The Society (BTS ff)

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As Namjoon's eyes adjusted, he saw that the person who spoke was a young woman.

A pretty young woman - but that was beside the point.

She was dressed in a black and white, pinstriped power suit but wore trendy black converse on her feet which Namjoon thought was very attractive - although he tried not to show that on his face.

She smiled excitedly. "I apologise for the method of getting you here," she continued, tossing a glare at one of the men standing next to the van, "But we really wanted to get your attention."

"There are easier ways," Yoongi grumbled, rubbing the arm that had taken the brunt of his hits against the van.

The woman blushed, "I'll explain everything now, I promise. Just follow me," and then she turned on her heel and marched away - several burly, suited men in tow.

Namjoon tunred to look into the faces of the men beside him. To his surprise, none of them appeared afraid - only cautious.

Or angry if you were Yoongi.

Namjoon's eyes scanned the area: they seemed to be in some kimd of high-ceilinged bunker. The edges of the room were lined with fluorescent lghts and the walls seemed thick, military. The van was parked in a massive atrium where several wide corridors branched off.

Everywhere was heavily guarded with people in matching black suits and large guns - much larger than the ones Namjoon and the others were used to carrying.

Maybe not so amateur then.

After confirming that there was no easy escape route, Namjoon hopped out of the van and followed the woman. After only a short moment, the other members were at his side, placing turst in their leader's decision almost instantly.

Together they walked down the artificially lit walkway.

"How does she know we call ourselves BTS?" Jungkook half-whispered.

"Yeah. I thought that was our little secret," Hoseok added with a pout.

"More to the point, they know about us full stop. If these strangers can track us down and capture us so easily then..." Seokjin said but quickly fell silent. Though he didn't really need to finish his sentence.

What if /they/ know too?

Namjoon shook his head. "We'll get our answers soon."

Hopefully.

Everyone piled into a small, dimly lit room with a table, several chairs and a projector projecting blue light - the only light in the room.

"Take a seat," the woman said and she went to stand in front of the patch of blue light. It casted starnge blue shadows across her face. "I'll explain a few things and you can ask any questions afterwards-" The room suddenly erupted with noise.

"Who are you?" said Yoongi.

"Why did you blindfold Yoongi-hyung?" said Jimin.

"How did you know we're BTS?" said Taehyung.

"Will there be snacks?" asked Jungkook. Everyone turned to look at him and he shrunk back in his seat, frowning. "I haven't eaten since breakfast."

"Guys, let the woman speak," Seokjin said. "Let's hear what these people have to say. Right, Namjoon?"

Namjoon looked the woman over again. Her face was youthful and clear of scars or ageing. He guessed she was young but she also held a quiet sort of power within - a power that held the guards around her in place.

"Yes," he answered slowly. "Let her speak."

"Thank you," the woman said, throwing a few quick glares at the perpetrators who all bowed their heads in submission - even Yoongi didn't look at her directly in the eye.

"My name is Y/N and my brother, Sam," she gestured to a tall, solemn man standing at the door, he dipped his head in silent greeting, "And I have been gathering refugees here to live in a kind of secret society in this bunker and underground."

Namjoon could barely keep his eyes from popping out of his head. A secret society of refugees hiding from the current, abusive government - Them - like it was nothing? Were these people mental?

Looking at the other members' faces, Namjoon wasn't the only one who thought that way.

"I know it sounds crazy," Y/N said, her tone pleading, "But I couldn't just do nothing. This was the best I could do. People were suffering so I decided to build a shield."

"Okay, let's just say for now we trust your word and assume you are indeed hiding refugees here," Yoongi began, eyes narrowing sceptically, "What does any of that have to do with us?"

Y/N looked over at her brother - a reassurance thing perhaps - and said, slowly "We want to do more."

Y/N inhaled deeply. She suddenly looked very small and Namjoon's heart momentarily went out to her. "We've been observing you for quite some time now and we figured if we banded together we could do more to fight the government - the people who caused all this misery - and put an end to all this chaos!" 

She turned and looked directly into the eyes of each member individually, "You're really good at what you do - helping people, giving back what was stolen from them, protecting them - if I can give you a little extra man power, we could achieve so much more!

The room fell silent. Everyone in the room was mesmerised by Y/N's small speech.

Y/N exhaled like she had been holding her breath the entire time. "I know you probably still have a lot of questions but I hope you realise that we're on the same side here - we can help each other help others."

Y/N finally turned to Namjoon, her eyes wide and bright and determined. Namjoon was frozen in place. "Will you join us?" she asked him.

Namjoon swallowed against the pleading look that bore holes into his skin and looked over at his comrades. Jungkook, Hoseok and Taehyung all shrugged. Jimin subtly nodded his head - though Namjoon had expected him to agree pretty quickly. Seokjin wouldn't look at him, his gaze laser-focused on the table and Yoongi was having some kind of staring competition with the guards at the door.

Well, if Yoongi had something to say he would have said it by now.

"Alright," Namjoon said at last, although still a little hesitantly. "But we reserve the right to leave if things seem to be going awry."

"Deal," Y/n said, grinning happily. Namjoon was almost scared she'd squeal with delight.

"Oh right! Do any of you have any questions?" she added.

Namjoon was surprised that Yoongi remained silent until he noticed that the older man was glowering at Sam - Y/N's brother, who seemed to have his eye on Jimin.

But Jungkook suddenly spoke up. "What's your society called anyways?"

Y/N paused and looked down at the table. "...The Society."

Yoongi, whose attention was back on the conversation, snorted. "Real creative."

Y/N gave him a sour look. "Oh? And what does BTS stand for? 'Boys That Suck'?"

Yoongi smirked, "Actually it's 'Bros Teabag Scoundrels'."

"Or Big Thicc Snacks," Jimin added.

"Burn The Sinners!" said Hoseok.

"Better Than Sex," Seokjin said with a wink.

"We stand for justice," Namjoon said, looking up at Y/N. The blue light fro the projector cast a strange looking halo around her face.

The room suddenly fell quiet and sombre again.

"In that case," Y/N finally said, smiling, "I think you'll like it here."