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𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘏𝘚 𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘙...
"AGAIN," taehyung heaves, staring at me sternly.
i let out a tired sigh, but comply nonetheless. after pushing my damp hair out of my face, i readjust my footing and bend my knees slightly. beads of sweat drip down my face.
"and go!"
right on taehyung's command, i throw a right hook his way. he manages to dodge it and hops to the side. we glare at each other and go around in circles. he avoids my jabs every time. this goes on for a while. i begin to lose my patience and hope of beating taehyung.
i have done it several times before, so why is he giving me such a hard time now? three months of physical training should be enough by now.
"patience is key, hana," taehyung instructs me.
i can't help but scoff. taehyung seems to dislike this, setting his temper off. what happened next in a span of seconds seemed to me like minutes. everything was going in slow motion.
taehyung raised his right arm to jab me in the jaw in the form of a hook from the side, but i foresaw his move before i think he even planned it out. just in time, i pass underneath his arm and stand behind him.
he quickly spins on his heels and my fist immediately collides with his head gear. taehyung stumbles backwards, giving me the perfect opportunity to pull his leg out from underneath him.
a loud thud is heard in the training area as taehyung's body meets the ground. people around us who were training stop in their tracks and stare at me with wide eyes. i shake off the stares, focusing on taehyung with a hint of victory and repressed anger in my eyes.
"im sick of being patient. and i'm tired of waiting around for something to happen," i say through gritted teeth.
i quickly remove my headgear and make my way out of the training area, leaving taehyung alone and speechless on the ground. i need some time alone to just think, so i decide to go to my room.
my gaze lands on a giddy yoongi a couple feet away with his trainer, kim namjoon: jin and taehyung's cousin.
taehyung wasn't lying when he said this was a family-run organization.
"that's my best friend," yoongi cheers, throwing a fist in the air.
i let out a breathless laugh, but it is short-lived as soon as namjoon knocks yoongi down with a single punch to the stomach.
"focus yoongi," namjoon demands. "do you want to be on the ground all of the time?"
"how about you meet me down here and we can both find out?" yoongi teases namjoon, who clenches his jaw in annoyance. i simply shake my head as i leave, but i swear i see namjoon blush before i do so.
after a couple of minutes of walking, i reach my bedroom and am met by four beige-colored walls. an open suitcase full of clean and dirty clothing lays in a corner and in another a dying bonsai tree; namjoon insisted i take care of one, yet i failed miserably.
for being a part of the mafia, namjoon is a really gentle guy. and yoongi has definitely noticed. at every chance he gets, yoongi tries to tease and flirt with namjoon. he rarely gets any reactions or reciprocation, but when he does, it's in the form of a rosy tint across namjoon's cheeks or his dimples becoming indented from smiling.
i let out a loud breath before dropping myself onto my stiff bed, starring at the rotting popcorn ceiling. my eyes flutter shut as exhaustion and my thoughts take over me.
during my time here at the house of cards organization, life has been a living hell. yoongi and i decided to officially join after taehyung came to us three months ago. we concluded that it was best for our safety, despite how ironic it sounds since we're joining the mafia.
since then, we've had no communication with the outside world, i haven't actually worked or gotten a paycheck, and all we do is physical training; no planning nor strategizing.
what is the point of yoongi and i being here if nobody is doing anything to find jin?
i spend every second of every day thinking about whether or not he's still alive. it keeps me up at night, haunting my dreams. i miss him so much... nevertheless, i maintain my ground and remember that he lied to me. i can't be mopping around every day.
my time of grieving has passed.
and then there's the cyphers and their leader: 'officer jeon'. every time that i train with taehyung, i imagine that i am beating the living daylights out of jungkook instead. the mere thought of knowing that they're out there keeping jin hostage makes me sick to my stomach and raises my levels of anger.
i force my eyes open and dig my fists into the matress. with the help of my arms, i raise myself up on the bed. my eyes meet with the only piece of actual decoration in the entire room: the framed picture of jin and i.
i bite down on my lip to stop myself from crying as i stare at the picture. my smile in the picture has not returned to my face in months. unable to continue staring at it, i place the frame face-down against the nightstand. i need to move one.
if everyone here has forgotten about jin, then so should i.
