Red Lips Always Lie vol.3 [Bts fanfiction]

𝚇𝚇𝚅𝙸

Alec's P.o.v:

          Placing a cup of chamomile tea on the table, I kissed Magnus's temple and I tensed up when he sighed, almost annoyed. I flinched. I've never seen him so stressed before. Biting my lower lip, I hesitated, but walked away from him eventually. I stopped in my tracks to recalculate my route and stretched my hand towards him, but shook my head and turned around again. He sighed and leaned on the table.

Magnus: I appreciate, Alexander. Thank you!
Alec: You're welcome, Magnus!

          I said and clenched my jaw as I strolled towards one of the big windows. I didn't want to distract him, but I didn't want to sit around doing nothing either. I wanted to help him. In any way I could.
          Parting the unfamiliar looking curtains, I peeked at the sky, a void opening inside my stomach when I noticed the darkness which was thriving across it. The sun had been suffocated by this curse which didn't let us sleep at night. It felt like a nightmare. It looked like a nightmare. And, what was worse, was that we didn't know how to wake ourselves up from it. We didn't even know if we could wake up from it.
          Sighing, I covered the windows again and felt the material of the curtain rough under my touch. I didn't like this place, but Magnus insisted that we should wait for the warriors there, since it would be easier for them to find it among dimensions, to anchor themselves in the familiar sight and fill themselves with courage. I hoped he was right. About them. I hoped that they were the heroes that this bleeding world was desperately looking for. The change. I hoped that they could change our fate. Rewrite it. If not with a pen, then with a sword.
          Namjoon, the owner of the building Magnus was slowly transforming into a military base, descended the stairs slowly, frowning at the bunch of maps which were covering the huge table we moved in the middle of the hall.

Namjoon: What do you say, old man? *he smirked* Want to make a little bet that this world will be nothing but ashes by the time your heroes finally decide to play their roles?

Vale's P.o.v:

          Squeezing myself into a small storage room, I shuffled in a hurry through all the things that were stacking the shelves. I needed to find janitor clothes. We needed those clothes if we wanted to get out of this Hell hole without getting arrested. Swearing underneath my breath, I pushed a bunch of bleach bottles to the side and stretched my hand forward, gasping when I felt a rough material under my fingertips.

Taehyung: Baby, did you find anything? We don't know how long it will take them to fix the cameras.
Vale: Chill, darling. They probably don't even know that the cameras don't work.
Taehyung: *he scoffed* Do they even care about the inmates' safety? What if we were serial killers?
Vale: *grunting, I stretched further* They wouldn't care even if you were Jack the Ripper reincarnated. They wouldn't give one damn. They just want their money.
Taehyung: *he crossed his arms above his chest* Sons of bitches.
Vale: Bingo!