Different {completed}

10

~Yoona Point of View~

The eight of us were sat in the living room.

Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok were seated on the three seater sofa, I was in the single seater, Jimin and Taehyung were huddled on the two seater sofa and Jungkook was sat cross legged on the floor resting against Taehyung's legs.
Whilst everyone else wore a neutral expression, Namjoon and Yoongi wore one of worry - eyebrows furrowed, biting of lips.

"So...?" Jimin started, clearly eager to know the reason behind the little meeting. Namjoon glanced at Yoongi who gave a little nod, and turned to face us. Well, me.

"Yoona."

"Hm?" I sat up straighter in my seat, an uneasy feeling settling in my stomach. This didn't sound like it would be good news...

"Well... I guess it's time for you to know more than you do at present." He stood up from his place, running a hand through his hair.
"The reason you're being trained everyday is because a war is approaching. You know this, correct?"

I gulped but nodded.

"So it's time for you to know who is behind it."
Namjoon's frown became even larger, and I knew this wouldn't be a pleasant story.

"It started exactly 4 years ago. Exactly 4 years ago, a girl came to us at the age of 16. Usually we only train human-borns, but for some reason we were asked to train her even though she was a pure-born-"

Jin must have seen my confused face as he interrupted the boy.

"Hold on Namjoon. A pure-born is what all of us seven are - our parents were 'Angels' and therefore from birth we have been what we are. However a human-born is what you are - an 'angel' with human parents, and human-borns only find out their identity at the age of 18," Jin explained.

"Oh," I nodded understandingly. Made sense.

"So, we accepted her in, and diligently trained her for two years. Within those two years, she learned quickly and rapidly became one of most powerful students we'd ever had. But, something clicked after she turned 18," Namjoon sighed, pacing back and forth as he explained, as if he was giving a presentation.

"She became hungry for power. She wanted more, more bloodshed, more evil, more killing. Punching bags wasn't enough, she wanted to punch people; stabbing dummies wasn't enough, she wanted to stab people. She enjoyed it a little too much."

"So we tried to calm her down, to calm her desire for death. But, as expected, her corrupted mind took over and she ran away from here, taking with her..."
Namjoon looked over at Jungkook, as if asking for permission to continue. The said boy turned his head away to stare out of the window, but subtly nodded, indicating it was okay for the leader to tell the tale.

"...taking with her that blade and the 16 year old Jungkook."

The room seemed to plunge into silence after that. No sounds could be heard, as the majority of people glanced to the youngest male, who refused to meet anyone's eyes.

"How? W-what happened there?" I whispered. No one seemed to want to answer my question, fidgeting with articles of clothing or looking in the opposite direction.

"Physical abuse."

Eyes swivelled to the boy who spoke.

"She drugged me, and kidnapped me while I was unconscious. She injured me as she pleased. Using me as her test subject." Jungkook continued to stare at the ground, refusing to meet my eyes, and my heart went out to the boy. Not that I said anything - Jungkook was not the sort to wallow in self pity, and I didn't plan on pitying him, only supporting him.