Bᴜʟʟᴇᴛᴘʀᴏᴏғ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ: a 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝗮 & 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝖬𝖺𝖿𝗂𝖺 𝖠𝖴

ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ 2：ʀᴀɢᴇ

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ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ :: 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁

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Yoongi stalked down the main avenue of Hansu, the darkness of the night burned away by the tongues of flame flickering up into the skies. Main Street burned around him. Those still alive fled in any direction that wasn't towards the Boss and the two men at his side, screams and sobs echoing against the burned out shells and husks of the buildings, apartments, and shops that remained. Blood trickled freely down the gentle slope of the sidewalk, flooding into the prettily-manicured gardens and landscaped patches of grass.

The limp corpses of civilians littered the doorways of shops and buildings, casting stark shadows against those lucky enough to be alive and running. Suga's eyes snapped to a young boy kneeling next to the motionless body of his mother, pulling at her hand as tears and snot ran down his bloody face. The corner of the mafioso's lip rose -- whether in regret or amusement, though, none could tell. The faltering, jumping light of the fires made it difficult to tell what was behind the man's eyes. He whisked passed the child, the heels of his heavy boots falling loudly against the scorched and sooty pavement. He glanced at the tall figure next to him.

"Search every building. Bring anyone who knows anything straight to me," Suga said, his voice low amid the cacophony of chaos, flame, and fear. "Someone here knows where Deok Sul and his men scurried off to; Hansu was their base of operations. I'll be damned if I let him slip away again."

"Sure, Boss," his assassin said, dark eyes worried, anguished. "But is all this," Jungkook swept his hand over the landscape of blood and fire, "really necessary? They respected us before, now they're utterly terrified."

"Good," Suga replied, the glowing flames reflected in his cold, apathetic eyes, "I want them afraid. I want them terrorized. I want them wringing their hands and clutching their hearts when I walk by. I gave them two chances to come forward and bring me the information I want. They made the decision not to." His gaze trailed over the dozens of bodies he'd left in his wake. "So let them reap their rewards."

Jungkook shared a concerned glance with J-Hope, but neither said anything in return. With nothing further, Yoongi turned sharply on his heel and slipped his blood-crusted hands into his pockets. He stalked away from the fires and screams, the smoke burning his nose. He felt the iron vice grip around his heart click ever tighter, closing off his humanity a sliver more. His dark eyes trailed upwards to the night sky, embers floating towards the distant stars.

He would cut a bloody path through the entire Three Cities if he had to. And damn the consequences or the blood on his hands.

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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ:: ...oof. I think we broke him last book. ◡ ⌓ ◡ ♥