19. Cup of Tea
Author P.O.V
"That mother fucking bastard!" Jimin growled as he rushed into the car followed by Beyol.
"I know right, and these dead asses are not picking my calls, the line is dead" Beyol hissed, aggressively tapping on her phone.
"It can be because of the clouds, it's gonna rain hard and things will be extremely messy" jimin glanced at the dark grey sky, which today seemed a slight shade of red.
Meanwhile at the Kim Headquarters
Today everyone was staying at the headquarters, so just in case something went down they would be ready.
"oh, this one pretty!" jungkook stared at shiny balls in awe, one hand extending towards them.
"For the hundredth time, stop touching the thermonuclear bombs! Jungkook!" Hoseok spat angrily at the boy, who quickly extracted back his hand, "I swear to good yoongi is rubbing on him" hoseok continued annoyed.
"who moved my c4? I just reorganized, they should be between burner phones and the det-cords" Jin looked in his Almera, wearing blue silk pajamas and his silky raven hair a mess.
"Leaving aside that you alphabetically-organized your weapon closet, you used your last c4 proving that you could break into an unbreakable safe" Namjoon stated matter of fact as he peeked from his favorite book, The art of war.
"oh right, That was fun. Use the money I won off the bet and buy me more C4" jin closed his almera back, shuffling to the black velvet couch.
A loud bang was heard, catching the attention of the 5 min in the room
"what the hell kind of nice was that?" namjoon stood up oblivious.
"I sneezed" Taehyung looked up from his game.
"That was NOT a sneezed" Hoseok clarified.
That very second a man in violet uniform entered, yes, violet. initially, jin wanted the new uniform to be a unique shade of pink or red, but then it was decided it will be violet.
"Sir, We are surrounded". He spoke catching his breath.
"Great! we can attack in any direction!" Taehyung chimed standing up too.
"Shut up taehyung!" jin hissed, "actually invite their leader for a cup of tea, alone, weaponless" he continued
"A-Alright sir" the man agreed hesitantly.
"tea? seriously jin?" namjoon asked.
"Yeah, we can't risk Beyol and jimin are still out," Jin spoke unbuttoning his pajamas and urging others too, and asked them to change in their combat safe attire.
.......
Hyunjin arrogantly entered the yellow-lit living room, eyeing the crystal chandelier, Arabian carpet, cloudy sofa, crystal clear table, the ginormous flat screen, honey-sweet scented fireplace, expensive and elegant decoration, jealous- bitter smile curving his lips.
Placing his arrogant ass on the sofa, crossing his right leg on his left.
within a few seconds, namjoon and seokjin were downstairs in Armani formal wear. Standing in front of him.
"OH, Hyun-jin, You know it takes a very special kind of idiot to pull what you just did." jin sat in the big sofa chair across from the addressed man.
with that a 3 cups Scottish tea were served, hyujin eyed the cup served to him, namjoon noticed him,
"don't worry, kid, poisoned tea would be a really easy and peaceful death for you" namjoon spoke, giving a thin smile.
"We have surrounded-" Hyun-jin was cut off by a knife in his foot.
The front door slammed open, and jimin and beyol stood there with a furious gaze, fire radiating from them.
"huh, I am not very sure about that" jimin smirked.
"you Lil bitch, you are bleeding on my carpet!" Seokjin hissed.
Hyun-jin rolled growling on the carpet.
"where are yoongi and Myra" namjoon gritted his teeth
"in a trench" Hyun-jin spat.
"tch- peasants~ peasants~" jin sang.
"you know what, let's meet at yonsang ground in an hour, sharp, far from the city, and have a civilized war?" with that three fighters followed jin back to the meeting quarters, while The Phantom's men threw Hyun-jin away.
..
yoongi was tied up in the darkroom with barely any light, his bareback shining with sweat and blood, hands tied up to the side with a rope, his chest coved with black and blue and red, his left cheek had a cut, it seemed fresh as blood dripped from it and he hissed in pain, Myra had fainted for almost a day now, his mind was ticklish about that.
All yoongi could think was freeing and running into beyol's arms, it has been 4 days since the kidnapping, four freaking days, he knew seokjin won't let both of them go like a coward, but he really needed them, his eyes were getting hazy, memories with beyol, with guys, were flashing and echoing in his ears, some minutes his heart would accelerate some minutes it would be drop dead, no, he was not afraid of facing death but for the death to face him.
In the game of life and love;
Sometimes we win,
Sometimes we lose,
Either way, we should always keep playing.
icy air swirled in circles on his skin with his hot maroon blood and pinching pain.
With collecting his final bits of energy he wrapped his fingers around the rope clutching them with his dear life, with a final look at Myra he turned forward again pulling both ropes inwards and breaking with a snap, and falling on his knee caps making a stomach-churning snap.
his chest heaved, glancing at his red palms, he hooded over the cell phone that the men had forgotten in the corner, smirking with a little blood dripping from the cut on his cheek, wiping with the back of his hand, he stood up, moving for a little water right next to the phone first.
"taehyung-ah" yoongi breathed on the call.
"yoongi hyung!?" taehyung juped on the other end.
"listen-" yoongi hissed as the phone's battery ran out
damn it
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His Beloved Gun | MYG
Fanfiction"oh Look at those babies..." yoongi cooed. "can you stop talking about assault riffles the same way you talk about kittens and puppies" .. blood and war are just catalogs of love and blunders. Published- March 2022 ~i make my own book covers~
