"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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The sun watches what I do,
but the moon knows all my secrets.
~ Jm Wonderland
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In the dark alleyway behind The D Club, the nightclub the Sons of Bangtan owns, the leader of the Seven was having his regular fun with a surprisingly young suspect. It was expected for him to go on rampage after learning what he learned. And he would hate to disappoint. The news Taehyung delivered the other night hit hard, and he needed to bounce back at the world somehow, this was his way of doing it.
Yoongi twirled the knife in between his fingertips.
He loved the sharp familiar scratching of the cold blade on his skin, the way its cutting edges surrendered to his superior touch as he twirled it around expertly. He loved how it could cut if you were to rough with it. It was, in a way, like a refined female; if you treated it well and took good care of it, it might save your life, if you forgot to be delicate with it, it would slice your flesh open, without care.
His eyes remains trained at the young boy being beaten to a pulp by one of his men. Regret peaked its head up, the poor kids couldn't be more than eighteen. Yoongi pushed his humanity down, shoving into a mercilessly inescapable black box, to be opened too late or never again. There was no room for mercy where devils roamed the streets tempting children with poisonous candy. Young as he was, the boy could be twice as deadly for all they knew.
The boy's painful growls were getting louder as time went by and the knife in his hand was begging to be used. That was the thing with veteran fighters, they never really recovered from war. When your body and mind is convinced that violence is a constant threat or the only solution, you are always walking a thin line on the slippery edge of insanity.
"Sorry mate, I didn't quite catch that!" He said soothingly, watching as one of his lackeys delivered the next blow. The poor boy struggled, letting out a mild moan of pain.
"Please," he begged, spitting blood as he leaned against the wall for support. "I... can't..."
Yoongi glared at the boy, ceasing all other movements, he jumped down from the staircase he was sitting on passing by the two men standing behind the one who was still hitting welp.
