"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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Listen to silence, it has so much to say.
~Rumi
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Yoongi placed his gun on the black marble stone of the kitchen island.
"So, where's your brother?"
Marcella resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him, her back was turned to him but she somehow was certain he'd notice if she had. That had to be the most obvious attempt at making small talk she had ever come across. He couldn't possibly think so little of her as to expect she believed they weren't watching her every move. There was simply no way Jimin wasn't reporting back to him everything he learned about the remnants of the Kung family.
Marcella could easily assume the eyes she felt followed her everywhere she went, were these of Bangtan spies. She suspected they were keeping a close watch, with good reason.
She sight, answering him anyway, deciding to play nice for once.
"At work, probably gets off in about an hour or two. I'm not sure, though. He usually stays after to clean up."
"Hm..." Agust D placed two long fingers on his lower lips, seemingly deep in thoughts.
"What?" Questioned the host between checking the pork on the pan and neatly cursing the last of the potatoes. She was making her favourite black bean noodles wit the secret receipt she had learned from her mother years ago. Her mid wondered back to that one week in Japan, to the day she had made the noodles for her for the very first time, and all the unfortunate events that followed. Marcella shook her head to dispel all the horrible memories following that trip. No time to dwell on that right now, or ever.
"That's probably the first truthful, straightforward answer you'd given me so far. No, double meanings or semi lies."
Their eyes met through the window above the sink she was rensing the potatoes. The darkness gathered outside had turned it into a perfect mirror. The water kept running, the cook still frozen to her spot to pay it any mind. It took her a few seconds to force her attention back to her task, pointedly avoiding to look anywhere other than where she was working to prepare the meal.
"So have you guys find anything from the intel gathered that night?"
Marcella changed the subject, curious about what the computers JK stole the night J-Hope was attacked could contain. Maybe there was some useful lead to what they planned next, locations of warhorses or ammo suppliers, names of their enemies' allies. Anything would do.
"Jimin is still on it, we'll know when he cracks the walls of whatever viruses they put on it," his answer was vague and undefiled. She expected as much.
"You know I can help, right?" she questioned turning around and leaning back to the sink. "Let me help."
Agust D returned her stare head on. He was leaning against the doorframe, one step away form the counter where his gun was very pointedly set, playing with one of his favourite tiger claw knives.
