Blue Eyed Boy. (j.jk x k.th)

Twenty Five: Let me Die

TW: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE, GORE, AND TORTURE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Hoseok jerked forwards with a start at a sudden loud bang, before slamming his head painfully into a roof above him and reeling back in pain. Disoriented, he blinked blearily as a voice shouted close by, "UP! get to your stations! Spick and span, fuck up and there are consequences..." The banging and sharp voice faded away as Hoseok twisted, disoriented, head still aching as he reached for his knives.

"Seok!" A sharp hiss of a whisper sounded near his head and he turned, completely confused to see Namjoon standing below him, a finger to his lips.

"What the f-" He broke off as a loud "SH!" came from below him and at once, the events from the night before came rushing back to him like a tsunami. Eyes widening, he glanced around the tiny dark room and understood that the pounding was on their and all the other servants doors.

Taehyung slipped out of the bunk from underneath him, tossing off his shirt, as the boys began to efficiently change into the uniforms Kaesong had left for them in the tiny cramped space. There was lots of bumping into each other and quiet uttered curses. Climbing down from his bed, Hoseok had kneed Yoongi in the back of the head, earning a truly terrifying look from the older assasin.

As Hoseok adjusted the black bowtie, too snug for comfort around his neck, Namjoon very quietly confirmed their roles.

"Hoseok, table prep. Yoongi, Taehyung, shipment recieving. I'm on serving." He quietly instructed. "Kaesong placed us in the right services so nobody should question our roles." He paused, tapping on his ear piece. "Comms 1 check."

A crackle as his voice came over Hoseoks own ear piece, and then another when Jimins familliar voice sounded; "Good."

"Comms 2." Taehyung spoke lowly, and Jimin confirmed, then Hoseok, then Yoongi.

"Everythings in place. Do NOT speak on com if others will hear you." Namjoon continued in a low voice. "Make your stations work, don't fuck up. Good?"

They all exchanged nods as Hoseok tied the laces on his black shoes, eyes sharp and much more awake then they were two minutes ago.

"Okay. Good luck. See you guys when this is all over." Namjoon spoke with a sharp nod, before straightening with a deep breath, and pushing open their door.

There was a lot more work to be done then one would imagine for a single dinner, and Hoseok was fairly tired as the event drew sooner. He had scrubbed and cleaned the entire shining floor of the dining hall with one other person who didn't even glance his way, lint rolled all of the grand curtains in the room, (a few of which had faded blood stains,) and had begun setting the table with a few more servants after hours of the previous tasks. He had also witnessed someone drop a crystal champagne glass, and then get thrown to the floor by a supervisor, who then forced the girls hand into the glittering shards to pick them up, regardless of blood that rolled from the clean slices they inflicted. Hoseok had glanced away and continued his tasks, jaw set and determined that he would not be compromised.

Soon enough though he had completed his tasks, and was cleared of duty ten minutes before the supper was set to take place. Now he was on a race against time, and their heist was beginning. His adrenaline was beginning to pump as he followed the stream of servants from the room, and caught a glimpse of Namjoon moving into the kitchens to begin his serving duty.

Their eyes caught momentarily, and leader gave a slight nod before blending into the rest of the prep group and disappearing from sight.

It had begun. The shipment was due any second now, Taehyung and Yoongi ready to recieve. Hoseok touched the reassuring hard metal under his sleeve. It was time.