TOUCH [ INTRO + CHARACTERS ]

TOUCH [ INTRO + CHARACTERS ]

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Y/N aka Weapon 007 Age: 19 Experimented Muliebral Weapon

(Y/N's eyes glow purple when she activates her abilities or when she experiences strong emotions like fear, sadness, anger, lust...)

Abilities: Power Touch: Pain Inducement & Transference, Intuitive/Tactile Empathy, Enhance Recovery Inducement and Self-Healing, + more coming soon ;). *btw if y'all don't know what some of these are, just search it up and type "powers" at the end LOL*

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Jeon Jungkook aka Delta Age: 23 Member of the Bangtan Boys Role: Martial Arts Mastery/Expert Combatant

Abilities: Criminology intuition, interrogation intuition, intimidation mastery, tactical analysis, combat adaptation, weapon proficiency, torture mastery, peak-human condition, disguise mastery/social cloaking, surveillance intuition, tracking, infiltration mastery, fact perception, urban intuition, honed senses.

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Kim Seokjin aka Shadow Hacker Age: 27 Member of Bangtan Boys Role: Mission Control/Tech Support

Abilities: Computer operation mastery, tracking, surveillance intuition, disguise mastery/social cloaking, criminology intuition, infiltration mastery, fact perception, urban intuition, honed senses, master engineer, expert tailor, biochemistry/forensics, tactical analysis, genius-level intellect, information brokering mastery, peak-human condition, combat adaptation, weapons proficiency, expert medic.

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Park Jimin aka Casanova Age: 25 Member of Bangtan Boys Role: Master Seducer

Abilities: Criminology intuition, interrogation intuition, intimidation mastery, tactical analysis, weapons proficiency, combat adaptation, peak-human condition, disguise mastery/social cloaking, surveillance intuition, tracking, infiltration mastery, fact perception, urban intuition, honed senses.

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Kim Namjoon aka Black Mamba Age: 26 Leader of the Bangtan Boys Role: Tactical genius

Abilities: Criminology intuition, interrogation intuition, intimidation mastery, tactical analysis, combat adaptation, weapon proficiency, torture mastery, peak-human condition, disguise mastery/social cloaking, surveillance intuition, tracking, infiltration mastery, fact perception, urban intuition, honed senses.

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Min Yoongi aka Oranyan Age: 27 Member of the Bangtan Boys Role: Master Manipulator

Abilities: Criminology intuition, interrogation intuition, intimidation mastery, tactical analysis, combat adaptation, weapon proficiency, torture mastery, peak-human condition, disguise mastery/social cloaking, surveillance intuition, tracking, infiltration mastery, fact perception, urban intuition, honed senses.

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Kim Taehyung aka Snake Eyes Age: 25 Member of the Bangtan Boys Role: Marksmanship & Weapons Master

Abilities: Criminology intuition, interrogation intuition, intimidation mastery, tactical analysis, combat adaptation, weapon proficiency, torture mastery, peak-human condition, disguise mastery/social cloaking, surveillance intuition, tracking, infiltration mastery, fact perception, urban intuition, honed senses.

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Jung Hoseok aka Foxglove Age: 26 Member of Bangtan Boys Role: Kinesicist & Profiler

Abilities: Criminology intuition, interrogation intuition, intimidation mastery, tactical analysis, combat adaptation, weapon proficiency, torture mastery, peak-human condition, disguise mastery/social cloaking, surveillance intuition, tracking, infiltration mastery, fact perception, urban intuition, honed senses.

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‎ A/N: btw their code names will be explained later in the book as well as 007's powers in a more detailed manner. other characters might also be mentioned in this book, but they will be minor characters with very few scenes. Anyway, hope y'all will enjoy this book and are just excited as I am!

TOUCH - MAFIA! BTS OT7 X F! READER [ TWO ]

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summary: yoongi gets stuck in an awkward situation. and the next day, the gang is confronted with startling evidence that makes them rethink all they've known about their world over the last two decades and drives them to set out to investigate the truth.

pairings: mafia bts ot7 x experimented human female reader

genre: mafia au | moderate? angst | romance | sci-fi | action | fluff

warnings: mentions of guns, explosions, bone breaking, swearing, and violence.

word count: 8,094 (combined two chapters again)

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"Here's the room." Yoongi huffs, as he opens the door, revealing another extravagant room. And it's conveniently the farthest away from the rest of us, so we don't have to deal with you, he thought.

You remain in your place, unsure of what to do, causing him to turn to face you. "What are you waiting for? Go in and take a look, you might be staying here for a while anyway."

You then enter the elegantly designed room and instinctively turn your head to study the area. "This... mine?"

"No, it's simply a place for you to sleep for the time being. It isn't yours." He spat, desperate to get out of this predicament that had been forced upon him.

30 minutes ago

"Why me! Ask Jimin, Jungkook, or even Taehyung! They're the ones who are most interested in this problem." He argues.

"You were being an asshole to her, that's why. I understand that this is a strange and unfamiliar circumstance for all of us, but she still managed to heal me." Namjoon reasoned, but Yoongi's agitated expression stayed the same. "Hobi-hyung, Jin-hyung? A little help here?"

"Leave Hobi out of this." The man with the scar hissed.

The blonde-haired man sighed. "Well, I did vote for her to stay. And this is because, after observing her, she didn't appear to be a threat."

"Not yet at least." He scoffs.

"How about looking at it this way, she could be a useful asset to us." Jin pitched in.

Yoongi's brows furrowed at him. "How?"

"She did heal Namjoon. Those kinds of injuries normally take days to completely heal, but she did it in an instant." He explains. "You can't tell me something like that isn't advantageous."

Namjoon nods. "Jin is right. Perhaps having her stay will benefit all of us."

"Or it might prove to be problematic for us. You're all being overoptimistic."

"And you're being overly pessimistic." The leader snaps back.

Oranyan clenches his jaw. "Well, I'm sorry if I want to protect all of us, and the years of blood, sweat, and tears we invested in."

"That is not anything you should be concerned about. That is not your job; it is mine." Namjoon narrows his gaze.

The words of the leader leave him slightly stunned, rendering him speechless as he takes a step back. How could he go against it, knowing how right he was?

"Fine. I'll take care of that measly girl for you." He scoffs as he walks out of the room, the tension in the air never dissipating.

back to present

"—ank you," Yoongi is snapped out of his thoughts by an innocent tiny voice belonging to the nameless girl.

"What did you say?" He asks, startled.

You glance at him warily. "T-thank you. R-room is nice."

When he notices your demeanor towards him, a small twinge of guilt rushes through him. But he immediately ignores it, remembering that you're the cause of his and Namjoon's disagreement.

"Uh- Sure? It's the smallest room out of all the rooms, I really don't see what's great about it." He mutters the last sentence.

For a few minutes, there was an awkward silence between the two of you before he clears his throat. "Well, um- Jin hyung is going to make dinner tonight, so just wait for his call in here till then."

You nod quietly, but Yoongi had already left the room.

A few hours later, Jin serves two large platters of freshly cooked Mandu and Bossam, as well as a sautee pot of Kimchi Jjigae. "Hey, everyone! Dinners ready, come down!"

Within a minute, multiple pairs of footsteps sounded, as the group comes towards the dining room. They all took their seats and began loading their plates and bowls before devouring the mouthwatering feast their hyung had prepared.

Minutes passed, and Jin felt as though something had been forgotten until it suddenly dawned on him. "Hey, where's the girl?"

Everyone shrugs silently, completely focused on their food, causing the eldest to sigh and then turn to face Yoongi. "Where is she?"

The addressed man knew he was being spoken to even without looking. He slurps his bowl and mumbles. "She's in the white room."

"The what-?" The hacker scrunched his brows.

"The white room." He repeated while Jin's eyes bulge in response. "Yoongi, that's a long way from our rooms! Why is she all the way over there?!"

"Hey, all you said was show her a room to stay in. You didn't say which room." He defended himself.

Namjoon merely shook his head and continued to eat. "Quit being a smartass, Yoongi."

The master manipulator smirks condescendingly at his leader. "I'm not wrong, am I though?"

"Watch it." The younger glares at him.

Jin, frustrated with the quarrel, lets out an exasperated sigh, cutting them off. "That's enough. I'll just deliver the food to her."

But, just as the eldest is about to rise from his seat, Namjoon stops him. "It's alright, hyung. Since Yoongi wants to act like the smartass he is, he should deliver the girl the dinner. You've worked hard enough already."

Jin leans back hesitantly as the tension comes back, and the other four men watch them silently. Namjoon's eyes never left Yoongi as did Yoongi's. The staredown lasts for what seems like hours before Oranyan huffs, rolling his eyes, and rises from his seat. "Fine. This is the last time I'm doing something for that girl."

Yoongi grudgingly walks along the lengthy corridor until arriving at the white room's door. He knocks on the door with one hand, holding the silver tray, but is met with silence.

He pinched his brows and twists the doorknob, pushing the door open. He then notices the girl dressed in his dongsaeng's clothes standing in front of the absurdly high window. He draws her attention with a clear throat. 007 turns to face him, then notices the meal tray he's carrying.

You blink. "What is that?"

"Jin hyung made dinner. He called all of us, but you didn't hear."

You remained still. That was what you were trained to do all your life. That's all you know: talk only when spoken to. And do as they say or face the consequences. Though you were allowed to ask a few innocent questions, you were smart enough to know that you needed to be cautious with your remarks.

"Well come over here and eat." He speaks.

"O-okay." You squeak as you crossed the room to Yoongi and stop in front of him.

He places the dinner tray on a little white coffee table and motions for you to take a seat next to it. You take your seat, finally seeing the warm meal in front of you.

With a blank face, he says. "Go, eat."

You plunged right into the meal, having forgotten how hungry you were. You ate with your bare hands, ignoring the spoon and chopsticks on either side of the tray. You had no idea what those were as you never had the luxury of having a delicious meal in such a humane manner.

