Glitter and Gunshots

Jungshook

The table rattled under Yoongi's fist as he brought it down on the table, a few of the pieces from Taehyung and Hoseok's chess game flying right onto the rich carpet.

I sat, feet perched up on the table, pinching the bridge of my nose with one hand, the other hand too busy squeezing the arm of the chair with enough force to crush a skull.

"She's a liability," Yoongi barked, his eyes travelling to each of us in the room. "If we let her stay, we'll loose all trust with the Hwang Tribe. And I do not plan on getting on their bad side."

Namjoon, hands behind him, walked over to the dusty window. He watched the landscape shutter by like flickering photos on a vintage slideshow projector. In the dim lighting from the colorfully covered lamps and the candles littered around the room, his expression was masked. "She was a victim of a bad upcoming, Yoongi."

"She's a murderer," he hissed. "Who worked for the Hwangs of all people!"

Namjoon turned, quirking one eyebrow up. Jin, who'd been leaning against the desk in the corner, averted his attention to our leader.

"Yoongi, you worked for the Hwangs when you said you'd deliver their niece back to them," Taehyung said happily, humming as he continued his game.

Yoongi's glare at Taehyung seemed to set the room back a few degrees. Jimin's eyes met mine, serious and concerned, though it was hard to tell what the rest of his face was signaling since it was shroud in shadow.

Yoongi slowly walked over to Taehyung, then leaned across him to reach Namjoon's pieces. Wordlessly, he moved them, till Taehyung was shrinking back into his seat, shaking with fear.

Yoongi flicked a piece off, then stomped Namjoon's piece down. "Checkmate," he said with a tight-lipped smile.

Then he flipped the board off the table.

I turned away at the scene, shaking my head.

"Yah! Pick that up! You can't just flip over whatever you want to whenever you please!" Jin shouted, stepping forward. "And don't be like that. We all know we have wounds, and just because yours have reopened with the appearance of the Hwangs does not mean you get to forget what we are. Who we are."

Namjoon nodded to himself, then straightened upwards, shrugging his hands in the pockets of his large overcoat. "We never abandoned each other, no matter what happened, no matter what crime we'd been forced to commit, no matter what we'd done to survive." Namjoon paused, gaze flitting between all of us before settling on me.

"It's not time to start judging who's worth it and who isn't now. The Bangtan Boys are at their most powerful, and we almost have enough to have a lifetime saving's worth to let us live luxuriously while being under the radar. Who knows, it might even be fun having the girl with us for a month—Kookie can still become a big boy with her—"

"Hyung, no—" But suddenly I stopped, mouth gaping open. "You mean she could stay?"

Namjoon glanced at Jin, who stepped forward. "I say a month," he said. "A month with us to see if she's fitting as a member of Bangtan."

Hoseok, Tae, and Jimin were all nodding in agreement. Yoongi, on the other hand, had to add something else.

"And if not, we hand her back." His eyes were steel and ice, rushing winds and liquid magma. Almost as dangerous of a combination as the Bangtan Boy's signature glitter and gunshots.

"Fine," Namjoon relented, and a whipped my head back towards our ringleader.

"You—you really mean it?" Shaky hands pushed me out of my chair, raked through my hair.