Love In A Sinking Realm ⊰BTS⊱ Steampunk

CHAPTER 9 ➣ Join The Hunt

After finally reaching the destined wagon, Jungkook barged in announced, and to the utter stupefaction of his brothers.

"Helloooo, gents!" he exclaimed loudly before Yoongi could stop him.

It surely captured their attention when the group of men playing cards, turned their heads startled and one of them drew a revolver out of his inside pocket and fired a shot that was only millimeters away from Jungkook's face. The boy kept smirking unbothered, not even blinking as though nothing was out of the ordinary, and stepped into the cabin. Hoseok and Yoongi froze in terror behind him.

"Hey, hey, hey! Relax! We came to join the party!" he said ironically to a dumbfounded audience, grabbing a glass of unknown beverage and chugging it all down.

Hoseok and Yoongi grimaced with displeasure, but they knew that there was no stopping his fearless and reckless attitude that kept him alive in the underworld all this time. If Jungkook was calm, then they probably should follow his lead.

The train was clearly highjacked from the Winslow Royal Railways, whose stamp was on every object other than the bounty hunters' belongings. Judging by the sumptuous red interior this particular restaurant/bar wagon served as a replacement for the regular sleeping quarters of the former workers, with red leather coverings on chairs and walls, silk curtains, a rich carpet, and gilded decorations. Greed was seemingly at work here.

On one of the dining tables, Hoseok noticed the flier of the bounty on Y/N, himself, and his brothers. The number five hundred thousand was stamped in bold red italics, and the "Gold Currency of the Eastern Empire" under it, so they could stand out over every other information. Not that anyone cared about anything else except for those five consecutive zeros, and the gold of course.

Hoseok clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, his hate for the Emperor and all of the bounty hunters ignited in his mind, and the idea that he had to pretend that he also craved for it, simply revolted him.

"Who the hell are you, bloody wankers? Gave me a start!" cried one of the men, his face as red as a tomato from the intoxication.

Jungkook scoffed as Yoongi sat at a table next to the trio of bounty hunters, with his calm demeanor always serving him loyally, observing them with his narrow cat eyes.

"How the hell did you get on board?" shouted the other with genuine agitation.

"We knocked on the door like civilized people," joked Jungkook sarcastically, while sitting next to his brother, "How do you think we got in? We're criminals, like you, we don't knock on doors, we barge in."

"But the train is moving!" said the red hunter stupidly, too lazy to process it.

"We hopped up, dah!"

Hoseok moved carefully and sat alone opposite his brothers. His gaze instantly landed on the moving landscape. The thin veil of the morning mist gently floating above the ground, the sun rays stretching from behind the hills and mountains, announcing the melody of a rare sunny winter morning. The beauty of traveling by train which was so easily disregarded by their troubled minds still endured even now.

Jungkook leaned in on the middle table, with an excited look, like a dog waiting to be thrown its toy so it can chase after it.

"So what are we hunting?" he asked almost joyfully.

"Didn't you read the flier, you dimwit?" replied one of the men.

"All I read was that giant, juicy '500.000' on it," the boy said with a pout.

Hoseok and Yoongi exchanged an intent look.

He's good...they both thought.

"Hah! Me too!"