The master manipulator stands a bit flabbergasted but doesn't show it, as you shove the contents into your mouth with your hands. For a bit, he doesn't do anything, waiting if you'll use the utensils that are plainly in front of you, but obviously, you don't.

He lets out an annoyed sigh and hesitantly crouches next to you, making you pause with a mouthful of food. "You do realize you don't have to use your hands?"

You tilt your head, as you usually do when they say something completely new to you. Yoongi takes a spoon in one hand and metal chopsticks in the other. "This is a spoon—" Then he waves the chopsticks. "And these are chopsticks."

"These are here to help you eat cleaner. I'll show you." He takes a spoonful of rice and dips half of it into the Kimchi Jjigae. He then takes the chopsticks and demonstrates by picking up a piece of pork and placing it on the rice, then bringing it to you. "You then bring it to your mouth and eat it."

You suddenly lean forward, clamping your mouth around the spoon that he is still holding. Your actions catch him off guard, causing his eyes to widen slightly and resulting in him dropping the spoon onto the tray.

He leaps away from you, feeling completely flustered. "Y-ya! What are you doing?!"

"When I brought to you, I meant for you to take it yourself! Not-" He exclaims, leaving no time for you to respond.

He exhales sharply. "I'm gonna grab napkins. You, just try to use the utensils like a normal person."

He pivots around and walks to the connected bathroom. Taking a few minutes to locate the roll of paper towels. He finally finds the paper towel and rips two out before exiting the restroom.

As he steps out, he hears metal clattering. He sets his eyes on the weird girl who is desperately trying to pick up a piece of food with chopsticks, just as he had earlier demonstrated for you.

He remained there silently observing you as you tried, again and again, to pick up the piece of pork that continued to fall pathetically every time you gripped it. And every time it falls, he notices your frustrated look.

The crease between your brows and the slight pout formed by the corners of your lips curving downward. His gaze never leaves you as he stands only a few feet away from you. How innocent, what if... What? You dare to complete that thought Min Yoongi, he muses.

Was it a faint spark he felt when he saw your childlike expression? No. It cannot or should not be. There is no room for such feelings anyway.

She won't get any food in her system at this rate. She's completely helpless... He mentally scoffs, unable to believe this is you, the girl referred to by his hyung as a "useful" asset for their infamous formidable gang. They must be joking, he discreetly clicks his tongue. How can this nameless girl be useful to them when she couldn't even eat properly?

Then he did what he does best: he pushed any soft feelings aside and approached your struggling figure abruptly. "Here— take this. Wipe your hands. I'll just do it for you because you're incompetent at it."

You couldn't help but gaze at him before grabbing the paper towel. You watch him as he takes a nearby stool to sit alongside you before noticing you haven't yet cleaned your hands. "Didn't I tell you to wipe your hands?"

He sighs grumpily. "How could I forget... You seem clueless to everything as Jungkook says." He then grabs your napkin and starts wiping the food crumbs from your hands.

He picked up the utensils and put chunks of food on the spoon before giving it to you. And, understanding his gestures, you leaned forward, latching your mouth around the spoon as you had done previously.

He couldn't help but feel hot on his cheeks as he continued to feed you. Why is he even doing this in the first place? Right. He did it because that scoundrel of a leader ordered him to. And only him, because he decided it was best to be wary around a girl they'd only just met, who miraculously healed their leader.

Once you finished your meal, thanks to the scarred-face man, a sudden knock erupted at the door. Yoongi instantly rose from his position, unwilling to risk being caught for such an intimate act on his case.

"Is everything okay in there-? Did she eat her food? You didn't do anything, right Yoongi?" Jin nags from the other side of the door.

The younger just rolled his eyes, disregarding the fact that his hyung couldn't see him. "No, I didn't do anything. But, yeah, she finished her food."

"You can come in, I'm leaving anyway." He hurriedly collects the meal tray, without looking at the girl, and walks towards the door.

Jin flings open the door, startled at Yoongi's appearance. "What's got you in such a rush-?"

The cold-hearted man simply brushes by him and strides out of the room, leaving the latter to huff. "Ya! If you know any better, you ought to drop that attitude!"

"Aish, what a kid." He mutters as he sees his dongsaeng quietly proceed down the hall.

Jin shifts his attention to the petite figure seated on the large chair and staring at him.

He approached her with a tight smile. "Hello."

"H-Hi." You reply softly.

"How did the food taste?" He asks.

"Good. W-was good." You respond, making the man grin, which makes you smile back.

He faintly chuckles at your reaction but then switches to a playful stern expression. "I hope Yoongi wasn't too patronizing— was he nice to you?"

You hummed politely. "He was..." Then you mimic his dongsaeng feeding you, using cute gestures.

"Oh..?" He lifts his brows, musing. "He did that?"

Jin crosses his arms, and you nod. "How interesting..."

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the food. I just came in to make sure you're okay." He clarifies.

Unlike the rest excluding Taehyung, Jin was arguably the one who exhibited more of a softer side for people; while being part of a merciless gang that might be regarded as heartless, he was still someone you could easily befriend. But the biggest warning anybody can provide about him is to never take advantage of his kindness; he's not the most forgiving person, and he'll show it to you.

Just as it is easy to be disgustingly greedy, the expert hacker will simply make you regret doing wrong. He'll make sure your sins come back to haunt you—and ruin you to the point where you're begging on your knees for that far-reaching forgiveness.

The next morning, at eight o'clock, a sudden pounding was heard as a sleeping cat lay dead still in his bed. "Min Yoongi, get your ass up! We have an emergency meeting now!"

As the banging continues, the second-oldest member groans and blinks his eyes open. "Alright! I'm awake!"

He sat up grudgingly, rubbing his eyes in annoyance and subconsciously plotting to kill the person who had dared to disrupt his precious sleep. But when an emergency meeting is called, he has no choice but to stop everything and hurry to meet the rest of the group.

After freshening up, he finally arrives at their conference room. He is greeted by the other six members, whilst their leader stands in the far front, with his back to them.

Namjoon turns around and faces them as soon as Yoongi takes a seat. "Good. Everyone is here."

"I'm sure you're wondering why I called this meeting so suddenly." He begins.

"And why so damn early too..." Mumbles the master manipulator.

The leader's gaze narrows on him. "Pardon?"

He responds with a sarcastic smile. "I said, why did you call so early?"

"Well, allow me to finish then, hm?" Namjoon grits his teeth.

The latter shrugged and he continued. "I gathered you today, and so early if you're bothered— because I received an anonymous tip, and it was a pretty major one."

Jin arches a brow. "A tip? That's the first- we've never gotten a tip before."

"Not to mention an anonymous one. It sounds suspicious." Hoseok adds.

Jimin leans forward, his hands folded on the table. "What exactly is the tip about?"

"Let me correct myself, I received two separate tips but was told they were linked." Namjoon replies.

"I'll start with the first one. The group that ambushed us is working on a large delivery today; I'm not sure what it is, but they want it done quickly and only today." He explains. "And I'm assuming whatever they're delivering must be very important and perhaps quite valuable."

"And the second tip I was given involves your guys' case." Namjoon points to Jungkook and Jimin.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook furrowed his brows.

"According to our source, that same gang was seen making a deal with a man dressed in a suit... In front of the medical facility you're both investigating." He answers.

"That's weird— why is a gang dealing with an owner of a medical building?" Taehyung inquires.

Namjoon shakes his head. "I'm not sure who that man is with whom they negotiated the deal, but it's certainly questionable."

"I think the greater question is, what is a man like him doing meeting with a gang of criminals for?" Yoongi voices out.

The leader merely shrugs. "I don't have an answer for that. Hoseok, what do you think?"

"Perhaps the package might contain useful equipment for the facility." He thinks with his jaw clenched. "But why would that man ask them? It makes no sense."

"Jimin and Jungkook, how about you? Were you both aware of this?" Namjoon addresses them.

Jimin shook his head. "No, we're just as confused as the rest of you."

"Maybe- Jimin might be right about this." Jungkook speculates.

"What do you mean?" Jin asks.

The youngest gives Jimin a brief glance before Jimin speaks for him. "I told him I had a bad feeling about the whole thing..."

"Is there something we should know about?" Namjoon crossed his arms.

"We only checked yesterday— but the medical supplies and equipment went missing so suddenly." Jimin elaborates.

Jin steps forward. "How much are we talking about?"

"Couple dozens... couple dozens of batches." Jungkook responded.

The eldest's eyes widen. "WHAT?!"

"Could that possibly be the delivery?" Taehyung proposes.

Namjoon unfolds his arms. "Given the timing of everything, that seems plausible. It seems to be perfectly aligned—"

"Almost too perfectly." Yoongi interrupts. "How do you know whether what this anonymous person says is true?"

"I received the evidence this morning in the mail."

"Let's see it."

The leader nods, pulling out a clasp envelope and takes a stack of photographs and a flash drive from it. "There is no return address on the mail."

"Obviously." Oranyan mutters.

Namjoon clears his throat audibly. "The package had images of the exchange in action, and the flash drive has data on all of the missing equipment and supplies that are allegedly being delivered today."

"Yes, these are photographs, but do you realize how easy it is these days to edit photos and print them out as if they are real?" Yoongi reacts cynically.

Jin examines the photos more closely and notices something that none of the others can see, which coincidentally contradicts Yoongi's claim. "But, you can't fabricate these types of photos."

Then everyone turned to look at him. "Look at the type of material these photos are. This is a type of camera film that can only be developed with diluted water."

"Which means, it can't be edited. When a photo is taken, it is taken at the exact moment it is intended to capture— So, to put your mind at ease, these are real, and that exchange did occur."

"How about the supplies and equipment on the flash drive." Jimin questioned.

"A separate note said that the data on the flash drive is encrypted. You can still access it right, Jin?" Namjoon refers to the eldest member.

