Sempiternal: •D.E.A(live).D• || BOOK 4#

29. Suspicious movement

"They're fucking sons of bitches-"

"Shhh, don't get your mouth so dirty, kissing you like that is hard."

Yoongi drops to the floor, sore and with the feeling that his whole body is tingling. Today Jungkook is not out to fetch construction materials requested by the workers, in addition to other needs that urge his specific presence. He is the craziest when it comes to getting into places and being immune, everything went well in the investigations.

Because of all this, Hoseok is in charge of his personal training. Truth be told, it's been business as usual these days: strength and muscle building with Jungkook, stretching, flexibility and movement with Hoseok. Having only Hoseok, he feels even worse. I'd say he has sympathy for him thanks to Jungkook destroying him before his sessions.

Without the mastodon of Maknae to wear out, he just has to deal with the dancing tyrant.

"You're doing well," Hoseok assures him with a smile, crouching to the side. "I'll leave you alone today from now on for your effort. A lot you complain, but you're doing so well."

Yoongi grumbles under his breath at the pair of chest slaps. He stares at the ceiling for a few moments. It's strange how these days he hasn't felt much discomfort despite the exercise he does. As if the effect it has on him is actually a positive one. He doesn't feel sad, he doesn't even have the horrible sensation of being devoured little by little at a tormenting rhythm.

It's...

Curious.

Very curious.

And good. He likes it to be good.

~ * * * ~

The sound of a gunshot makes everyone in the dining room go silent. It was too obvious, giving away that it was a sniper. Namjoon wipes his mouth and instantly gets up to go see what it is. Jin asks everyone to hurry and some of them go straight to turn off the boilers and lights, as a precaution against any great danger. The constructions will take time and for the moment, their barrier is not so strong.

Keeping their guard up is the best they can do.

Namjoon arrives with the sniper still looking through the scope of his rifle. He has a somewhat small cabin, but enough to spend time guarding. As well as being a well-protected space in case of being attacked.

"What's going on?"

"A person was approaching strangely" enunciates the older man, someone who was a veteran in the military and doesn't care about anything but a place to sleep and a place to eat. "He has a concealed rifle and I didn't think to let him get any closer."

"Any report?" questions Namjoon looking through binoculars.

"He must be about to arrive." enunciates the man in a low voice.

The two guards at the entrance go to check and don't delay to take the communicator to give the news:" It was a live person sir. He has an assault weapon, a couple of grenades and a communicator. Shall we take it?" Namjoon gives an affirmative and even while watching, the pair can take a little time. One of them takes something extra.

"I'll ask them to bring you something to eat. Don't stop supervising, please."

"What's to eat?"

"We were able to make Bulgogi."

"Make it a big plate."

Namjoon laughs and nods, they can make the exception.

. . .