Paradise Lost (Season One)

Final Chapter: Paradise Born of Ruin?

It was all out war now. The world against them.

Jungkook had been fully prepared for the stakes to be this high. He was the kind of

man, that didn't back down from any challenge put before him. This situation with the world leaders was bound to happen eventually, the more they oppressed, the angrier people became. Jungkook sped up that process considerably, but that same rage that filled those like him, the oppressed and forgotten, was his entire being. Jungkook didn't want his pups to grow up in this fucked up world like he did. Much to anyone's surprise, Jungkook's motives for all of this were rooted in love of all things. Jungkook had a desire to see the current world burn to the ground and the phoenix of rebirth would emerge from the ashes and give not only his pups, but all of those beaten down to stand up for themselves. Odd motivation for a villain perhaps, but it was his reason for all of this.

Jungkook let out a sigh, his breath taking on small puffs of steam as it hit the cold

air around him. Slowly opening his eyes as he stared up at the darkened sky overhead as the wind whipped about his form, was refreshing. The smell of burnt flesh and gunfire, the stench of blood and death took over his senses and Jungkook lowered his head as his view panned out to the aftermath of the military's attempt to stop him. The once green grass of the White House was now stained red with blood and decorated with bodies. Some of his own men, but mostly those of the military and police force. Jungkook's eyes slowly traveled over the area and then he tilted his head as he slipped an unlit cigarette in between his lips. Closing his eyes as he reached around in his pocket for his lighter, he paused when he heard the click of one and opened his eyes as he glanced to the side.

Met with Taehyung's familiar grin, Jungkook stared at the other for a moment

before he tilted his head in the other's direction and let Taehyung light up his cigarette. Taking a long drag as he pulled away and turned his gaze forward. Taehyung folded his arms behind his head as he looked out at the scene as well.

"You know, they will be on guard now." Taehyung said.

Jungkook pulled the cigarette from between his lips, blowing out the smoke as he

frowned and flicked the ash from the end of it.

"I know." Jungkook said.

"Surprising them, having a successful plan, will be damn near impossible."

Taehyung said as he walked closer to the edge.

"I know." Jungkook said, slipping the cigarette back in between his lips and taking

another long drag.

Taehyung set his hands on the edge, leaning over it as he looked out at the beautiful

remains of the massacre. The wind shifting his long, shaggy locks about his face as he wet his lips with his tongue.

"It doesn't change anything. Doesn't change the plan, right?" Taehyung asked.

Jungkook glanced to the side at Taehyung as their gazes met when Taehyung turned

his head in the other's direction.

"Nothing has changed. We will deal with the obstacles as they come." Jungkook

said.

The two of them looking back out at the carnage. Jimin stood in front of the window

as he stared out at the scene. Raising his hands and locking his fingers as he pressed his joined hands against his chest and lowered his eyes. Jimin knew going into this, that it would mean the difference between life and death. But Jimin had decided a long time ago that this was the path he wanted to walk; whatever path allowed him to stay at Jungkook's side. So, despite it all, Jimin was determined to see this through until the end. Only time would tell where it led him. Jimin closed his eyes and lowered his head, his mind flashing to Soojin and Ywan. This was all for their future, their tomorrow. Jimin glanced back up as he let out a sigh and then allowed a smile to cross his lips. Jimin would do anything to protect his family.

Even ruin paradise.