Jin sneered arrogantly. "Do you really need to ask? Of course, I can."

The expert hacker takes the flash drive and sits down at the long table, bringing out his computer. He proceeds by inserting the drive on the side of the computer, and within the next second, his fingers begin hitting the keys at practically lightning speed, with his eyes never leaving the screen.

Soon after, a smug grin formed on his face. "I'll be honest—that was a tenacious firewall they installed, but don't worry, I bypassed it all."

Jin stood up and walked up to the front to connect his computer to the television. The television turns on and displays his computer screen. "All I have to do is press enter, and all the data will be shown to us."

Namjoon nods at him, and Jin returns his nod before hitting the enter key. And then the data is unleashed, with dozens of files popping in rapid sequence. As the electronic beeps of the files fill their ears continuously, the group remains dumbstruck. They were not expecting so much data containing missing supplies and equipment to be uncovered right in front of their eyes.

"Joon, I thought you said the flash drive only had supplies that were expected to be delivered today?" Jimin stares at the screen, baffled.

"These aren't just lists of missing supplies from yesterday; this is the entire history of it all." Jin comments. "Take a look at these dates; they go back almost nineteen years."

"So you're saying this covert operation has been going on all along right under our noses?" Yoongi implied.

Jin faces him. "It appears so."

"For an operation like this to last this long, someone higher must be pulling the strings." Hoseok says.

"Hoseok is right. Now that we have a fresh light—thanks to our anonymous tip—the agenda has been changed—rather than Jungkook and Jimin investigating the facility, it's going to be all hands on deck for this one." Namjoon places his palms on the table and turns to face Jin. "However, Jin, you will have an additional independent task."

Shadow hacker raises his brow, subconsciously urging his leader to carry on. "You need to get all of the information you can on the girl. Anything that can answer every question about her."

"But in the meantime, we have a delivery to catch." The leader smirks slyly.

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"So- the anonymous tip didn't happen to provide us the location of their base..." Yoongi jokes sarcastically.

"No, however, they did give us the route they're traveling on to the drop-off." Namjoon replies.

The master manipulator's face twisted in confusion. "The route? Why would they do that—" As it finally sinks in, he paused. "You can't be serious..."

Namjoon grins. "I see you caught on. And I am."

Taehyung shifts his eyes between the two. "Serious about what? What is your plan Namjoon?"

"Glad you asked, Taehyung. Here's the plan—" Namjoon types on the touchscreen table, which displays a grid map. "This is the route they intend to take-"

"It's a one-way road." Jungkook intercepts.

Namjoon nods. "Correct. I was initially confused as to why they would give me the route they were taking, but I now understand what they were attempting to convey."

Hoseok crosses his arms. "And just what is that?"

"We'll seize the delivery by striking them here." The leader expands on the touchscreen, zooming onto a selected spot on the map. "They'll be the most susceptible."

"Are you saying you want to stop them during the transport?" Jimin's mouth drops.

"Exactly. It's effective considering they won't expect it at all." The leader continues.

Jungkook exhales, leaning back in his chair. "First of all, why are they going that particular road?"

"Because no one, not even the cops, will be able to track them down there." Jin answers. "There are no cameras on the route, and computer GPS can't detect them. Even I won't be able to get visual— they're smart."

Namjoon tilts his head. "But there is another option. Radio satellite and thermal imaging."

"That may work, but..." Jin trails off.

Yoongi stares at his hyung. "But what?"

"I'd have to hack into the military mainframe." Jin mutters.

The younger scoffs. "That's crazy."

"But it is doable." Namjoon clarifies, and Jin begrudgingly nods.

"It is, but it will take some time if we don't want to be caught and traced."

"That's fine, and we won't." Their leader reassures.

Hoseok takes another look at the grid map of the marked route. "Alright, now that we have visual covered what's your plan on stopping the delivery there?"

"For starters, three trailer trucks will be on the road, one as backup protection and the first two carrying the cargo. So, we take out the third truck first." Namjoon begins. "We'll wait for them in the short tunnel right before the targeted spot. The only way this is going to work is if we all travel separately— which we will do via motorbikes."

He continues. "Jungkook, on the other hand, will be placed somewhere else. He'll serve as our element of surprise. Jungkook will be waiting on top of the tunnel for them to emerge. We won't be able to eliminate the third truck in the tunnel; Jungkook will have to do it."

"Hyung, I'm not sure how that will work." Jungkook comments.

He raises his finger. "I'll get to that— you'll fly the ultralight helicopter to the top of the tunnel, and Jin will act as your eyes and timer from there. Your objective is to set an explosive at the opposite end of the tunnel where they will exit. Before it explodes, you'll need to jump to the first truck. The idea is that the tunnel will collapse on the third truck, terminating it for us."

"What about the rest of us in the tunnel?" Yoongi questions.

"We'll follow them closely, in a single line, so we're out of their line of sight. Then, we'll split off and circle to the front and sides, surrounding the first two trucks." The fourth oldest member answers.

"And after Jungkook lands on the first truck, we'll have to help him in hijacking it, assuming they'll start a gunfight as they drive. Once he's in the truck, the one behind them will have no choice but to stop." He explains. "As soon as the men get out of the trucks, expect further gunplay. But I'm confident we'll all be fine."

"Any questions?" He glances around at his group for a moment before Hoseok starts chuckling.

"This might be one of the most daring plans you've ever conceived, Joonie."

Namjoon smiles cunningly as he shrugs. "We're the mafia, after all. Isn't it our job to be daring?"

"So are we all in agreement?"

Everyone nods and hums, prompting the leader to do the same. "Good, let's gear up then."

≫ stop track ≪

"Wait a minute—what about the girl?" Taehyung inquires.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "What about her? As long as she stays put here, she'll be fine."

"I can attest to that; from what I've experienced, she's quite obedient." Jimin confirms.

"And, given that we live in the middle of nowhere, I don't believe there's anything to worry about." Adds Jungkook.

"Sun-Woo will be here, so he can keep an eye on her. So, at least she won't be completely alone." Jin pitches in.

Namjoon clapped his hands. "Are we done with the babysitting debate? We don't have much time."

Everyone then exits the meeting room and begins preparing for their hijacking mission.

"I never got the chance to ask, but where will Jin hyung be?" Jungkook inquires as they all load their gear in the garage.

"I'll be stationed close to the road. Don't be concerned about me; you'll see how I'll save your asses again."

The maknae rolls his eyes at his hyung's words, causing the hacker to shrug. "Sorry, can't help myself, I'm both attractive and extraordinarily smart."

"Can you get any more narcissistic?" Jungkook sighs, dejected.

"You're just upset that you can't outwit me." Jin poked out his tongue.

The younger smirks evilly. "Sure, but I can outmuscle you and immobilize you from the neck down."

"Well, I—" Jin attempts to respond but is cut off.

"All right, enough of this. We're wasting time." Irritation clearly heard in Namjoon's tone before he turns around.

With their leader's back to him, it was the maknae's turn to stick his tongue out at the oldest. "Jungkook stop being a child."

Jungkook's expression quickly changes, slightly startled by Namjoon's awareness of his immature behavior without looking. Whereas Jin tries to hold back his laughter as his dongsaeng gets scolded. The youngest narrows his eyes before rolling them and mumbling under his breath.

An hour and three minutes. That's how long it took the five men to travel up the one-way road and hide inside the tunnels, awaiting the three semi-trucks transporting the stolen medical equipment or whatever- certainly for selfish motives, given they didn't do it legally.

As for the other two, Jungkook flew to the opposite end of the tunnel with the ultralight helicopter as planned, while Jin was stationed at a nearby local underground club.

"Jin how's the progress?" Namjoon spoke using their long-range micro earpiece, which allowed them to communicate over extended distances.

As he frantically types along his sixteen-inch, heavily encrypted computer keyboard, the hacker lets out a frustrated sigh. "This is a stateful inspection firewall, which means tons of packets, and tons of packets means many malicious codes, and those malicious codes translate to SSL encryption, which makes it more complicated than most we've encountered. One wrong code entry, anyone and everyone who has immediate access to the satellite imaging systems will be alerted exactly thirty seconds af—"

"Jin, you're rambling. Just say you need more time." Yoongi huffed. "I was utterly exhausted from listening to all of that information. Everything you said went in one ear and out the other."

"It's called a learning moment Yoongi, something you need more of. And if you're going to address me like that, you ought to put honorifics after my name." Jin responds harshly.

Their leader mentally shakes his head. "If you're finished bickering, Jin hyung, what's the status? Who knows how close they are."

"These bastards have three fucking walls. THREE! Although I cracked two of them, so one more down, but it may take a few minutes longer." He answered.

"Damn you, Jin hyung." Taehyung mutters quietly, which the eldest still managed to hear.

"Ya-! Didn't I tell you all that this is a military-grade security wall! And if you don't want to be caught, I said it would take time!" He was profoundly fed up with their pestering. The things I do for you impatient brats, he grumbles in his head.

Minutes later, the expert hacker miraculously breached the third firewall, just in time to locate their target using military satellite imaging. "GUYS! I got in, I have visual on the three trucks."

"Excellent-" comments Namjoon.

"We knew we could count on you, Jin hyung. Never doubt a second." Jungkook commended him.

"Yeah, yeah. It was whatever- anyway, they're close by. They should arrive in two minutes." Jin notifies them.

"Okay, engines hot everyone!" Namjoon orders and the others nod sagely with their black helmets on. "Did you set the detonator, Jungkook?"

The addressed man hums. "Yes. It's ready under Jin hyung's command."

"They're entering in... three... two... go after those sons of bitches." Shadow Hacker smirks smugly as he informs his team members.

The three semi-truck-looking vehicles entered the tunnel precisely on Jin's countdown, and the five men instantly formed a straight line, trailing just behind the third truck, completely hidden from the driver's side view mirrors.

"We need a headcount in each truck."

