A/N: Hey guys! Quarantine is driving me towards insanity, I swear even when the lockdown is over my mom won't allow me outside. She's so paranoid, I've been telling her the facts as a bio major and she still won't listen smh. I haven't seen my friends in 3 months :"(
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RM exhaled before continuing.
"You know what to do".
"Yes, in fact, we do know what to do, get these fuckers out" A voice bellowed following strange noises outside the van. A multitude of voices joined in with 2 two distinct ones. A second of silence rang in which the members stared at one another in silence. A single loud noise echoed through the member's vehicle resulting in all 4 doors opening at once.
Men on each side of the 4 doors dragged the members of their vehicles and threw them to the floor. Not before RM swiftly swiped the mundane USB he had hidden in the cup compartment in the front of the car.
The members groaned as their faces met the sand of the abandoned lot. They were currently being held down by men clad in armor equipped with steel-toed boots on their backs. Who even were these men? The members thought. They had never seen such a uniform before, from any gang at that.
Multiple footsteps ricocheted off the worn-down buildings surrounding the men. They silently groaned in pain at the awkward positioning of their necks. Body flush against the sand, and neck craned to one side.
4 polished dress shoes came into RM's field of view. They glinted and glimmered in the mid-day sun. Ridges and scales were prominent on one pair of shoes, along with a triangular point which would make the toes uncomfortable if the feet were to stay in them all day, a size 9 to be exact. The feet wearing them were trudging against the terrain possibly indicative of age, chronic illness, a flat foot, or a weakness, RM smirked at the thought. Whilst the other pair of shoes had a normal step and seemed to be gliding with pride. The shoes of the owner had a similar glint to them with red soles apparent when he walked.
Rich fucker, the man thought, Christian Louboutin's in the desert? He exhaled redying every fiber in his body to attack the owners of those wretched shoes.
The 4 shoes stopped a foot away from his face. The owner of the shoes bent down to RM's level.
"What do we have here father? The infamous leader of Bangtan? Why won't you sit up and look at me? Oh because you're at the bottom, where you belong" The man cackled at his statement, his face morphed into one of evil.
RM remained calm, he knew that any response would boost his ego even more.
"Why are we here?" RM asked.
"Do you not remember silly boy? You're here to take down my father and his empire he stole from me. Right father?" The man turned to look behind him where he looked back at his father, Mr. Shin.
Mr. Shin cracked a smirk at his son's perfectly devised plan. These idiots walked straight into the plan without any hesitation, what more could they ask for.
RM scowled in return, his stupidity cost his members, they could have taken him but the guilt that his members were also involved wouldn't let him live. What if something happened to them? All of their weapons were in the vehicle. Fistfight it was.
"Son it seems like the little boy's patience is wearing thin. Let's give him and his buddies time to talk, hmm?" Mr. Shin said in an arrogant tone.
With a wave of the elder man's hand, the men lifted their boots off the backs of the members and harshly pulled them to their feet, yet they swallowed their pain. It was in their nature to never allow sounds of pain to pass their lips, it meant their enemies had succeeded in torturing them.
