"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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"Shit!" Hoseok cries. "They're onto us!"
"Step on it!" Taehyung shouts, constantly and consistently glancing over his shoulder. Occasionally, he'd look out the window to his side, sticking his head out as his dark hair gets all tousled as it whips in the wind. The wind howls as the car jerks from constant diversions and turns. You yelp from behind, holding onto the seats for balanced.
You shriek with laughter.
Hoseok doesn't understand you. Oh, trust me, he's a feminist. A raging one at that. He supports you, admires you from all he's heard about you, and he's glad to have you as a teammate. But he doesn't understand how you can be so carelessly impulsive. He doesn't get how a person can actually find enjoyment in danger.
The only reason he puts himself in danger is for the sake of the women of his country, and in hopes he can get his mother and two sisters back.
Like many other women in the year of 2030, they were abducted abruptly in the night. He was returning after a long, tiresome night, beige-tinted grocery bags in hand as he sauntered along the sidewalk. He dropped the bags in shock to what he returned to.
An empty home.
"Fuck!" Hoseok jerks in his seat, dyed orange hair falling over his face. He clutches the leather steering wheel so tight his knuckles turn white, and he's sure there's residue from his sweat left in the wheel if he were to remove his hands.
How could anyone enjoy this?
His eyes dart at the road, focused solely on it as Taehyung's constantly looks back in fear. Cars blur in lights of orange, yellow, and purple in his vision, smudging together in dashes of illumination as he passes by them speedily. You cover your face in your hands, lengthy obsidian-hued nails pointing off them elegantly as your eyes crinkle in delight. You giggle madly, falling to the side as the car drives unpredictably.
Yeah. You must be insane.
He gulps. When you were first getting in the car at the outskirts of the mansion, you were scared out of your wits. 'Is she bipolar?'
Hoseok suspects he's probably the only sane person in the Resistance of Injustice.
"We're starting to lose them," Taehyung shouts, almost-black brunet hair whipping in the wind as they pass by towering futuristic buildings and wires. The sky is painted indigo overhead, stars freckling the twilight.
"Good," Hoseok breaths.
"This is fun," you giggle, [H/T] [H/C] hair pooling messily around your slender hands in silky strands, curling around your sharp jawline as you tilt your head unconsciously.
Taehyung ignores you, gazing at the tangerine-haired hacker seriously. "How are the others? I haven't heard from them. Have you?"
Hoseok shakes his head, but as if on cue, voices crackle through the car's radio.
