"Power to the women who are venom."
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A rivalry between a secret anti-government organization and its deviant counterpart; will seven boys and a girl lead justice to be served?
2034 has brought upon the presidency of Allison Diggory, a woman both l...
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"Wake up."
The sound of Jungkook's voice echoes throughout the murky cell, your head throbbing as you slowly come back to the land of consciousness. Yoongi lay wide awake on the other side of the cell, hands folding over his lap as he shoots glares at Jungkook. You groan, holding your head as Jungkook opens the metal door wide open for your exit.
You force yourself up, unable to think straight as Yoongi tentatively stands up to his feet. You saunter out of the door, Yoongi's footsteps tapping behind you before the metal door shuts in a slam.
Jungkook catches up with the two of you, walking as to where he is a few steps ahead of you. He wears that same technical outfit as before, buckles and harnesses all over the attire and all the same color: black. Florescent hanging lights flicker annoyingly and brightly in your vision as you walk. Remembering the four men from the previous night and their matching outfits, you wonder if the clothing choice is unique to members of the R.I.
Deciding to finally speak on your burning questions, you breath deeply, still tired.
"Jungkook," you start, catching the bodyguard's attention. He gives you a crazy look, and you raise a brow. "Yeah, that's your name right? Jungkook. Hey, what's up with your suits? Never seen anything like it."
At first, you think his silence means he won't answer you, but the second his voice cuts through the air, you realize he is. "Jeon. Jeon Jungkook."
Jeon.
The infamous surname echoes in your head a million times, over and over again.
Gulping, you nod, facing forwards as he goes on.
"You know about medical boosters, right?"
"You mean those things made for people with severe deficiencies?" you respond, remembering how your father had one for his depression. You try to not think about him anymore, heart pinching at the thought of the man. "They attach them to your body, right?"
Jungkook nods. "The public only knows of the boosters made for medical shit. But in the black market, they sell different types of special boosters."
"Different types?" you repeat, crossing your arms.
"Yes, like for physical and mental advantages," Jungkook says. He thinks for a moment, expression turning dark, but it goes away as soon as you see it. "Like . . . steroids."
Yoongi peers over from next to you to watch as Jungkook lifts up his wrist, showcasing a small screen attached to his forearm. It glows a solid green, patterns of circuits and spindles swirling around on the device as you stare at it. On the side of the mini device is a black border, and on the black border are two buttons, one red and the other black.
"This is a special drug I can inject in my system that boosts my physical strength immediately," Jungkook mutters a bit. "Taehyung snatched it for me. We all have one, but for different purposes. Mine is designed for my position in the R.I and is ideal for tough missions."
