"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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Yoongi had spat in the ground below his parents feet, quivering on the ground.
His father's eyes narrowed menacingly, and his mother only snarled, ashamed and horrified by her son. He understood how they felt. They were disgusted by him. They hated him, and he hated them right back.
"I'll kill you," his father breathed in rage. "One day." He grinned waveringly, the older man's wrinkled hands trembling with a mix of adrenaline and anticipated delight. "They won't suspect it. They know your violent history. I can say it was an accident. Self-defense."
"Fuck you." He spat again.
"You shouldn't have done that." His father frowned, and all of a sudden he was struck all over his body as he shrieked. His body, his childlike teenage body, just now entering the joys of adolescence, was used and prepared to endure the day's beatings and bruises. Because to Yoongi's father and mother, that's all he was; a punching bag. It's practically what he was born for. He was an only child after all.
He gasped for air as a manly, mangled hand grips tightly around his throat with white knuckles. His fingernails, scarred from anxious biting, claw at his grip; it's no use. A low rumbling hummed in his eardrums, as he gradually succumbed into unconsciousness.
His parents were good-for-nothing, heroine-addicted gamblers. He was sure that at one point they were good people, but frankly, he no longer acted to indulge himself in such fantasies.
His lips parted dryly, eyes fluttering closed. One day, he'd start taking jobs out on Seoul's streets. He knew he couldn't get by any other way. There's no way an unwanted kid like him could ever hope of getting to college. The best he could do was take on jobs, anything and everything, kill his God awful abusive parents once and for all, and get the hell out of this city. One day he would . . . One day.
The rumbling grows louder, until it's nothing at all.
You gasp with a start.
What is happening? You trip over your own feet, the floor rumbling under your stance. An earthquake or —?
No. W.R.A.I.T.H.
"They found us!" Taehyung hollers. He bursts out of the room, the hotel crumbling before you as the wooden door falls to the floor in misty dust clouds. You cough, squinting your once-widened eyes. This is it. W.R.A.I.T.H is here. The government is here. They've had enough. They've come to rid of you once and for all.
No, you haven't come all this way for nothing. You're going to avenge your little sister Seulgi and fix her, save the captured women and President Diggory and her daughter, and find your mother when all of this is over. 'I can't die. Not yet.'
Face strewn up into determination, you follow Taehyung out of the petite bedroom into the glowing haze of the hotel room. Jungkook searches aorund for you hurriedly, running up to your aid, but you brush him off. Yoongi's paler than ever, the hotel trembling in disdain and groaning and moaning all around all of you.