"On it." As usual, his lightning-fast fingers went to work, controlling access to the thermal imaging to peer through the trucks' metal.

"All right, the truck Jungkook is going to hijack has a dozen people inside, including the driver and one on the passenger side."

"And seven in the second truck—it's the third truck that's the issue."

"Why?"

"With sixteen people in that metal rectangle, you're obviously going to be outnumbered." Jin replies. "So smart move proposing to immediately eliminate the third truck."

"Thank our anonymous tip." Namjoon corrects.

Jin then turns his camera angle to the trucks traveling through the tunnels. "Jungkook, prepare to jump at my signal."

Tightening the utility harness that was around his hips and right upper thigh, Jungkook stands on the edge of the concrete tunnel and listens for his hyung's signal.

He cracks his knuckles and joints briefly before focusing his attention on the road below him, where he hears the faint sound of approaching vehicles. The first truck then appears. "Jump now!"

He leaps from the concrete and lands with a grunt on the top of the metal attached to the truck, rolling up on one knee. He glances behind him, over his shoulder, expecting the bomb he set to explode over the third vehicle under Jin's command.

The third vehicle was ready to depart the tunnel when the device failed to detonate. As a result, Jungkook's face was filled with confusion. Even the rest of the gang was bewildered. The man with the circle lens spectacles, on the other hand, begins to panic.

"Why didn't it go off, Jin?" Jungkook questioned.

Jin presses a button on a separate controller repeatedly; the button that was designed to remotely trigger the explosion, but it never did. Frustrated, he returns to his computer, pulling up satellite imagery to inspect the device Jungkook planted.

That was the moment he realized...

"YA! Jungkook, you took the wrong one!" Jin screeched through his headset.

"What?! But I wasn't the one who loaded it into the helicopter. When I walked in, it was already there." He defends himself. "I assumed you put it there."

"No, I did not! Whoever it was grabbed the wrong one!" Jin states.

"Fuck-" Someone murmured, but everyone heard, as the five men took their assigned positions. "Who said that? Was that you Namjoon?"

The leader mentally facepalms himself. "Shit- yeah. I was the one who left it in the helicopter."

Yoongi turns his head to glare at Namjoon for a fraction of a second. "What do we do now?!"

"I mean, didn't Jin say there's at least sixteen in that damn truck? We're going to be outnumbered and outgunned; please tell me you've got a backup plan!"

"I'm thinking alright! Try to take out their tires, first!" Namjoon shouts back.

Suddenly, the sides of the truck's metal piece begin to move, and a machine emerges, displaying a mini machine gun. Taehyung and Jimin, the two men designated on the sides, widened their eyes at this.

"OH SHIT, THAT'S NOT HAPPENING-"

"THEY GOT FUCKING MACHINE GUNS!"

"ACTIVATE SHIELDS NOW!" Namjoon commands audibly.

Fortunately, the two members activated their shields barely a millisecond before shots were fired at them. "If you have a backup plan, I suggest you say something now!" yells Taehyung.

"Since when did these bastards get their hands on machine guns!" Hoseok exclaimed.

"Worry about that later! We've got bullets fired at us right now!" Jimin screams.

"Pull out, for now, take cover in the rear." Namjoon instructs, and they quickly comply, applying their brakes and retreating behind the third truck.

"Jin, any ideas?!" Yoongi calls to him.

"I'm on it right now." Looks like he's about to save their asses once again.

He switches the screen on his computer and brings up a coding system that is concurrently linked to the ultralight helicopter Jungkook was once in. "I've taken control of the helicopter and am heading it toward you."

"You can remotely control the helicopter?!" Jungkook hung his mouth apart slightly. "That means I didn't need to fly up there myself!"

"That's not entirely true, we needed someone to plant the bomb." Namjoon replied.

Jungkook crossed his arms. "Yeah, one that was the wrong one."

"SORRY, OKAY-"

"Will you be able to take out the third truck?" The fourth oldest of the gang asks the eldest.

Jin hums. "Yes, I got an idea."

"Good, Taehyung and Jimin hang in there."

"It's not like we can go anywhere." Jimin rolled his eyes.

As if things couldn't get any worse, the rear hatch of the truck unexpectedly opens, showing all fourteen men inside, pointing weapons at the two. "JIN, GET YOUR ASS HERE FAST, THEY'RE AIMING AT US!"

"That's it, I'm heading over." The maknae announces, fed up.

"No, Jungkook, stick to the plan!" But he never listened, thinking, the plan that just backfired? Sure.

≫ play track: i like the way you die - black honey (on loop) ≪

He silently tched to himself as he sprinted over to jump across to the second vehicle, then did the same to land on the last truck, filled with the fourteen armed men.

As he approaches the open door, he takes an electrocution grenade, snaps the metal key off, and quickly throws it inside. Within a short moment, the grenade detonates, electrocuting three guys within the five-foot radius and paralyzing them for the next few hours.

Jungkook then swings into the truck, confronting the remaining ten men head-on. "Let's dance shall we." He grins cunningly at the men who are startled by his abrupt entrance.

The men soon shook off their surprise and began firing at him. However, Jungkook's superhuman-like reflexes allow him to activate his energy shield, emitted from his wrist device, and deflect the bullets, just like the others. When he was close to one, he deactivated the shield and threw a punch at the first man, followed by a brutal knee strike to the gut.

Taking advantage of the vulnerable state, he tightly grips the poor man's wrist that held the gun and pins it around his back. With the man's gun, he starts shooting at another, killing them.

Now with five people left standing, he slides along the ground, avoiding the aimed weapons above him, without thinking. He instantly leaps up, catching them off guard as he gets ahold of the next target's arm and throws him over his shoulder. The man's shoulder is dislocated when he hits the ground, causing him to cry out in pain.

He reactivates his shield instinctively, just as the last four attempt to shoot at him again. Never pausing and depriving Jungkook of the chance to draw his own weapon. And unfortunately, he slowly finds himself backing up into the corner, pinned down. "Shit, Jin hyung, where are you?! I'm pinned down!"

With no reply, the sounds of a helicopter flying overhead filled their ears, and the fire ceased, and the men started pointing at the helicopter. "I'll handle it from here; get out of there right now."

Jungkook dashes towards the open hatch where the men were standing, withdrawing two of his guns from his hips and hitting their legs, immobilizing them. He then hastily climbs over to the top and races to the next moving truck.

Jin controls the helicopter by typing on the keyboard of his computer, dropping a distinct piece of machinery below it.

"Is that a fucking missile attached to the helicopter?!!" Jimin screams, his eyes widening at the sight.

"A FUCKING WHAT-?!" Yoongi screams in disbelief, momentarily gazing behind him.

"I suggest you, Jimin and Tae increase your distance from the truck." Jin advises.

"You don't need to tell me twice." Taehyung responded as the two pulled away from the truck.

Before hitting the enter key to launch the missile, the expert hacker makes a snide remark. "Enjoy the light show boys."

The missile is deployed, and the third truck explodes, demolishing it completely. The impact of the explosion drives Jungkook backward, but the youngest swiftly regains his balance on top of the truck.

"Bullseye!" Jin laughs cheerfully.

"Holy fuck, hyung, a goddamn missile? You're a fucking lunatic, man." Hoseok says.

"You should be thanking me; didn't I say I'd save your asses again?" He huffed.

"Great, the third truck is out. Proceed with the rest of the plan, everyone—hopefully the other two don't have machine guns on the side as well." Namjoon instructs once more. "Hyung, stay on standby in case we need another trick of yours."

"Copy."

As gunshots roared in the air, presumably from the between the two gangs, Jungkook dashed forward to the semi-truck's cab, where the driver and passenger sat. He swings over the passenger seat, breaking through the window and all at once kicking the man in the passenger seat in the head. As he swoops in effortlessly, he pulls out his combat knife and stabs the man in the neck, giving neither of them time to react and killing him quickly.

The driver panics and friskily reaches for his gun to shoot him. However, with another lethal brute power of Jungkook's kick, the man flies out of the moving truck before he could harm Jungkook.

The master combatant then hops into the driver's seat. "I've gained control of the first truck."

"Good. You know what to do, the others and I will be ready right after." Namjoon says.

Jungkook nods and slams on the brakes, turning the steering wheel sharply to block off the truck behind him.

The tires screeched as the truck behind Jungkook came to a halt, almost colliding with him. The maknae exits the cab and walks menacingly towards the truck, his hands wrapped around his two guns strapped to his hips.

The cab doors open as the two men attempt to eliminate Jungkook. But as soon as their heads poked out, they both dropped dead.

The rest of the members join Jungkook, facing the back of the truck with their weapons drawn.

"Jin cover the other truck, will you be able to target all of them?" Namjoon inquired.

"I might or might not have installed a mini MIRV." He smirked evilly as he hovered the helicopter over the truck Jungkook had earlier hijacked. (Multiple Independently-targetable Reentry Vehicles)

"All right, then, let's bring these treasures home." Namjoon comments. "And let's take one."

≫ track stop ≪

The sun had set and the Bangtan Boys had returned home, they unloaded the dozens of batches of stolen equipment and supplies into their storage house on their property.

The seven members step into the quiet house, sweaty, slightly bloodied, and bruised from the anticipated gunfight with the other people in the trucks.

They surveyed the area as they entered the living room. "At least everything seems in place and clean. Looks like we had nothing to worry about."

"Sun-Woo!" Hoseok calls out.

Moments later, shuffling can be softly heard, and soon a figure emerged from the kitchen door. "Good evening, sirs, how did the mission go?"

"Everything went as planned." Namjoon responded, but the others snorted, making the leader groan. "Hey, at least we accomplished what we needed to do."

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Yeah, barely, because somebody believed he was confident enough to know which exact explosive to take."

He puts his hands up defensively. "Excuse me- everything looked the same to me!"

Sun-woo shifts his gaze awkwardly between the '93 and '94 members. He hadn't expected them to start bickering.

