"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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"Hey," Seokjin calls out. The raven-haired medic jogs up to a blond. "Yoongi, right?"
He didn't need to ask his name — Seokjin already knows of Yoongi, or at the very least, has heard of him.
The assassin stares mindlessly at his glass of champagne, swirling it around as if in a daze. His brown cat-eyes observe the liquid, as if divulging into its contents and picking out every element it contains.
Seokjin raises his brows. He seems very observant. And quiet.
Yoongi looks up to Seokjin, hand lowering his glass his his thin, pink lips part. He replies slightly condescendingly, "Yeah?"
'So this is the guy who saved my sister,' Seokjin thinks. 'When we setup her capture, it's not like she was gonna be hurt anyway, but he's admirable for it.'
"How well do you know her?" Seokjin questions.
Yoongi raises a brow. Glasses clink and people mingle around them; the party is still lively and glistening with wealth. Indeed, Seokjin feels out of place here, as if he's too poor to be attending this dinner party.
"Who?"
"My sister," the raven-haired medic replies obviously. He tucks his arms over the chest of his clean and crisp tuxedo. Like the other R.I members, his suit is rather plain, but dapper.
When he first saw you in your flowing crimson red dress, he wanted to do as any protective older brother would and slap you to the moon for wearing something so revealing; jokingly, of course, because straight afterward the two of you would laugh it off and hug it out.
He would tell you how proud he was of you, how fascinating it was to see you all grown up. A fully grown woman, and a beautiful one at that.
From the first day the two of you reunited back at the training room, he wanted to run up to you and squeeze you until you couldn't breath. To cry and reminisce on the sweet times the two of you would sneak out from you abusive father and play. The loving memories of laughs and smiles.
But he couldn't do that, he knew. Especially since you held him at gunpoint.
It made the dire situation much worse in knowing what exactly you were pointing at him that day — a Poseida. A lethal weapon made for the Jeon family, that only his fellow member Jeon Jungkook could give to you — and he knows what that means.
"Oh, yeah," Yoongi responds, ruffling his messy blond hair. "Her."
"Why'd you save her that day?" Seokjin asks, almost admiring Yoongi for his bravery and nobility. Well, he isn't naive. He isn't going to blindly worship and trust the man without knowing him. He's just grateful that he could protect you when he couldn't . .
Yoongi freezes, cat-eyes expanding in size. "Taehyung didn't tell you?"
Then it's Seokjin's turn to halt in place. He chews his plump bottom lip nervously.
