Little Kitten (jikook)

I Care for You, I Trust You and I Love You

There was a tension lingering in the air and silence, heavy silence. No one dared to say something.

Jimin was sitting on a chair, head hanging low, his cheeks stained from the tears he had shed earlier. He had calmed down, but he still had wild mix of emotions boiling in him.
Namjoon was sitting on his usual chair, hand on his chin, legs crossed and he was thinking. Thinking about what options they had. A frontal attack, that was the plan they had. But who would be attacking.

Jungkook was sitting opposite from his boyfriend, looking at him. He was feeling better, now that his boyfriend had calmed down. Jimin had called him earlier, crying and sobbing and the only thing Jungkook had understood were the words: "Hyung, please come here…" then the phone call ended and Jungkook had rushed to Jimin.

He had found him sitting on the floor in front of the bathroom, looking really miserable. Curled up, head between his legs. Twenty minutes, twenty minutes until Jimin had been able to tell the older what happened.

Gain had been kidnapped.

They know who it had been and they know where they are, but they didn't wanted to rush things, since they didn't know much about them. And to be honest, Jungkook had learned his lesson, remembering his encounter with Yukwon.

"I want Yoongi to come along, as well as Hoseok, V and Jungkook…" Jimin then said into the silence.
"Why?" Namjoon asked, repositioning himself on the chair to face Jimin. The others mimicking the leader, turning to Jimin as well.

"Hoseok and Yoongi are a great team, both are fast. Yoongi can fight very well and Hoseok is always good for a surprise. Well Taehyung is nimble with his movements and his hits are strong.The same goes for Jungkook. They all have similar qualities and I think, especially in hindsight that we don't know our opponents, they are good against a variety of what will await us." Jimin ends, waiting for Namjoon to approve.

"Yeah that is true…" Namjoon nods, giving his approval. "Take Baekhyun with you…maybe someone who actually fights with a weapon and not only with fists and guns would be helpful too…" Leo says pushing his boyfriend into the middle of the room. "Ok, then you're free to go…and make sure you all make it back here." Namjoon gets up leaving the room. He doesn't need to say more, the rest is up to the group of six.
"Jimin, don't do something reckless, yeah? Promise me!" Leo is standing in front of Jimin, looking down on the younger, who is still seated on the chair. He gets up, looking directly in Leo's eyes.

Leo always looks so strong and intimidating because of his appearance, but deep down he is someone who deeply cares. And Jimin sees it, the care the older has for him, his aunt, his boyfriend and the rest.
Of course he doesn't want to lose anyone. Jimin then smiles, the first time in these past two hours, since he realized his aunt was gone. "I promise…"

Leo pulls Jimin in a short but tight hug. He then goes to Jungkook. "You will make sure that you all come back again, in one piece. Show us how good you are…" The taller glares at Jungkook, the younger's answer is a nod.

They go, everyone making sure that their weapons are in perfect shape. Jungkook, Hope, V and Suga loading their guns. Suga also checks for his butterfly-knife, making sure it is placed in his right pocket.
Baekhyun unsheathed his katana. It had a Soshu Kitae style blade and was Baekhyun's pride. It had been nearly impossible to get a hold of such a rare blade type katana, but he had been lucky. The halter, the Tsuka, was a mix of emerald green and black, the Tsuba was silver on the outside fading into black on the inside. It was in a perfect condition, perfect to kill, and the blade lusted just after some blood, the last time had been too long ago. After inspecting the blade one last time he sheathed it back.
Jimin had the butterfly he got from Yukwon, he held it dear as it reminded him of the older, that had been precious to him, even if only for a short time. He liked it, the blade a nice silver, the haft was red, with one singular butterfly on it.