"Sun-woo, where's the girl?" Jin asked.

Their butler turns to the oldest. "Oh, she's been inside the room since you all left."

"It appears she refuses to leave her spot, claiming you told her to 'stay here.'"

"So she didn't come out at all?" Hoseok arched his brow.

Their butler nods, leaving the gang rather surprised except for Jimin and Jungkook. Which Sun-Woo notices. "You both don't seem as surprised as the rest."

Both of them shrugged their shoulders. "She'd been acting like that since we met her, so we kind of expected it."

He lets out an 'ah' of understanding. "Do you want to see her? Shall I fetch her?"

"No, I'll get her—" Hoseok returns eye contact with the six other pairs of eyes now on him. "I'd like to make further observations on her."

"All right, go ahead." Namjoon gives a nod.

Hoseok then walked up their extravagant modern stairs and down the long corridor to the familiar white room that had not been used in a long time. He knocks on the door, respecting your privacy given that you're a lady, but it doesn't mean he would immediately be overly buddy-buddy with the girl they barely met less than twenty-four hours earlier.

He waits for a response but does not receive one, so he proceeds to push the door open. His gaze was drawn to your body fast asleep soundly across the bed.

Was she waiting for us this entire time, he wondered.

He approaches you quietly, taking in your sleeping form. That's when he noticed the dark circles under your eyes, which were partially hidden by your fluttery thick lashes. Your plump and slightly chapped lips, and your sunken cheeks, that showed signs of malnourishment.

Starting to think about it, he feels a little guilty knowing he needs to wake up the peaceful sleeping female who clearly needed the rest.

But he wants to know more about you, whether you're a threat to his family or innocent all along, but can you honestly call oneself innocent in this forsaken world? And to determine this stranger's true motives, he must present himself as 'friendly' and 'caring' towards you.

Nonetheless, he reached for you and gently shook you awake. "H-hey, wake up."

It takes a few moments, but you jolt up, terror etched across your face, thinking you're back in your ten-by-ten box from before.

"Woah woah woah- ease up, it's just me." He takes a step back, giving you space while calming you down.

As soon as you hear those words, your eyes focused on the man in front of you. 'It's just me,' the words echoed in your head, and security filled your body.

"Hi there, good morning sunshine." Says the masculine melodic voice.

"H-hi." You finally recognize him as one of the members you met the night previously. Ho-seon? Hosan? Hobi?

"How long have you slept?"

"I-I don't know."

He frowns slightly. "Hopefully you can sleep later on, it is pretty late. It's sunset already."

You tilt your head. "Sunset?"

"Yeah, sunset. Have you ever heard or seen a sunset?"

You shake your head, causing the older man to draw his lips together and then smile. "Well, let's meet the rest of the guys outside and I'll show you your first sunset."

"Okay." You said.

The pair of you finally join the rest of the group in the living room along with Sun-woo.

"Wow, she really did not leave the room." Taehyung stares in amazement.

"I presume she understands obedience very well." Sun-woo's eyes linger on you.

"I suppose so..."

Taehyung then approaches you, his boxy smile on his face. "Hey, cutie. Good job following orders."

You look at him with doe eyes, perplexed by his antics. He chuckles at this and raises his hand to pat you on the head, but as soon as you see his hand lift, your eyes flood with panic, and you pressed your eyelids shut, evidently waiting for impact.

Your reaction causes him to freeze and pull back almost immediately. "O-oh! I-I'm sorry!"

Hoseok watched their interaction. "I suppose she is sensitive to such actions... Perhaps, she suffered abuse before."

"Just reassure her that you won't hurt her, and she'll let you touch her." Jimin states.

Taehyung nods and returns his attention to you. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. I-I was just commending you."

You carefully open your eyes, watching with caution as Taehyung repeats his earlier moves, but more slowly. He then gently pats your head while smiling, revealing his adorable bread cheeks.

Jin clears his throat. "So... 007, you really just stayed in your room as we told you?"

You turn to face him, nodding in response. "Y-yes."

Jin was going to ask you another question about if you had eaten when you spoke up. "Someone hurt."

Everyone looks at you in confusion, then exchanges glance with each other. "Hurt? Well, I mean we kind of got into a fight but it's merely scratches, we're fine."

"No, someone hurt bad."

"Well, as you can see, we're perfectly standing up, so I think we're fine." Yoongi spits.

Jimin furrows his brows. "Yo, Yoongi, relax. She's just trying to help, maybe she's right."

"No one said anything on the way home, which usually means we all survived and are fine." Yoongi fired back.

You, on the other hand, are focused on the energy that alerts you of an injury emanating from a specific person. You follow your superhuman senses, and your feet move toward the man who shielded you the first time you met.

Your eyes trail up to his face. "You hurt, bad."

"Jungkook?" All eyes are now on him, making the maknae nervous and anxiously laughing. "No, no- I'm f-fine."

Jin raised a brow. "Are you really?"

He weakly nods. "Y-yeah, I really a—"

Suddenly, the dongsaeng dropped forward, his head and upper torso collapsing against you, causing everyone to exclaim. "Jungkook!"

masterpost | one | three

TOUCH - MAFIA BTS OT7 X READER [ONE]

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summary: you have finally escaped the filthy jail you were made to grow up in as a guinea pig. on your way out, you bump into two members of south korea's most infamous mafia gang. stunned by the rather intriguing encounter with you, the younger one decides to bring you back to their home base in secret, only to have their plan foiled when the rest of the gang catches them red handed and the entire group unanimously decides what to do with the strange girl, which is you.

pairings: mafia bts ot7 x experimented human female reader

genre: mafia au | moderate? angst | romance | sci-fi | action | fluff

warnings: mentions of blood, verbal harassment, gun, and swearing.

word count: 6,933 (decided to combine two chapters from wattpad)

tags list: @juju-227592, @drunkzseok, @yourgirlcin, @babybunli, @xanny91, @bibetsa, @borahae-reads, @lalavione1309, @luvsbngtn, @tetehearts, @singukieee, @serendididy, @quixoticbittersweet, @iriaachan, @jksisbunntboy, @missseoulite (the tags that are strikethrough could not be tagged)

masterpost | intro + characters | two

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He speeds down the vacant corridors till he comes to a halt in front of her room. Well, that's what he likes to call it. Everyone knows it's more like a prison cell for you.

Within the 10 by 10-foot concrete box, there were no windows and only a single bed, a toilet, and a sink next to it. He swipes his key card quickly, unlocking the automated steel door. And as soon as it slides open, he rushes over to your sleeping body.

When he gently jerks you awake, your eyes flickered open. You glance about frantically till your gaze is drawn to him.

"It's okay, it's okay. It's just me." He coos at you quietly.

He gulps before speaking. "Listen, we don't have a lot of time."

You can only stare at him, as if asking for an explanation wordlessly, given your speech impediment.

"You're in danger, but I'm going to get you out of here. Y-Your father is taking things too far..."

"...You don't deserve any of this, you're supposed to live a normal life. And now is the time to do so." He digs into his pocket and pulls out a purple pendant chain necklace.

He stretches out his hands to your neck, causing you to flinch. "Don't worry, it won't hurt you."

You comply, allowing him to place the necklace around your neck. "Do not take this off, no matter what."

"Do you understand?" He locks his gaze with you. You nod, and although you can't say much, you can comprehend most sentences.

"Good. Let's go." He says as he gently grasps your hand and pulls you out of the grim box.

You both rushed through the halls, making a few different turns, just like he did earlier. "In about three minutes, they will check your room and the alarms will go off."

The pair of you stopped in front of another door. His personal lab, it was like his happy place, which was sickening. You step back, shaking your head at him, recognizing that door all too well.

As soon as he turns around and sees your reaction, his face softens. "Appa isn't in there. Don't worry, this is the only way out."

"I will never hurt you. Do you trust me?" He extends his hand once again.

You glance at his face, then at his hand, briefly, with hesitancy, before clutching it. The corner of his lips tugs upwards slightly, and he walks inside the room without hesitation.

The alarm goes off less than a second after he shuts the door behind him. You quickly curl into a ball, covering your ears, overwhelmed with fright and confusion.

He grabbed your shoulders and shakes you out of your distress, knowing you don't have much time left. "You've got to go now!"

You look up at him, tears brimming in your purple glowing eyes.

He sighs in guilt. "Stay here for a second." He sprints up to a single metal shelf, pushing it aside, revealing a small vent.

You notice the metal vent and tilt your head in curiosity. He swiftly turns around and approaches you. "You need to crawl in there. Continue straight until you see light at the opposite end."

"Kick the metal as hard as you can, and after you're out, run as far as you can away from here."

"Run until you see large buildings all around you and other people walking about like you." He explains.

You nod. "Okay."

"Repeat what I said."

"Crawl until I see light... Kick... Run far, look buildings... And people, like me...?" You reply.

"Good." He breaks off the metal and leads you inside. As you begin to crawl, voices can be heard outside the lab's door.

He panics and scrambles the metal frame onto the vent outlet. "Go!"

You watch for a minute while he covers the vent with the metal shelf from earlier, hearing the hammering against the door.

Fearing that they would find you, you begin crawling farther down the vent as he instructed. You soon found the light at the other end.

You shifted your body so that your legs are in front of you, recalling his words to yourself. After a forceful kick, you finally exit and run.

The words echo in your head, along with the emotions they evoked.

Run as far as you can...

Large buildings...

People... Like you...

After a time, you peer behind you, seeing the lab you grew up in from birth, gradually shrinking in your vision. You never understood why you had to do what Appa told you to do, and you never liked any of it.

But you couldn't resist because every time you tried, the consequences were worse.

Everything that passed you by was unfamiliar to you, and your interest in the outside world only grew. Were there people like you truly out there?

