IDOLS 2 [ BTSMOO ]

two

two: i know what you did

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"tell me what happened."

hyejin had finally calmed down, hands clasped together after chugging down a glass full of water. she wasn't able to keep any eye-contact, shaken at the given news.

they are dead.

the ones that've trained them for so long is no longer here.

sighing softly, seokjin muttered.

"i'll tell you everything."

and he did.

it was all blackness.

then it turns to light.

he gasps loud, looking around at the private emergency room of the abandoned headquarters of theirs, looking at his hands full of blood before frowning. he checked his upper body, hand landing into the wounded part near his chest now cleaned up and treated.

hoseok have missed his shot.

seokjin looks around, noticing the eerie silence of their abandoned place. he stood up, grunting from the pain in his chest from the wound. had he been asleep for a long time? he walks limply into the papers piled in the table.

headline: mamamoo and bangtan sonyeondan is guilty

headline: congratulations, kim chanyoung!

his eyes went wide, frowning. "chanyoung already won." he looks up, sunshine searing a path through the curtains. he then looks into more papers.

headline: kim seokjin from bts is dead?

headline: jung hoseok is the new modern hero.

he points his tongue at the roof of his mouth, chuckling sarcastically. "the new modern traitor?" he blinks, only to be interrupted with a knock on the door.

"oh, you're awake?"

he squinted his eyes, frowning. "what the fuck are you doing here?" he turns, only to wince in pain when he forced his body. "don't move too much, it's still fresh." the woman replied, as seokjin hisses. "where were you when our group collapsed?" he glares at her, adding.

"you've never failed to disappoint me since 2016, dahee." he hisses, holding up his wound. dahee panics, muttering. "i'm in the new head quarters." she grabs the papers, mumbling. "are you hungry?" she asks him out of concern.

"what new head quarters?" he asks once more, ignoring dahee's question. dahee purses her lips, whispering. "planning through it."

his eyes went wide. "what do you mean?"

"hoseok has been communicating with them ever since." dahee replied easily, hearing him grunt. "the rest of my group is imprisoned, and that's- how you reply!?" seokjin threw the rest of the papers into dahee's, as she gasps. "jin, if you don't calm down- you'll collapse!"

"i don't fucking care. how the hell have you allowed that to happen-" he was cut off when the door opens once more, revealing a nurse. "we were kidnapped." dahee whispered, cutting him off completely.

"huh?" just in time, it was time for him to get his wounds treated for a faster recovery, while the elder woman eplains.

"it was the time before casino," she started, grimacing softly when she saw the wound from jin's chest after hoseok's hit. jin was about to speak, before grunting softly as soon as the cotton swab gets damped in his wound.