as he pressed his hand against the ventilation, he felt warm air coming out of it, "Alright, I'll be right back, have to take care of a few things." Namjoon smirked, not looking away from the wooden lodge as he straightened out and prepared to go back inside to have some fun.

Seokjin's eyes fluttered open after hearing Namjoon speak and he quickly reached out to grab him. He felt incredibly cold and dizzy, not fully comprehending that Namjoon wasn't to be trusted.

"Namjoon." Seokjin breathed out weakly, tightening his grip on Namjoon's shirt, "Namjoon." He repeated until Namjoon turned towards him with an annoyed sigh.

"What?" He questioned, leaning into the car and grabbing Jin by his cheeks. Namjoon smirked and squished his cheeks together, enjoying how his plump lips formed into a pout before Jin licked them and parted them to speak.

"Don't kill them." Jin slurred, barely keeping his eyes open or moving his lips. He swaying while sitting in the seat and wanted nothing more than to shut his eyes, "Please." He whispered, not noticing that Namjoon had leaned towards him and that their faces were inches apart.

Namjoon's lips stretched out into a dark grin and he scoffed out a laugh into Seokjin's face, tightening his grip on Jin's cheeks and leaning even closer to the point where their lips brushed together , "Only if you don't fall asleep." Namjoon whispered, pressing his thumb against Jin's bottom lip and dragging it down harshly before pulling his hand back and allowing Jin's head to roll to the side.

"Oh, well." Namjoon shrugged with a smirk, licking his lips as he eyed an unconscious Seokjin before pushing out of the car and slamming the door shut behind himself.

With a dark, dimply grin and rolled up sleeves, Namjoon walked into the wooden lodge with no weapons.