ANGEL MASK

Part 3

"Daddy!" A little boy, not older than seven years old exclaimed, running towards the man.

His round eyes filled with confusion when he saw the bloody and bruised sight. "Oh." Minho gasped, holding his child in his arms despite the pain. It'd been months since.

"Are you a superhero daddy? Is that why you have those scratches and colors on your face?"

"No." Minho struggled to speak, holding the boy closer when Yoongi's men surrounded them, heavy, loaded guns in their grasp.

"Dad?" He whispered. "What's happening? "Why is mommy on the floor with that scarf in her mouth?" Minho only shushed him, pecking him on his cheek "It's okay, it's okay." He muttered, "Just lo -"

"That's enough. Get them on their knees." Yoongi demanded.

"No, no, please! Please!" Minho's wife desperately implored through the scarf on her mouth, her hair a bird's nest, but yet untouched.

The little boy was taken from his grasp by Jungkook, placing him behind his body when Minho attempted to take him back. Soon, he was grabbed from behind and shoved roughly to the concrete ground.

"Please, please just let - let my son go, at least him, he's just a little kid for fucks sake!" Minho yelled, his anger and desperation increasing when Yoongi did not glance his way. He was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any second. Soon, he freed himself from the grasp of the man, and managed to land his fist against Yoongis' face.

Although Yoongi lost his balance, he didn't lose that cocky grin that seemed to be stuck to his mouth. He licked his lips, feeling the tiny cut on the corner of his lip. "Who would've thought you had it in you Choi." He snickered, glaring as Minho was hauled off the ground and placed, once again, next to his wife. "Jungkook? The boy too."

Jungkook's face remained stoic just as always, but his eyes spoke.

Please don't make me do this.

Despite the life he lived, Jungkook insisted on holding onto humanity, no matter how little there was left.

What Yoongi was planning to do wasn't human.

It was evil and monstrous and it churned his stomach like never before.

But it was when Yoongi raised his eyebrow and cocked his head to the side that Jungkook understood that he did not have a say in the matter.

It was an order.

Jungkook shut his eyes when the child looked around, confusion clear in his eyes when he was gently told to follow in his parents footsteps.

"It's okay. Just look straight ahead." Minho muttered, holding in his cries.

And then three gunshots rang simultaneously, just as the birds flew away in fright.