After an hour or two, you find yourself on the busy road's sidewalk, crowded with cars. Of course, you had no idea what it was called. Everything you looked at, whether it was vehicles zooming by you, birds flying in the sky, people strolling, dogs and cats walking with their owners, or green trees and other greenery, piqued your interest.

You raised your eyes to the large lettering mounted on the concrete bridge. You struggle to read it, your brow furrowed in concentration. "S-Seoul we-elcoome... you."

Another half-hour has passed, and you're now surrounded by the city life of Seoul. Large buildings all around, and people like you crowding the city streets, just as he said.

But this quickly became an issue since he forgot to consider that you had never interacted with so many people in your life, let alone be surrounded by thousands at one time.

Seoul was known for its congested sidewalks, where practically everyone walked with little personal space. Too often people brush up against each other, even collide, and don't even realize it.

As the panic in you slowly start to build up, people around you gave you weird looks while you continued to wander in the new environment you had discovered. But who wouldn't? A young girl, barefooted and clothed in nothing but a blue hospital gown and messy hair, was roaming around their beautiful metropolis.

You then suddenly sensed a bad aura, something bad was happening to someone. It was a result of all of your trials and experiments, that you're able to distinguish between bad and good emotions.

Although you couldn't express it properly in your own words, for obvious reasons, you were aware of what they were and the various outcomes that may come from them. But, of course, you still had a lot to learn, especially since you're in a foreign territory.

Following the negative energy, you begin to cross the road mindlessly, and as soon as you take a few steps, a loud car horn blares, followed by tires screeching.

As a man steps out of his car and violently shuts the door, you freeze in place. "What the hell lady?!"

"Are you crazy?!" He yells.

You look at him with a sweet yet blank expression on your face. "You... mad."

He scoffs. "The hell I am! What do you think?!"

"Can't you tell this isn't a crosswalk?!"

You tilt your head, a little perplexed. "Cross.. walk?"

His face turns red as he becomes increasingly agitated by you. "Are you fucking mental or something?!"

He clenches his jaw and inched closer to you.

"What the fuck are you even doing on the road?!" He spits in your face unknowingly, causing your head to recoil back at the contact.

You take a step back, uncomfortable with the man's close proximity. You returned your gaze to him, but it was quickly diverted by something else.

You fixed your eyes on a scene in which one man towers over another. It appears to be the source of the bad energy.

You walk past the enraged man in front of you without further thought, but your hair is immediately yanked backward. And you're thrown back, slamming onto the hard asphalt road, scraping your hand and elbow, making it bleed.

Inside a window-tinted black van, three men are sitting casually, as it moves. The chauffeur is dressed in a white long-sleeved dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a black bow tie. The two others sat together in the back.

If there was one thing you could say about these two men, it would be that they were really handsome and well dressed. They exuded such a powerful aura that simply being in the same room with them made you feel small and intimidated.

"I have a bad feeling about this... I don't think we've ever seen a case like this before." The man, clothed in a black leather suit jacket and graced with beautiful pink plump lips, rests his chin on his clasped hands.

Across from him, the man, who was dressed in a black long sleeve top with one sleeve cut off and a black harness over it, chuckles before taking a sip from his whiskey cup. "Well, it's not every day you find a bunch of missing medical supplies and laboratory equipment sold so abruptly and in large sums."

"But, why should it really concern us, Jimin Hyung?" He places his whiskey cup beside him.

Jimin directs his gaze at him. "Because it will leave innocent people suffering. Whoever is doing this is selfish, Jungkook."

Jungkook scoffs. "Welcome to the real world. Isn't this something we're used to?"

"That's not the point-" He sighs exasperatedly. He was about to open his mouth again when the van violently braked.

Since the pair wore no seatbelts, the jolt sent them sideways, landing on the floor of the van.

Jimin glares upfront. "What the fuck was that?!"

The chauffeur flinches as he realizes he's being addressed. "I-I'm sorry, sir, but s-someone suddenly stopped in front of us."

Moments later, all three of them heard muffled yelling from outside. Jungkook and Jimin exchanged a brief glance before the man in the leather suit jacket stood up and exited the vehicle.

"Wait- Mr. Park! I don't think-"

Jungkook flashed him a piercing stare that made the poor man gulp. "Just watch over the car." He then leaves and follows his Hyung.

The man who flung you on the asphalt is now looming above you. Fear began to set in, and your eyes glowed purple as he watched you steadily sit up, curiously putting your hands into view.

You start to self-heal yourself, seeing the blood spots leaking from your wounded skin. The man's eyes widen as he notices the changed form in your eyes.

"What the...?" He muttered, shifting back slightly.

His brows furrowed. "What the fuck! Y-you're a fucking freak!"

"She's a goddamn freak!" He shouts, pointing at you, drawing the attention of nearby onlookers.

Your eyes return to normal when your injuries completely healed, feeling profoundly confused by his comments. "... Freak...?"

"Did anyone see that! H-her eyes changed colors, s-she's a monster!" He looks around, as people slowly gathered around them.

You still sit there with her head tilted and the same innocent but vacant expression on your face. "What's.. a monster...?"

The man gave you a disgusted yet frustrated look. "You! That's exactly what you are!" He then rushes forward, almost grabbing you, causing you to flinch again from his sudden movements.

But before he could reach you, he's forcibly pushed back, causing him to stagger backward.

"What the hell?!" He regains his composure, finally focusing his gaze on the stranger who stopped him.

"I think you've done enough." The voice was smooth yet frighteningly authoritative.

"Who do you think you-" The man tries to fire back, but the stranger who pushed him only raises his brow as if daring him to finish his sentence.

That's when it dawned on him. This is a man he should not mess with. Casanova... One of seven members of their country's most notorious mafia gang.

"You know- It's one thing to raise your voice at a woman, but it's another thing to try put your hands on one. Especially an innocent one." He gives him a menacing stare.

The man gulps, struggling to maintain eye contact. "She's the one who walked into a busy road! She shouldn't be here in the first place!"

Before Jimin could respond, the man in front of him attempts to rush past him, chasing after you, who suddenly stands up and moves towards the scene you saw earlier. "Hey! Where do you think you're going, lady?!"

Jimin rolled his eyes and jerks the man back from his collar. "And where do you think you're going?"

The leather-suited man casts a sidelong glance at his dongsaeng. "Delta, go after her."

The dongsaeng obeyed him with a silent nod, leaving the two men on the road. Jimin then shifts his attention back to the man in front of him. "There is no excuse for abusing a helpless young woman. Shall I teach you a lesson?"

He smirks wickedly, sending chills down the man's spine. His expression changes to one of terror, and he trembles slightly when he realizes he has no way out. That's because no one dares to challenge the Bangtan Boys. Their business is their business, and no one is allowed to get in the way. Not even the police.

The man looks around desperately for anybody who is willing to help him. But, unfortunately, there isn't anyone. Nobody wants to, therefore they turn a blind eye to the situation.

Jimin laughs cynically. "No one will help you. You brought this on yourself."

"Come to think of it, I was just having a stressful day... But it appears that I've found a way to relieve my stress." He began taking perilous steps towards the defenseless man, while he in exchange, moves back.

Meanwhile, Jungkook jogs after the nameless young woman, which is you, being only a couple of feet behind. "Hey! Girl in the blue gown!"

You, as if in a trance, ignore Jungkook's calls and continues to travel toward the negative source you were sensing.

The unknown man, who towers over the other, slams him against a brick wall. At the same time, Jungkook had finally caught up to you, and the guy draws a gun.

You yell, overwhelmed by the negative energy. "No!"

The man catches sight of you, and then...

BANG!...

Your eyes are pressed tight, and your hands are covering your ears. You reopen your eyes to find a figure covering you. It's almost as though it's shielding you...

You raised your head, your gaze fixed on the stranger. Although you didn't know the words, he looked very appealing. Large doe eyes with a defined face structure and jawline.

He breathes. "Are you... all right?"

You merely stare at him, most likely still processing what just happened and recuperating from the gunshot's ample noise.

The odd thing was that there was no blood. No, none of them was covered in blood, but when you peered over the stranger's shoulder, you noticed the unfortunate victim on the ground, covered in his own blood.

The perpetrator fled the scene as soon as he pulled the trigger. He must have recognized the man who accompanied you and decided it was best to do what he needed to do and get out of there.

But it will all be in vain since Jungkook has a remarkable memory, having a clear image of the man, and will soon find him.

Your eyes widen at the sight, sensing the emptiness radiating from the victim. "No..."

You brush by him, not in an impolite manner, of course. The man shallowly breathes, noticing your petite figure approaching him. "Help... Ple-Please..."

"It hurts so much, I don't want to die this way." He whimpers.

The wounded man appears to be in his mid-forties, with gray hair dispersed throughout his short dark locks. He also has some mature creases on his forehead.

"It hurts?" You say.

He gives a faint nod. "Help me..."

You crouch next to him, your eyes glowing, signaling you're about to use your special abilities. In fright, he locks his vision on your brilliant violet eyes, gasping and backing away. "W-What are you...?"

You frown a little. "I won't hurt- I help..."

"I promise it won't hurt." You softly reassure him.

He stares at you briefly. "Okay."

Jungkook, on the other hand, quietly observes as you delicately cover the man's gunshot wound with your hand.

His pupils dilate as he watches the veins surrounding the man's wound and on your hand glow purple. It looked like something out of a sci-fi film.

What the fuck is happening right now? He thought.

Tears dropped from your eyes, as you transfer his pain into herself from feeling the same sharp burning sensation. You chew on your lower lip, suppressing your pained groans, for a few more excruciating seconds before pulling your hand away from him. "D-does it hurt?"

He smiles with bloodied lips. "No. T-thank you..."

"I don't know how you did it, but thank you." He exhales a weak breath as his eyes slowly shut. "You know... You kind of remind me of her..."

"Her?"

"Yeah, my Areum..." And with that, his eyes finally closed.

"A-Areum?" You muttered, but he didn't respond.

