Our Seokjin

BTS' Treasure II

Continuation of Year 15 — A Red Flag

"Master RM," their buttler's raspy voice was emitted from the phone that Namjoon was holding.

BTS was in the middle of a mission on the other side of South Korea. Their opponent turned out to be a bit tougher than they had originally expected. Their intel hadn't expected such a massive congregation of fighters. The problem did not lay in the skills and power of individual opponents, but their number. It was simply time consuming and tiresome to eradicate all of them.

"It better be urgent Alfred," Namjoon said as he expertly reloaded his gun.

The members could hear their conversation through their ear pieces and they all tensed up. The last time Alfred called them was when Seokjin had broken his leg due to slippery staircases. Since that time, all staircases were now always wiped and immediately dried.

"Enemies have infiltrated the estate. Master Seokjin is in the bunker and I have locked him, but we are surrounded. I don't know how much time I have left. The attackers have fearsome technologies that even managed to knock multiple maids within a few meters range. It's something I have never seen before in my life."

"We are on our way," Namjoon stated and ceased to fire.

The leader didn't even have to let the members know how their plans had changed, because they all immediately started to ran as fast as they can towards their helicopter. As Namjoon had thought, the attackers altered their tactics too and Namjoon had no other choice but to release his special grenades.

Those grenades, developed by BTS themselves, killed everyone instantaneously within seconds and their radius was humongous, successfully leaving a wide expanse of dead bodies. Hence, Namjoon had to be careful and make sure to throw the grandes far away. Luckily, they safely boarded the aircraft and were gone within seconds.

"It was a trap, wasn't it?" Jimin asked rather rhetorically. His voice was low and his face was utterly blank. There was no trace of his usual bright self that he sustained even when he was inhumanely torturing men or mass killing.

"Yeah. They must have planned this surprise attack to keep us away from home," Namjoon confirmed and nervously glanced at the rest of the members.

Jungkook was absolutely quiet and piloted the helicopter with calmness, which was obviously only covering his true anger that was boiling inside him. Yoongi was already thinking of the most suitable tortures as a revenge, his lengthy history of specialization in tortures coming in handy. Hoseok was on his laptop and furiously typing at an incredibly fast pace, likely searching for all possible groups that could had found out abut Seokjin's relations to BTS.

Taehyung was totally unreadable and Namjoon honestly didn't even want to know what was passing through his mind, because the creepy things that Taehyung could think of could scar even the greatest assassins and the worst of psychopaths.

It took them a bit over fifteen minutes before they arrived at the estate. Jungkook had been speeding far above the recommended speed limit of the helicopter, but he couldn't bring himself to care. They quickly exited the helicopter and were greeted by the eerily quiet estate, which seemingly looked untouched.

They doors to the mansion were slightly opened and they cautiously entered the building. The bodies of dead staff were scattered all over the place. The carpet was soaked with blood and cut open in multiple places. The walls were no longer pristine white. The visible area was devoid of any living souls.

"I swear, if they had kidnapped him I am gonna loose my shit," Yoongi growled, making the maknae line shiver. Everyone feared furious Yoongi, even BTS themselves.