KIM JONG UNS KPOP BOYBAND

The BTS new album

The moments that Jongun had with Taehyun's hands in his has almost plastered permanent blush on Jongun's face. But Jongun was a busy man. He and the three other men were in the car now, on the way back to their Pyongyang hotel.

"Uh... Jong, do you plan on keeping those pop boys in that cement cell?" Donald said, wincing.

"Don't worry," Jongun said.

"I'm going to be taking them out for a recording session tomorrow. As for now, they can stay there. After all, they need to keep their weight down before their comeback."

"You have a point," said Donald.

"But do they even have any material to work with? Music? Choreography?" Rodrigo asked.

"Of course I do, dear Rodrigo. They have high quality tracks and choreo prepared by handpicked musicians. My people work fast, especially when they're constantly being held at gunpoint. You would know." Jongun answered.

Rodrigo was quiet.

"You would think that you'd want to have less competition since our band just debuted," Vladimir said, staring out of the window.

"Hm?" said Jongun.

"Don't be silly, Vladimir, all the tracks in their next album are about how beautiful I am because everyone in this country loves me. I expect them to sell well when the album is released."

"That's the point," said Vladimir, slightly frustrated.

"If you let them have a comeback, it'll distract the people from our band. Do you want your people to think more about them than us?"

A lightbulb went off in Jongun's head. Vladimir had a very good point. What if BTS was better at worshipping supreme leader Kim than the supreme leader himself?

"Ok. Driver, please turn the car back to where the boys are currently being held." Jongun said calmly.

After about half an hour, they arrived back at the shed that held BTS. Jongun fished around his pocket and pulled out his phone. He dialed a number and held the phone to his ear.

"긴 거대한 아빠 미사일을 그들에게주세요." 

From behind a mountain, a glowing spear shaped cylinder bursted through the sky, leaving a trail of light and smoke. The men watched as it began to descend from above their heads.

Panicking, their heads quickly turned to face Jongun, who stared intensely at the shed but was still composed.  Not wanting to show any weakness, they tried to stay as calm as Jongun as the shed in front of them was blown into a pile of dust. Nothing happened to them or the car, since it was heavily armored. 

"I guess that's the end of them." said Rodrigo.

"Yes," Jongun said wiping a single tear from his eye.

"I would rather they die by my hand than to die having me and what I have done for them a distant memory."

The driver of the car promptly changed into a tuxedo and exited the car holding an urn. With a broom, he gently swept the ashes of the building and the seven boys into the vessel. He then calmly reentered the car, handing Jongun the urn without a word.

Jongun hugged the urn and began to sob.