Enigma II : Magic Card

/1/ Intermission

Shwapp!

Bwak!

Namjoon... Kim Seok Jin...

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My lungs were a running exhaust. Drops of sweat formed crystals on my forehead to escalate down in a single passage over my temples. I rolled my fist and waited until the sack bag stopped its simple harmonic motion. Then-

Bwak!

​​​​​​Suga-

Bwak! Bwak!

J-Hope...

Bwak...!

I pivoted on my left leg. My right one bullet-shot upward.

Jimin...

My speeding hand stopped. The silver chains of the hanging bag creaked and flailed with slight and moderate shakes. I exhaled a short breath and stared at it. I could feel my knuckles turning whiter, forming a hard stone fist. I huffed.

Jimin...

BWAK!

The sack oscillated backward and came back right after. I grappled holding it from both sides to stop its displacement, slipping two inches backward in momentum.

My tired body sprawled down on the wooden floor. Feeble soundness of gasps and breaths resonated louder in the empty gymnasium. The only window to the left allowed the view to the sunset. The darkness improved further as I allowed my eyes to shut down. To my world.

BTS...

Three letters, that drastically got it upside down.

I hated what I was now. This ambivalence, the paradoxical emotion, the recklessness, the vulnerability- I had seen and let my facade break allowing my vulnerable and powerless side so much after I was delegated to this case, each time which proved my lack of skill and ability as an agent. It was like, all of us, BTS and I, were tangled with each other to a ball of perennial knots. Part of me didn't want to do them harm, part of me just wanted to banish them, decimate them from this perfect real life. The latter part was what was a must, a should and what was supposed to be my 'would'. But...

There came this new info, they were not alone in this case! There was another master head!

'Ugh!' I punched on the floor and shot up. The sack bag hung from the chains in front of me. I stared at it, I knew just what to do to let go of my swindling mind.