Your brow scrunched as you placed her bloodied hands on the motionless body. "Ya- Wake up."

You try to shake him awake, but it is futile. Jungkook sighs and approaches you from behind. "He's gone."

You pause, acknowledging him. "But he's here."

"That's not what I meant. He's dead, which means he's no longer alive." He explained bluntly.

Jungkook rests a hand on your shoulder as you drop your hands, still staring at the dead man. "Come on. The police will find him, and your presence will make matters worse." More like my presence, but there's no time for an explanation for that.

"His family will be contacted, and he won't be alone."

You raise your eyes to Jungkook. "What is... family...?"

"What?" He raised his brows.

"You said..." You point at him. "...Family... What is family?"

Something is certainly not right here. First, she causes a road rage, then walks into a crime scene, and she touches a man with glowing purple veins, lastly, she has no idea what family is.

So many thoughts raced through his head, but one thing he was certain of was that the girl in front of him was no ordinary girl. Therefore, he made the conscious decision to take you with him.

You glanced at him, waiting for an answer, but he is cut off by the sound of his phone buzzing.

He quickly reaches inside his pants pocket and takes out his phone. "Hello?"

"I'm all finished here. Where are you and the h/c colored girl?" Jimin spoke.

He returns your gaze. "We're nearby. We'll be there in two." He then hangs up the phone and lowers himself to your level.

"You're gonna have to come with me, little girl." He commanded.

You blink. "Okay."

Jungkook gets baffled by your instant cooperation. That was easy... Maybe too easy. He makes a mental note to keep a close eye on you. He then pulled you by the hand and led you back to their black van.

"Well, hello there." Jimin greets you charmingly as you enter the van with Jungkook.

You look up at him. "H-Hello..."

Jungkook walks up to the chauffeur. "Continue our way home, we have urgent matters to discuss."

He then returns to the two others in the back, with Jimin raising his brow at him. "What is this 'urgent matters' you speak of?"

"Her." Jungkook nods his head at you.

Jimin then shifts his eyes to you. "What about her? Is she from a mental asylum or something?"

"Who knows... but I don't think she's human." He whispered the last part.

"What are you talking about? She looks pretty human to me." Jimin retorts with a scrunched face.

Jungkook sighs. "I'll explain it later when we get home."

"Are you sure it's a good idea to bring this girl home?" Jimin turns to Jungkook as they exit the van, followed by the silent blue gown-clad girl, you.

"What if she's psycho and attacks us?"

Jungkook scoffs at his hyung's nonsense, rolling his eyes. "We're literally trained mafia gangsters, Hyung. Do you honestly believe she'll be able to lay a hand on us?"

"But we could never lay a hand on a woman. It's just against our moral code." Jimin crosses his arms.

"True, but if she attacks me without reason and with the intent to seriously harm me, I will fight back. I'm telling you that." Jungkook replied.

"And no one can really stop us since we live in the most remote location."

Jimin scrunches his face in uncertainty. "Well— Except for hyungs." He then checks his watch. "Which, by the way, will arrive home in about two hours, so we better be quick."

"Yeah, yeah."

Jungkook then pivots to face you. "Hey. Follow us, okay? Don't touch anything."

"You got it." He raised his brows.

You blink and silently nod. Jimin watches the pair's interaction. "At least she's obedient."

Jungkook responds with a shrug. The two men and you then entered the house, or mansion, as we shall call it, and were immediately greeted by its luxurious design. The exceptionally high ceiling, the rich modern yet simple layout, and the decorations span the vast entryway that leads to the living room.

"Let's keep her in your room while we talk in here." Jungkook proposed.

Jimin's eyes bulged. "Why my room?! Why not your room!"

"Because there are fewer things that could break. Seriously, your room is so minimalistic."

"Besides, it's the closest to the stairway, so she'll be able to get down faster when it's time to leave." Jungkook elaborated.

Jimin sighs defeatedly as he clicks his tongue. "Fine, this better be worth it. You owe me Jeon Jungkook."

Jungkook gives his hyung a not-so-innocent smile. Jimin then looks at the girl, scanning her with his eyes up and down. "First, she needs to get cleaned up. She's not going to be lounging on my furniture like that."

"My goodness, you sound like Jin." Jimin narrows his eyes in response to the dongsaeng's complaint.

"Let's get this over with." He unexpectedly grabs your elbow, making you flinch and look up at him.

"I won't hurt you." He reassures you, then softly pulls you again.

As soon as you three enter the older male's room, you instantly scan your surroundings. Looked at everything with awe. Your gaze was soon drawn to the 98-inch 8k flatscreen tv. You approach it with a curious tilt of your head.

The men watch you approach it quietly, noticing your dim reflection against the barren black screen. You extend your hand and poke at your reflection. "Is this... me?"

They exchanged a brief glance before Jungkook spoke. "Yes, that is you. You're a mess."

"Do you know what that thing is?" Jimin asked.

You turn your head at him. "It's me."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "No, that's not what I meant. I'm referring to this large black box."

You pout slightly, not understanding what he's saying, leaving the two men dumbfounded by your lack of knowledge of one of the most basic items in modern society. "I-It's a tv. It essentially displays moving images and emits sounds according to what is displayed on the screen."

He reaches for the black remote that had been carelessly tossed on the edge of his bed. "I'll show you."

"Should I put on a kids show?" Jimin whispers to the younger one.

"It looks like she'd understand that better." Jungkook answers.

Jimin turned on the television, completely unaware that his volume was set ridiculously high. The abrupt roaring audio triggers you to startle and curl up into yourself, shielding your ears, like you did at the lab.

That's when you remembered the deafening sirens and the hammering on the door during her escape merely hours earlier. Your eyes are tightly clenched as Jimin and Jungkook panics at your reaction.

"Turn it off!" Jungkook screams as Jimin fumbles with the remote.

"Yeah- I'm trying!" He shouts back, finally turning it off.

The dongsaeng sighs deeply in embarrassment. "Why the hell do you have your tv so loud?"

"O-our rooms are far apart, it wasn't like it disturbed any of you guys." He stutters.

Jungkook shook his head in disappointment, then shifted his gaze to the petite girl curled on the floor. He frowns softly, questioning what happened to this you before they all met to make you so clueless about everything and react so badly.

Jimin looks at you with a guilty expression. Meanwhile, Jungkook quietly approaches you and hesitantly touches your shoulder, to bring you out of your fright. You give him a solemn face while unconsciously flashing your vibrant purple eyes at them.

Jimin's jaw drops at the sight, finally recognizing what he meant when he said you're not ordinary.

"What the actual fuck?!" He exclaims, causing Jungkook's head to snap at the curse word. "Dude..."

You scrunch your eyebrows. "Fuck?"

Jungkook returns his sight to her. "Don't say that, he didn't mean to say that."

The younger one glares at his hyung, who smiles bashfully. "Oops-? It's fine, she doesn't know what it means."

"Now, do you see what I meant?"

"Yes, we have a lot to talk about. This is very— fascinating..."

"But, once again, let's get her cleaned up." While Jungkook helps you to your feet, Jimin walks up to his drawer and brings out an old sweatshirt and shorts that are too small for him.

Jimin then pulls the very bottom drawer, which is filled with... female underclothes...

Jungkook grimaces in disgust. "Are you really going to give her your past hook-ups' underwear?"

Jimin rolls his eyes. "They're clean."

"Yeah but still-"

The two men led you to Jimin's bathroom, while the oldest one held the folded clothing."This is the bathroom. You need to shower and change into these clothes—"

Jimin places the stacked clothes on the counter. You stared blankly at the folded garments. "You'll have to undress first."

Understanding his words but not the appropriate timing, you grasp the hem of your robe and begin lifting it.

Their eyes widen at your quick compliance. "WAIT WAIT WAIT-"

You froze in place, perplexed by their reactions. Jimin chuckles shyly. "Once this door is closed, you can start to undress."

He then shuts the door as the boys step out.

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After a good fifteen minutes, you emerged from the bathroom. All dressed in Jimin's oversized hoodie, which made you look even smaller than you already were, and shorts that ended just above your knees.

Jungkook snorts at your look. "Cute."

Jimin clears his throat. "We'll be talking downstairs, you stay here and try not to break anything, okay?"

You nod in response, and the two exit the room.

"Explain." As they sat across from each other on the couch, Jimin locked eyes with Jungkook.

Jungkook then goes on to explain what happened earlier, when he followed after you, who managed to stumble upon an active homicide scene. And how you approached the poor man who had been shot and was pleading for help because he was in pain, then did whatever you did which caused your veins to glow purple, much like your eyes.

"I'm guessing she took away his pain. I did overhear him say that he was no longer in pain."

He chuckles dryly. "This may sound strange, but what if she escaped from something? Like the movie, The Witch."

The elder remained silent, soaking in the newfound information and evaluating the bizarre situation they had found themselves in. "So... you're saying she has these man-made special abilities?"

"Yes! Exactly-"

"Well, it seems sensible, but let's not go too far ahead of ourselves." Jimin answers.

The younger scoffs. "Oh, come on- what other explanation could there be for all of this? You witnessed it for yourself! Have you ever met anyone else who possesses glowing purple eyes?"

"I guess you're right. But if that's the case then we should keep a close eye on her. She could be dangerous."

"Dangerous? So far, she seems to be quite harmless." Jungkook held an amusing expression.

Jimin crossed his arms. "Yeah, for now. If what you say is true, who knows the extent or what additional 'abilities' she has."

Suddenly, a loud motorcycle engine roars, and they exchange nervous glances. "Shit."

"Didn't you say they wouldn't be home for another hour?!"

"I'm just as surprised as you are! I didn't know they'll come home early!"

"What should we do?" Jungkook says.

"Nothing. They'll be there in a second; let's just pray she's okay in there."

Not long after, the front door opens, revealing four other males. As soon as the group entered the mansion, they both flashed an 'innocent' smile. "Taehyung-ah-- Hyungs!"

