God Is A Woman. /KTH/

9

"This is the lounge area, you can just relax here, maybe have some drinks or food, talk with people." Jin explains, walking me around a large open room full of sofa's and bar in the middle.

Yes, I managed to escape the hours of training eventually, and so Namjoon called Jin to show me around. I pretty much know where everything is now.

"Come and sit down," Jin smiles, leading me over to a table with a view of the city skyline. It looks incredible. Building after building built high, and the copious amount of technology projecting images onto every building and even into the sky. "What do you want to eat?"

"I don't know." I shrug, I don't know what they have. "Can you order for me, please?"

"Of course," he beams happily and calls over a waiter before ordering a never ending list of food. I think he may have just ordered the entire menu, or maybe even all the food they have. The waiter quickly disappears and his eyes refocus on mine. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

I nod.

"It's about your behaviour."

Well...this should be interesting.

"Yesterday when you aimed a gun at our boss' head, your boss' head, I don't think what you did was...well, I don't think anyone explained our views to you correctly." His smile has gone now and I can see the sincerity in his eyes. "What you did was not entirely appropriate, he is, of course, in charge of you and what happens to you, but that does not mean you can attempt to shoot him."

"I didn't attempt to shoot him, I threatened him. It's different."

"Although Mr. G was not happy with your reaction or the situation you caused, we are. You showed courage and strength; the capability to stand up to someone with more power than yourself." I see a smile tugging at the edge of his lips, "Mr. G is a highly disliked person and we all felt satisfaction from what you did. So thank you."

I silently nod. This is strange.

"But also, never do that again or there will be even more serious repercussions."

"I didn't have a choice."

The food begins to arrive, which by the way, he appears to have ordered all the food in the damn building.

"You could've shot her."

"That wasn't an option for me and you know that."

"In that situation, every one of our team would've shot her. An order is an order."

"I never agreed to follow orders, I only agreed to be here. I know you think I'm a part of your team now but I'm not. In my eyes, my race is equal to yours and I wouldn't just shoot an innocent person because I'm told to."

"She wasn't an innocent, she escaped a camp."

"A camp that shouldn't have existed in the first place."

"Who are you to say that?"

"Would you want Taehyung and Jimin in a camp?"

"Don't bring them into this, they're different to you."

"No. They're exactly the same as me which is why I'm asking: would you want Taehyung and Jimin in a camp?"

"You don't need to bring them up, they aren't involved in this!"

"They're just like me. You want them to be caged and tortured?"

"You don't know what you're talking about. Jimin and Taehyung don't deserve that, they're part of our family!"

"Being part of your family doesn't make them immune! They're just the same as everyone else in those camps! So you care about them but you don't care about anyone else? How ignorant can you b-"

BANG.

A hand slaps the table hard and we look up to see the rest of the team staring at us in frustration, maybe even anger.

Namjoon, who's hand it was, stares at Jin deeply. It seems like he's telling him to ease up and act respectfully. "I'll stop you both there."

His focus switches between the both of us with disappointment in his eyes.

"I have to say I expected more from the both of you. I'm disappointed in how disrespectful you are to each other." He stands back up properly from leaning on his arm. "Everyone sit down and let's eat."

"I'm no longer hungry." I spit and barge out past Hoseok.

I make my way back to my room, thick anger clouding my mind. It's only when the sound of distant screaming fills my ears that I stop for a moment, questioning the familiar voice that's wailing in agony.

I quickly make my way down the corridor and glance through the glass door of one of the room, the one where the screaming is coming from.

I feel my heart pounding in my chest.

Tamsin?