"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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You can't skip chapters, that's not how life works. You have to read every line, meet every character. Some characters will make you cry for weeks.
~ Courtney Peppernell, The Minds Journal
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Busan, Second Base, 2014
He pounded his fists against the wall.
The anger and pain spilling through his hooded eyes in waves that petrified every single man remaining in the room.
Namjoon was sinking in the broken armchair, his head between his hands, glaring at the floor as if it had offend him greatly . Jungkook was crying in the corner like a little kid frightened by a monster would have, he certainly resembled nothing of the youngest assassin who had the entire city tremble at sight. Hoseok was a wreck himself, trying to hold it together, pushing back tears and trying to calm his hyung. And Yoongi...
Yoongi was out of control.
Like a wild animal, unleashed after being tortured and mistreated. A bull coursing blindly to the color red not seeing anything but that. That was all he saw, red. The color that made his heart pound violently in his chest filling him with manic rage. All he saw was blood. Hers, his, of the men he killed to get to her, of the man he had killed after seeing her lifeless body on the floor, killed by the very bullet leaving his own revolver. Her eyes were frozen in shock and surprise. Open wide as if to take one good look of the world for the last time before they were forever shut.
He continued pounding his bloodied firsts on the wall. Inhuman growls leaving his throat as he imagined the person responsible for his pain in front of him. His fists were torn, bloody and bruised, but he felt nothing but his rage and the pain, the pain tightening around his dark heart, squeezing the damn thing with a menace it could never escape.
He was barely aware of Hoseok trying to pull him from that wall, trying to stop him from hurting himself more. As if that would ever be possible. He was already in a shit load of it.
The wall started to slowly give away under his abuse. His fist bloody, bones almost visible from underneath the torn flesh. He pushed Hoseok away for the thousandth time. Letting his rage take over him, turn him into an animal.
Jungkook decided to step in right then. The Maknae of Bangtan grabbed Yoongi by his arm and yank him away from the impromptu punchbag.
"Hyung, come on. Snap out of it!" He begged shaking the older man to make him realize what he was doing.
Yoongi saw nothing but his rage still. He pushed the kid away as if he was an annoying fly disturbing him, sending him flying across the room where he crashed on the floor, landing hard on broken wood and glass. Jungkook growled though the pain. Hoseok reacted before the kid could stop him.
