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03

The meeting was going well, until the conversation of a treaty aroused. I hadn't taken a sip of my wine yet, The tension seems too tight in the room, I felt restrained from even moving a muscle. I felt as though I couldn't, I felt the urge in my gut that I shouldn't. The look on Suga's face made that feeling grow ten volt.

"We don't want to start anything, not again, after the last time we got into trouble we had to kill a lot of...Unfortunate people. We don't want you guys to be on our list too." Chanyeol's words seemed to pierce the leader enough to make him growl.

"Are you threatening us?" His eyes narrowed as if it was clear he was antagonised.

"It's only a threat if you're vulnerable." Chanyeol smirked at his reply, and took a heavy intake of the wine in his hands.

I would agree with his words, but it was such a risk saying it to the person we were supposed to be siding with.

I suspiciously flicked my eyes towards the wine in my brothers hands. When I poured the wine, it was burgundy, but why was it so much darker then before?

The air left my lungs, and I paled. I angrily forced my eyes towards the wine in my hands, much similar to the colour of Chanyeol's, before my eyes pierced Suga's.

A cold smile was present on his face, and chills had reached my spine when all three of the man across from us met my gaze.

"You poisoned our drinks." My words were icy cold, my eyes hiding the fear I bloomed when I thought of how poisonous this drink was, and in seconds my glass was hurling across the room.

They ducked in time, and as I moved away from the bullets now trying to penetrate at my body, I watched from the corner of my eyes as Chanyeol slid unconscious on the ground. Slipping across the pearl white floor , I watched as lay moved to slip beside me, his face confronted into a furious frown, while we watched as Baekhyun hid behind the bar.

After observing as a few bullets hit the chandelier above us, it was soon silent. I could feel the unease in my gut and knew I needed to get Chanyeol's unconscious body out before anything fatal happened.

It felt as though my father had put us in a trap, but would he really do that to his children? The two children he treasured.

"I'll hold the three back, you grab Chanyeol and get him out of here. Got that?!" I snapped under my breath, piercing my dark hued eyes towards Lay, It was a silent look saying. 'If you don't get him out alive you'll end up with him.'

Usually Lay was the one intimidating people, but right now he looked at the female and thought. Holy fuck she's scary. He took that as his lead to go when I spoke, but I wasn't aiming my words at Lay, but at the three men aiming their bullets at the couch.

"Why would you poison us huh? You guys knew you couldn't get information off us? What were you gonna do huh? Shred us of clothes and just leave? Pathetic." My words were harsh and it seemed to temper the men as their leader spoke.

"No shredding of clothes,, Just shredding of skin." He hissed.

Baekhyun had the visible chance to shoot at the leader, but I soon watched a bullet land right back into his shoulder, and he fell to the floor in a cludder and cold whine.

Right now I was alone, and I needed to just last a little longer before backup came, but I had the internal feeling like I could win this fight, if I worked hard enough.

Suddenly it went silent, dead, my skin felt chilled, my eyes hardening as I was soon to take a huge risk, I could tell Lay had already gotten Chanyeol out, so at the moment it was really just me against three mafia members.

I looked over the couch and only saw one, Namjoon.

No, no, no.

The others were stationed somewhere else, my position isn't safe. Why did I have a feeling this would happen? And why do I feel like something else is coming?

Suddenly, a green gas had sparked through the vents on the roof of our heads, and a ghastly white hue of poisons lifted into the air, I jumped up from my position as fast as I could. I only had little time, such little time to at least get out of here, but not without harming them.

I shot at their leader, getting him in the right bicep and watching as his face confronted into something of uncomfort-ability as he was pushed back from the impact. I went to shoot again, but a hand had wrapped itself around my neck before my head was then forced back to meet Suga's blood boiling eyes.

The feeling of pressure on my neck was definitely not foreign, and it took enough power in me to not get flashbacks of the past that shouldn't be present.

Suga's eyes were emotionless and stoic, like a stone wall covered any positive expressions. He growled and snapped the gun out of my hands, but I got the chance to head butt him right in the jaw. He howled and stumbled back, before I got the chance to kick him straight across the cheek.

Why weren't they shooting at me?

He forced his hands to wipe the blood now frequently dripping from his bottom lip.

"You'll regret that." He growled, but was hardly heard, already was my eye sight fizzing away, the room was soon to be over fuelled with toxic gasses. Sounds started to ring in my ears, and I stumbled on my feet when his hands were forced forwards to push me up against the wall.

A harsh groan left my lips, but I was silenced by Suga's inhuman looking irises. It seemed as though his narrow eyes were piercing my soul, trying to read me.

But I wouldn't allow that.

He silent forced us into body on body contact, enough to hold me down so I couldn't use my body as a weapon. His pelvis was in line with my own hips, I soon realise that we were closely at similar heights.

I'm not weak.

I tried to land a punch, but his hand easily grabbed mine before it could land into his already bruised but although attractive face.

With a limp and suddenly exhausted body, I only stand defenceless as he places a gas mask over his pale skin and his pink lips, his eyes only visible, but I could see to power that only some eyes could ever hold.

I watched as seven figures came together through the fog, all with gas masks covering their faces, and eyes darkly looking for answers as I dropped onto the floor.

That's all I remember.