Human (Vkook)

1# BTS

Taehyung sat numbly on the dirt brown couch, pain shooting from his shoulder to his head, creating a vibrating headache which pushed him in the depths of a foul mood.

Every little sound seemed to be amplified in his head from the sound of dripping water from the tap to the loud ringing of his phone which possessively danced on the coffee table.

He glared at it, massaging his temples, and grabbed it. The name J Hope flashed on the screen.

"What is it?" he didn't bother trying to sound nice. His head was in too much pain and his shoulder was no better.

"Still moody about that gun wound? "

"Get to the point Hoseok," Taehyung signed whilst readjusting himself on the couch, the leather tickled his battle wound.

"Okay okay," J Hope spoke before clearing his throat roughly. "We are having a meeting at 5."

Taehyung let out a sad groan. "Why."

"Because that's what RM requested. He got orders from the big man, BigHit, or something so we might have another job to do. We are meeting at the same place."

"But that abandoned building is creepy as hell." Taehyung, after finding no suitable sitting arrangement, stood up and walked to the kitchen to turn off the crying faucet.

He heard J Hope laugh on the phone. "I know right. Its all dark and creepy in there and the creepy lab stuff adds on to that. But whatever. You gotta do whatcha gotta do. See you at 5."

"K." He placed the phone on the counter and rubbed his yellow scarf subconsciously. His feet took him to the fridge and his stomach told him to eat so he opened it and got a packet of crisps. Apparently he had put it in there subconscious. It was Taehyung after all.

It was a wonder of what boredom can do to a person in order to make a grown man lie on the floor, face smeared with red lipstick and cheeks stuffed with cold crisps, staring at a clock for 4 hours. Taehyung watched as the hands of the clock moved, even naming them the stages of life.

The fastest hand which read seconds was the childhood stage because it was the most energetic and flew past the quickest.

The minute reading hand being the adulthood stage where time seemed to slow down as days dragged on, however it still had the energy to move.

And the hour reading hand which was the shortest to emphasize the last remaining years of life is the elderly stage. It has slow movement to show how days slowly dragged on until death and how they could no longer do certain things.

Yes, Taehyung was bored but the ringing of his phone woke him up from his daydream. He read the message from Hoseok, further sinking into his dark blue-side, dreading the meeting which was in 5 minutes.

"Where is he?" Yoongi or Suga in this case complained. His mint hair stood erect after an intercourse with the wind. He rubbed his arms before folding them, wearing his bored expression.

RM signed as well until the sound of a rusty door being opened filled the air and a Taehyung entered wearing his red converse high, blue jeans and a Gucci jacket. His freshly dyed blonde hair mating with the wind. "Yo"

"Took you long enough," RM commented before sitting on one of the chairs which where positioned in a circle.

"Sorry, I had to wash the lipstick of my face and put the remaining of my crisps in the fridge." Taehyung replied before sitting down on one of the chairs. Suga took the one on his right and a very confused J Hope took the one on his left.

"Crisps in your fridge-"

"Don't ask." RM spoke, cutting J Hope off before wearing a face of seriousness. "We are all gathered here to discuss a new job given to us by BigHit. We have to return the man's money which was stolen by another gang."

"Why do we always get the complicated shit" Suga complained before placing his head in his arms. He signed. "Why wasn't I born a stone."

J Hope smiled before stretching his legs. He was dressed in denim shorts and a loose blue shirt. His hair a mild brown-orange. "When are we gonna get some action."

"Next week, but we will need ARMY for back up." RM responded whilst adjusting his glasses. He wore blue overalls and a yellow shirt inside. A hideous combination but it worked for him.

This was BTS. A gang which worked under the big man BigHit. At first glance, they looked pretty soft with Taehyung and J Hope's goofiness, Suga's laziness and RM's horrible fashion sense, however, that was the point. Lily's are beautiful but poisonous and that was BTS and so much more. Coming in with god sculpted faces to fool you and kill you behind your back. Other gangs only new of BigHit and the idea of BTS which to them, based on what they heard, were barbarians. You
would never see anything coming before RM has you hanging, Suga has you drowning, J Hope has you burning and Taehyung has you decapitated. And the worst thing is, they would all do it with a smile.

"Meeting dismissed," RM said before standing. Suga groaned for the hundredth time.

"This could have been done over text."

"But it's better to socialize."

"Ew."

They began to leave. RM opened the door and walked out, the others in toll. That is until something caught the attention of Taehyung. His brown eyes focused on a rather shiny object on the wall adjacent to the exit. Fruitless, he walked towards it to further inspect it. It was a brown door handle in the shape of a crow bar. The door itself was hardly noticeable considering that it was covered in soot and ash. He wondered how he didn't notice this before.

His mind told him not to open it so he opened it. Listening to the annoying creaking curses the door spoke because someone had woken it up.

He peeped into the room. It was under red lighting and the air was thick and cold, sending shivers down his spine.

To say the room was interesting was an understatement. It looked like a hospital room due to the machines but a big screen TV and two large metal containers set it aside from that. He walked in slowly, looking around every corner. He looked at the containers, one of them was still intact but the other was open.

Intrigued, he walked over to the container which was still intact. Scratch marks visible on the outside. He traced them with his fingers until he reached a part of the container where there was glass. It was cracked and there were multiple scratches on it.

Taehyung, bored was about to leave when something caught his eye. He lowered his face over the glass and looked inside, pressing his cheeks on it and feeling the cold texture.

It was dark inside but there was an outline of something. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the low light until he was able to see something.

His head shot upwards.

"Shit."

There was a person inside.

•___•

I hope you enjoyed this chappie.
Leave a vote
A comment
And follow

Bye bye armies

👆 The amount of time I have looked at this picture is not healthy. 😍