"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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Seokjin watches as Yoongi takes out yet another guard, cutting him up through slashes and stabs from his dual black daggers and grunting as the man falls to the ground dead.
"You don't seem to bat an eyelash killing these men," Seokjin comments harshly, eyesight surveying the two dead bodies lying on the ground, their individual suits and masks torn from Yoongi's daggers; they had encountered more than one guards on their sprint to the computer room.
"Why should I?" Yoongi snaps, clutching his dagger's so tightly his knuckles turn white. "They had it coming."
"I would say I'm surprised," Seokjin goes on, glaring at the assassin. "But I know people like you. People who think their stories are so tragic that it gives them an excuse to not feel at least a sliver of sympathy."
Seokjin means those words — after his bumpy conversation with the blond back at Song's mansion, he's decided upon the state of mind of disliking Yoongi, even after his benevolence in sparing your life before you even arrived at the R.I; though, he only sees it as that. Charity. Humanity, even.
Now he's not so sure it was humanity that lead him to attempting to save your life. Jin is suspicious, and he would not be astounded to assume that he holds an ulterior motive that the medic is not aware of.
He doesn't trust Min Yoongi.
"You must be forgetting the fucking fact that these men I'm killing —" Yoongi snarls, Hoseok watching the two in the middle of the skinny hallway quietly. "— can't even be considered men. They're fucking weasel little bitches like you."
"They have to die," Hoseok clears his throat, anxious eyes scavenging the hallway for the next area they'll head to. "You know that, Jin. They're bad people."
It doesn't help to know that. It's still a life, and it's . . . disappointing. Seokjin hates killing, but he does it anyway. Because there is some people who deserve it. His father included.
"Of course I know that," Jin utters, pronunciation meek. He finds himself unable to speak anything further, completely and regretfully conscious of their positions of truth.
"Let's get going," Yoongi lifts his head, stomping past the dead bodies pouring crimson out on the floor like a bloody mural all over the warehouses concrete.
Seokjin notices begrudgingly of Yoongi's tendency to take leadership, especially when others like Namjoon and Taehyung aren't around. If the situation had been different, Hoseok would be barking out orders and fixating actions, but for now, it's as if the tangerine-haired hacker is on standby.
It's as if Hoseok's studying Yoongi, testing the waters before he decides to jump in.
Though they're all fighting for the same cause, even your own people can betray you for the sake of that same purpose.
