S U P E R H E R O E S (BTS Fanfic)

#7.

The documents placed on the mahogany table did nothing to supress Namjoon's frustration.

You see, the founder of Kim Facility, Kim Namjoon had set up a meeting with the leaders of his own workers that specializes in their own seperate tasks. And this meeting was called to project different ideas and mostly , solutions to the problems happening in the streets of Seoul.

Every nick, every fold that has been in Seoul's map awhile before has been tracked and checked only to find nothing. No fingerprints, no fool proof, and no clue. Just a powerful group of rebellions that are trying to find a way to stabilise the country's disruption from masses of death.

"modern problems require modern solutions?" Kim Namjoon asked loudly. "enlighten me"

His gaze fell to his Agent majoring in archery, Agent Barton, Who stared ruefully at the photocopied contents that stared back at him with the same interest. Namjoon shook his head, this Agent was good as insane.

"Why do we have no plan?" His voice rose an octave. He had so much on his shoulders that this, was his extent. He even spent the whole day yesterday revising previous news and scooping witnesses personal opinion about the strange exposed candidates. He was tired. and if his trusted workers could not ease his confusion, lets just say, Seoul is soon going to make another sun by using the flicker of a candle.

"Sir" A hand shot up from the mess of useless people. It was Kim Taehyung, who smiled with such grace and confidence, it was hard not to notice his stark appereance. "If you don't mind-"

"go on Tae, anything is useful" Namjoon tiredly sigh. He watched as his Cousin stood up from his chair, pulling out a tiny box and connecting his lap-top it. A serious of hums exploded until a burst of light was emitted from a hole at the top of the box. and it literally took Namjoon a minute to realize that the small box was a replica of a projector but made modernly, and to be carried without hassling about missing wires.

Agent Sane, a man majoring in marksmanship, and the current leader of the sniper group spoke out. "where did you get that hologram from?"

"i made it" Taehyung's grin as he said this unsettled the poor Agent who nodded sourly and looked down at the interesting table.

"maybe, the only way to stop the death toll in Seoul from multiplying, is by assembling the 'exposed candidates' " Taehyung spoke, his voice carrying the tune of a man with determination. That was the trait of Kim Taehyung. He won't stop unless he has what he wants.

"We only have three of the exposed candidates didn't we?" Namjoon asked. He was curious of the well-beings of the exposed candidates that the had successfully 'kidnapped' . The only ones that he saw was Jeon Jungkook and Min yoongi. 

The look Taehyung gave could've made Namjoon shit himself as something sharp stabbed Taehyung's pristin clothing from the back. "are you seriously forgetting who you are hyung?"

multiple clicks of a weapon being raised was heard as Namjoon's gaze fell onto Agent Sane and his follower Agent Natalia, who held up a gun with its safety off whilst pointing it to Taehyung who grinned at their suppressed assault. "your order sir?"

"well my damn order is for you to stand down" Namjoon sneered. It wasn't technically their fault seeing as the two marksman Agents are still new and recently recruited for their abnormally talented skills. He then turned to Taehyung who shrugged in amusement. His pristin clothing was splattered with the colour of crimson, his blood as the sharp protuding objects on his back increased in size until it grew, almost touching the ceiling if it weren't for the fact that Taehyung was now sitting on the chair.

Namjoon rubbed his palm all over his face in exasperation. "Kim Taehyung please put away your god damn wings!"

The boy in return ignored his comment. His back still ached from the exertion of pushing up his wings, the sharp sticks flapped by itself and the colour of white feathers could be seen. Dried blood caked a few of the feathers and some had destroyed the beautiful white furnitures with red splotches.