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Chapter 4: Hell

At this prestigious party, guests were dining, dancing, and drinking like teens in their twenties. All were having a good time except for one particularly fine individual. This observant man observed the crowd. He looked to be the type to be a real bore in conversation, and yet I can commemorate him for having an eye for digging for gold (wink wink). I'm not sure what the joke is, but believe me, I am funny; you will get it one day. Or not.

Anyway, this particular individual spotted the necessary cast in this story. The three brothers: Yoonsung, Taeyang, and Jaewon. He knew what they were. But you don't, so I will explain.

They were the Maknae line: Yoonsung: the oldest member of the Maknae line, and the true heir to the great Maknae clan. Taeyang: the brains of the collection who knows how to cypher, and break into anything: offshore accounts, government systems, you name it. Jaewon: the muscle, he was built to slay, and pursue the most challenging enemies of politicians, the clan, and their city. Finally, the most dangerous of them all. Adaptable, strong, and beautiful: Helia.

She was known to be a slaughter machine, she had the brains, and the muscles. The virtually of all the boys put together. She was infamous, but unknown. None knew what Helia looked like, and no one had lived to tell. Other than her siblings, henchman, and Appa, of course. Not until this morning did a single sole know who, or what she was.

Veronica furiously strutted to that observant guy I was just talking about. He lent on the wall, and watched as Veronica's posy tried to keep up with her, but soon lost far behind in the crowd. Veronica however, was focused on what she wanted, like a bull charging towards the red light. However, this man remained unfocused, his eyes dotting around the party. There was one thing on his mind, "why was the Maknae line here? ", and what they wanted. However, it was more about who they wanted.

"I can't believe that bitch," Veronica spat, " Namjoon, I need your help."

"What is it?" Namjoon asked, looking over her head at the crowd.

She glared at Namjoon, "Hyun has a girlfriend," she explained, crossing her arms childishly.

His eyes stopped searching the crowd, blurry in a daze. Hyun didn't date; he loathed love. He was the coldest person he knew, so it made no sense. Namjoon finally looked down at the grumpy young woman, "who is it?" he asked.

Pretending to throw up at the feeling of her name leaving her glossed lips, she gagged, "Helia."

He crossed his arms, closing his eyes in thought to block out the music, "no shit..."

Namjoon was the first to piece together this deadly secret. The girl who assassinated the most innocent lives like she was Lucifer herself. The girl who Hyun kissed. The girl Veronica loathed. That girl is.

Hell.

As soon as he connected the dots, he rushed off, giving Veronica a quick, but friendly pat on the back. Pushing through a forest of people, he was headed straight for Sehun. He needed him. He needed to tell him that the Maknae line was here: All of them.

As he disappeared into the crowd Veronica yelled, "where are you going? !" she was ignorant of the situation, but not for long.

Finally making his way out of the crowd, he rushed into the kitchen just in time to catch Sehun grabbing a beer from the fridge. The cute Sehun cursed to himself as he went on his tippy toes to reach the last beer at the highest shelf. Sehun was so close to grasping the slippery cold bottle, but was quickly undermined. Namjoon reached the bottle before he did, and with ease as well.

Sehun turned around, and looked up with raised eyebrows, upset from the eminent teasing, but curious why Namjoon was panting so heavily, his chest raising up, and down like a marathon runner's.

"You need something, Namjoon?"

"Maknae... line..."

"What?"

Exhausted from running from running from one side of the house to the other, he let out the faintest whisper only Sehun could hear, "they're here. All of them. Including Helia."

He was not surprised, "Oh my god", he gasped, his mouth agape like a fish.

Namjoon glared at Sehun from his response, "we can't tell Hyun Helia is one of them. Trust me," the leader within him spoke.

"Oh, so you were serious."

"I am always serious," Namjoon hit him lightly on the forehead before passing him the beer.

"No shit," Sehun said, popping the bottle open with his thumb, downing the drink, then sighed, "shit," and ending with a hearty burb.

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