✴illumination of Kerres✴

Masked men

"I was....expecting you. Too bad, you won't be getting out alive, boys. "

The four of them watched as Jungwoo positioned himself on the edge of the square wooden table, a calm expression on his face, knowing that the boys were clearly outnumbered, and he held the upper hand of this sudden and unwanted encounter. He almost felt bad that the fight was going to be over even before it even got started. But then again, that only meant that the process to obtaining the power he had thrived for was going to be easier and faster.

" Not before I carve out those sickening eyeballs of yours. "

Yoongi spat. He may have held high respect for the other guy before, but now, he wanted nothing more than his blood on his hands.

"Ah yes. Yoongi, always the fiesty one right? "

Jungwoo watched Yoongi putting up a front with a bore. He could be frightening of course, but now he was like a kitten standing in front of a tiger.

"Just why the fuck are you like this!? Hell, you'd even mess up Taewoo hyung this bad? What the hell is wrong with you!? "

Namjoon finally exploded. He had always been a calm person, never letting his emotions get the best of him even in a frustrating situation, and that was one of the reasons why BTS had always been the best at what they do. Although he was furious when he found out about Jungwoo and his schemes, he maintained his composure. But right at that moment, seeing how Taewoo was barely alive, and how Jungwoo dared to waltz in and fuck with them, he forgot how to be his calm self, too much pent up emotions boiling inside of him.

" Friends and ties are only temporary Namjoon. You'll learn that over the years, its best to cut off anything and everything that stops you from becoming who you need to be, anything that drags you down from having the power in your palms. "

Jungwoo explained his philosophy which was nothing but full of shit to the boys. They couldn't believe that there was a point in their lives where they trusted this man, who only thought of them as mere objects he needed to get rid off.

"Enough talk now. I'm sure Xiao Ling would like to meet you before you all breathe your last."

With a wave of his hand, the serpents came swarming in, ready to knock the daylights out of Namjoon, Yoongi, Jungkook and Taewoo. They were like robots, wired to follow every orders thrown their way by their higher ups, and they'd make sure that they do exactly as they were told. That was the difference between them and the Golden Army. They may be working under one man, and Lee Min Soo may be the one pulling all the strings, but he gave them enough freedom to make their own choices, they were like a community, working for the betterment of their society, however, if their freedom was in any way misused or their decisions brought danger upon the Golden Army, the consequences they had to face were not so merciful.

" Okay. What's the plan Namjoon? I think its reaally about time for us to do something."

Panic stricken Yoongi chimed as he eyed the bulky expressionless men, the kind of expression Jungkook always wore, and in fact was wearing one now, not ready to get his ass beaten by some low lying men and leave his precious toy poodle fatherless. With no word coming from Namjoon, who was watching the enemy's moves intensely close, his mouth quiet of orders but forming words, silent whispers that no one could hear, except for Taewoo who was trying his best to hold on to his dear life. Anyone could tell that the leader was growing agitated minute by minute, anxious calls from the maknae not making it any better.