Investment

Without Armour

A/n: I'll use lots of my fav dialogues and excerpts from SOC books bc I'm just a sap like that, okay. Leigh Bardugo did an outstanding job for us love saps to survive and cry on.

Another successful heist.

Although Taehyung was pretty much against this heist, not wanting to attack Íhaldssja after the Fjerda ordeal but Seokjin somehow convinced him, saying he would love him somewhat equal to waffles then. As much as Taehyung pretended to be weirded out, nobody could deny how much he was willing to turn the world opposite for Seokjin.

Hoseok was playing cards with Jimin, demanding a kiss on cheek flirtingly from Jeongguk everytime he won. Unfortunately for him, he didn't win a single one in the past couple of hours.

"Guys, let's celebrate. Oh, and Yoongi's paying later, by the way," Seokjin suddenly spoke up, his mouth full of crackers as he caught every one's attention.

"I'm guessing he doesn't know about this?" Jeongguk quietly pipes up.

"He threw my bag on the damned Olafur and it had my stolen Klenät."

"Fair enough. We're getting 70 million kruge anyways."

♤♤♤

Bangtan, the ship, was heading towards Ketterdam.

It was evening already.

Yoongi was sitting near the window, his eyes set out into the sea. The sky was slowly descending to the hues of orange as the ship steadily sailed on. The door to his cabin was open too, letting in the breeze.

The crows downstairs were in chaos, especially with Jimin visiting. And they deserved it too. They all worked hard. Seokjin drained himself too much multiple times in the span of a week since he was the only Heartrender. Despite constant complaints, Taehyung fought his way to the motel with a bullet in his arm to inform them about the new dangerous Grishas on the military placement. Without Jeongguk and his bombs, they might have never escaped the Svarta Hall. Jimin's sharpshooting saved them all during the attack in the same hall.

And then his Wriath.

Without him, they all probably couldn't even have made it out of Íhaldssja alive.

"Namjoon."

The boy in purple opened his hood with a small smile. Yoongi didn't turn around. He always knew when he was there. Namjoon didn't smell like anything for someone to know– no one ever figured out how he could sneak up on someone possibly without them noticing. Namjoon was silent. Almost too silent even when he scaled buildings and walked in a place where even a pin drop would be heard.

But not for Yoongi. He always knew.

Yoongi knew that it was the Suli even when he first sneaked up on him in the menagerie when he was merely 16 and Namjoon was 15.

Yoongi just saw a kid, skin a blazing light bronze and eyes a dark brown, almost black. His blackish brown hair was slicked back in a messy-neat way, making him look like a small bud of flower.

The lynx.

That's what he was called there. His body was adorned with a sheer purple cloth that his exposed shoulder revealed painted spots on his collarbones. His dragon eyes were lined with kohl, giving away a feisty yet innocent image. Yoongi's eyes followed his right hand that was scratching lightly at the peacock tattoo on the inside of his left forearm. The young boy was dressed to look exotic.