Heal me // A Jikook Trilogy //

《18》Who We Are

(BTW: Can we agree that JK is totally checking out Jimin in that pic? Cause I sure think he does. Not that I'll judge. We get it. He hot!!)

"You did what?" Jin exclaimed, throwing his hands wide as he stared at Tae in bewilderment and anger.
Meanwhile, the boy only levelled him an unbothered expression and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"I talked to her."

We all let out a long groan.
This was so not like Taehyung.
Sure, he was reckless and wild and pushed us to the brink of panic with his oftentimes crazy ideas that hinted at how little regard he held for his life, but he wasn't irrational.

He did what we all did: follow Namjoon's plan.
Because he had never failed us, never let us astray.
And that trust in him was needed to succeed in our endeavour.
Our safety and lives literally depended on that trust.

What the world saw and heard when BTS was mentioned, was only what we wanted them to believe.
And what we needed them to think.

And once again, it was mostly because of me.
The price for my freedom and salvation.
Because if X-EXO knew what we were truly up to- what power we truly wielded, they would have come for us a long time ago.
Suho would not wait a second before crushing us if he knew what we were doing in secret.
What Namjoon and his little misfits as he liked to call us, were capable of.

We were down in the Black Swan.
A building- the only real building on the camp actually.
It looked like nothing special from the outside, only an abandoned old office, but it hid our greatest secret just behind a painting of a ballerina from the ballet Black Swan.

Our base.

Our true identity, hidden from the world, but most of all: from Suho.

Because we were not a gang of loose, wild teenagers.
We were not lost causes, wasting our life with getting drunk and high.

Sure, we loved to party and let go every once in a while- and trust me, BTS knew how to party, but we had purpose.
Namjoon gave us one.

For even if he gave up his revenge to go after Suho, we did not sit on our asses and let cruel people rule this world.
No.
We went after them.

We were the one's who did not look away.
Who were not okay with the way the world worked.
Who did not want to accept that some had to suffer for other's to be powerful.

We fought against corruption and injustice.
We did what the police of Seoul were either unwilling or too afraid to do.

And we all had our roles to play.
Roles we got to choose ourselves.

Yoongi, was our guy in the chair.
He dealt with all technical obstacles, hacked into every institution, company, facility or private gadgets.
Music might be his passion, but hacking was what he was born to do.
We had seen him do the impossible.
He had given us full access to all police stations in Korea, all the files and the cover ups and the corruption- he found them all.
With him, none of us had to fear getting caught by surveillance cameras or our faces outed to the police.

Hoseok was our eyes and ears in high-society were so many of our cases took place.
The rights and powers these wealthy, entitled people claimed had us pay them regular visits.
He also was our main source if income.
Where Suho dealt drugs to fuel his riches, we had Hoseok.
He was also our sunshine who could make us crack up after another dark, horrible misdeed was uncovered and had to be dealt with.
He lifted our spirits after all the fucked-up things we saw and found out.

Jin was a bit of a jumper, helping here and there, supporting Namjoon in hatching out his plans, decrypt conversations Hoseok had overheard in High-Society and he had been taught many things by Yoongi to support him whenever it was needed.
Yet his main passion was driving.
Driving fast and reckless and like a pro.
No one, not even the police would ever catch us with him by our side and behind the wheel.