Book 2 : BTS 👀, Skz🥰, Ateez✨

Rank 2.1: Anger

I advise people who read this story to first read Rank 1.

If I could kill them, only if my wish to kill them was answered. I look at the huge screens that display the ball of the Butterflies. I look around me and there is nothing but misery. A misery that had grown with the death of Melody Prim. Our golden goddess who wanted everyone to be equal.

"Come on, Eleanor." My brother pushed me forward as we were carrying another delivery for one of those luxurious hotels.

Today was memory day. The day where Melody Prim's death was honored by the ball of Butterflies. It was idiotic. She would have hated it. I touch my neck, the hidden butterfly mark burning me stronger than ever. I had infiltrated the slums and regularly made report to her. I was working directly under her, but she was the only one knowing my existence.

"We still have time Soobin. They are probably drunk." I look at my brother. Who is a Circle. A middle-class ranker. That should have been at least sat in an office with his qualifications. However, since the new laws had appeared...Circles were forbidden to go to public universities. Forbidden to get jobs at companies where Butterflies were employed.

"We should still hurry up." He grabs my hand, and we begin trotting at a slow pace.

"Soobin." I called out as we arrived in front of the building "What do you think she would have said?" I whispered as I look at the picture of her laughing. Melody Prim had died at 28 years old. The golden link had not been there early enough to save her. I was 19 at that time. I was now 22 years old.

"She would have cried." Soobin rings the doorbell and the man let us in at first before grimacing.

"The unmarked, outside." He said as if he saw filth.

"Yes sir." I bowed. It wasn't unusual. Soobin had been taking a lot of risk by walking around with me, but he had never left me. When I had gotten a job with Melody Prim, I also discovered my butterfly mark. It was on my lower back, not on my neck like the usual marks were. It had been identified as a real one by experts.

"If they knew." Soobin tightens his grip on my hand, but I don't care. I see the people as they really are this way. It's better than being in a fake world.

I walked outside in the rain and waited for him. I enjoyed watching the Circles walking on the sidewalks, some happy and other sad. No Butterfly in sight. I looked again at the Billboard. This time it was a picture of the 8 soulmates. I had never seen them in real life. The oldest one, Kim Seokjin was now 36 years old. His face had not changed since the first time I saw him.

"Move!" I was pushed on the ground roughly as guards made way. I slowly sat up, my shoulder burning from crashing on the concrete. I looked at the men walking: Jeon Jungkook and Kim Namjoon looked terrifying. Their Butterfly mark had turned a darkish red instead of the usual black.

"Are you okay?" Soobin rushed outside as he helped me up.

"Pricks." I gritted as I brushed the dirt off.

"Be respectful, they could hear you." Soobin ushers as he puts a hand on my mouth.

"I don't fucking care." I looked at the Butterflies passing. Jungkook had gotten his mark after Melody's death and so did Hoseok. Unmarked according to their stories, but according to my research it had been due to a mark removal. I clench my fist.

"Mel would have hit them all." I look away "For being so freaking self-centered."

"Eli. Enough. Let's go." Soobin grabbed my arm and began walking.

"Stop right here." I don't recognize the voice, but the power in it I do. I turn around to see Namjoon standing a few meters away.

"Were you working for Melody?" He asks. I can hear the pain in his voice. Loud and clear.