"You guys are home early." Jimin nudges Jungkook.

A man with a freckle on the tip of his nose combs his parched hair. "Yeah, the meet-up was a complete bust."

His remark was met with frowns. "What happened, Yoongi-hyung?"

The man with a long scar lined down his right eye laughs snarkily. "We were ambushed, and Namjoon was injured as a result."

"What?!" Jungkook exclaims. "Is he okay?!"

"Yeah, he's fine. I took him to the clinic house, where Sun-Woo is currently treating him." A man with broad shoulders and spectacle lens answered.

"They're gonna regret that." Jimin's expression darkens.

The man with platinum blonde hair smirks mischievously. "They certainly will."

While you wait for the two strangers, you explore Jimin's opulent room, strolling from corner to corner, as your eyes are captivated by all of the foreign furnishings. Somehow, her attention was caught by a gleaming black item. Being intrigued by it, you found yourself drawn to it.

The shiny black object turned out to be a 10mm long-range handgun. you put it out in front of you, not realizing what it is but nevertheless fascinated by it. You thoughtlessly take a detailed look and fiddle with it.

You spin and flip it around several times, shaking it near your ear, desperately trying to figure out what it is.

You then smack it a few times against your palm, wrapping your hand around the handle and trigger. As you grew increasingly frustrated with the object, you unintentionally squeezed the trigger.

The gunshot rang, and the bullet flew through the room and out the window, shattering the glass. Scared by the unexpected gunshot and the force of the pistol, you yelp and stumble backward, tripping over the protruding end of a rug and knocking down the flower vase that sat on the glass coffee table. ‎

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The six reunited men in the living room were completely immersed in their "business" discussion when glass shattering and a gunshot broke out, interrupting their conversation.

Jimin and Jungkook start to perspire, anxious about the outcome. The other four males shared perplexed looks before becoming serious.

"What was that." Yoongi spoke passively.

"Did someone just break in?" Hoseok questioned. They all rose up, realizing the potential threat to them.

Taehyung kept his gaze fixed on the top of the stairs. "Whatever or whoever that was, chose the wrong house."

"It sounds like it came from Jimin's room." Jin comments.

Hoseok looks at Jimin. "Were you expecting someone Jimin?" The addressed man kept silent, which the others took as an affirmation.

Yoongi reaches behind him and draws out his handgun, while the others follow him. "Formation boys."

Jimin and Jungkook trail behind uneasily. They approach Jimin's door with vigilance, and Yoongi extends his hand, twisting the doorknob and then violently slamming the door open.

He immediately aimed his gun toward the "intruder" in the room, joined by the rest of the members. "Who are you?! Don't move!"

Jungkook's eyes widened as he rushed forward to block Yoongi. "Wait! Don't shoot!"

"What the hell, Jungkook?!" Yoongi's brow pinched. "What are you doing?"

Jimin comes forward as well, seeing the scene in front of them. You sat on the floor, knees bent against your chest, an arm wrapped across your knees, and the other hand lying on the floor next to you, staring frightened at the pistol that had been dropped.

"What did you do?! Are you okay!" Jimin pulls you from your trance. You looked at him with guilty eyes, not knowing what to say, causing Jimin to sigh. "You're not bleeding which I take is a good sign."

"Jimin, is this another one of your... toys?" Jin asked. "She's cute, almost innocent-looking. It's hard to believe you'd bring a girl like her home."

He shook his head. "No, Jungkook and I just kinda found her on our way home."

Yoongi's expression stays hostile. "So the two of you brought home a random girl?"

"There's a reasonable explanation to this." Jungkook begins, and Yoongi arches a single brow in return. "Which is?"

"It'll be difficult to believe based on words alone, you all will have to see it for yourselves first."

"I-I'm s-sorry." A tiny voice abruptly sounded, bringing all six pairs of eyes to you.

"It's fine." Jimin responds, and Taehyung's face lights up. "How adorable!"

He eagerly approaches you, crouching to your level. "What's your name, cutie?"

You sway your head. "Name? What is name?"

As Taehyung chuckles awkwardly, they all blink in confusion at your answer. "When you want someone's attention, you call them by their name. For instance, my name is Taehyung. So you call me Taehyung."

"So, what is your name? What do people call you?" Taehyung asks again.

After hearing his explanation, you finally nod in understanding. "What they call me?" He nods with a lip grin.

You then grab the ends of Jimin's sweater and start to lift it, surprising everyone.

"YA!" Jimin and Jungkook both exclaimed.

You ignore their yells, just stopping to expose the burnt branded skin on your left lower abdomen.

You point at it. "0...0...7..." Then look at Taehyung and gesture to yourself. "Me. 0-0-7, me."

"Your name is a number?"

You gesture once more. "I'm 0....0...7."

He looks at Jimin and the others with a puzzled expression, as they do the same.

Feeling frustrated with the situation, Yoongi glares at Delta. "You'd best start talking, Jungkook, who the hell is she?"

"I swear you will understand better if you witness it first!" He pleads. "We need an injured person, like... Namjoon hyung!"

The elder narrows his eyes at him. "Excuse me?"

"I have been summoned?" A deep voice erupts from the doorway, revealing a bandaged man. Jungkook grabs Namjoon and walks over to the girl who is still seated on the floor.

"How come you left the clinic, Namjoon?" Hoseok inquired.

"I heard a gunshot and wanted to find out what it was about." He answers while being dragged by the youngest.

"Hey." Jungkook addresses you, compelling you to turn your head in his direction. "Look at him, he's hurt, just like the man we saw before."

You blink at the sight of Namjoon, sensing his injuries instantaneously. "He hurt."

"Yeah. Help him, like you help the man."

You stand up and walk up to them. You scan Namjoon for a moment before gazing at his face. "I will help."

Namjoon gives his dongsaeng a short side-eye while muttering. "Jungkook..."

"Just let her, I promise you guys."

The leader clears his throat. "I-I suppose you can help- whatever that means."

You bring one hand slowly to his face, gently cupping it, as the other goes to the bandaged wound. You pause, eyeing it. "Remove please..."

He looks down at the bandage. "Y-You want me to take it off?"

"Yes." You nod, and Namjoon obliges, making everyone cringe at the nasty cut. You pout as well but continue by tenderly placing your other hand over his bloody gash.

And, as usual, your eyes began to glow purple, signifying that you're exerting your "power" to heal their leader and absorb his pain. The veins around his wounds, as well as those on your hand, shone purple.

Their eyes enlarged in reaction to the peculiar girl, who reveals her extraordinary abilities.

"Holy shit."

"What the fuck..."

"How the hell..."

They all muttered. You let out an inaudible whimper, taking in all of Namjoon's pain. Once all his wounds had fully healed, you lock eyes with him and detach your hands from him.

No one speaks, everyone is speechless, completely taken aback by your act. It was something they'd never seen before, and now that they've seen it, hundreds of questions are racing through their heads. Starting with, "who exactly is this girl, and where did she come from?"

Yoongi, of course, is the first to act on it. He lunges at you, deathly gripping the sweatshirt collar. "Who are you! What did you do?!"

You look at him, terrified as if you had messed up the healing process that you had previously been ruthlessly trained to do. "I- helped-d..."

"D-Did I fail? Did I-I hurt h-him?" You then shift your now violet eyes to the others behind him. But Yoongi's hold never faltered, even when you trembled slightly in regard to him.

Another few moments of quietness passed, accompanied by Yoongi's heavy breathing, as his gaze fixed on you, like a predator on its prey.

But Jin eventually intervened. "That's enough, Yoongi. You're scaring her."

"She should be. Don't you remember what kind of reputation we have?" He hissed.

"It doesn't matter. She did nothing wrong." Jimin spoke up.

"They're right. I think she healed me, she really took the pain away. I don't how, and it's quite freaky." Namjoon said.

Yoongi still never loosened his hand, causing Namjoon to place his hand on his shoulder. "Let her go, Oranyan."

He clenches his jaw, reluctantly releasing your petite figure. Still filled with fear, you collapsed to the floor, bowing as if your life depended on it.

"I-I'm sorry! 007 be b-better tool next t-time. Please n-no punishment..." You beg, keeping your head down.

Taehyung frowns at your pleas while the other six men watched you, not knowing how to react to it.

He approaches you again. "Raise your head sweetie."

You lift your gaze to him with complete innocence, reminding Taehyung of his little sister that was once so close to him but now six feet under. "Don't worry, you've done well."

"Well, it seems like we have a lot to discuss right now. Let's leave her to calm down." Namjoon clapped his hands, grabbing their attention.

"Go ahead, Jungkook." Namjoon instructs as they all gathered in the living room. Just like he did with Jimin prior to their arrival, Delta recounts everything that occurred when encountering you that led them to bring you home.

"That's it." Jungkook concludes as everyone sits quietly as they process the new information.

"So far, I believe we can assume that she possesses some special abilities. One that was able to heal Namjoon Hyung's injuries." Jimin pitches in.

"This reminds me of the movie The Witch. Maybe she comes from research or medical facility that conducts strange experiments." Taehyung suggested.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "That sounds stupid, Taehyung, and this isn't a movie."

"No, but there aren't any other logical explanations." Jungkook quickly defends his two-year older hyung. "I also had the same idea, as I was explaining to Jimin hyung earlier."

"So, what are we going to do?" Hoseok inquires, looking aimlessly at the ground.

Namjoon's brows furrowed for a few moments before speaking. "There are far too many theories circulating, as well as unanswered questions. We need more information on this..."

"So what you're saying is, you want to keep the girl." Jin finishes his thought.

"Oh hell no-"

"There are too many variables, and who knows what will happen if she goes out on her own?" Jimin states.

Then Taehyung raises his hand. "I think she should stay. Plus she's cute too."

Jimin nudges him in the ribs, causing him to wince. "I too vote for her to stay."

"Then all in favor of the girl staying, raise your hand." Namjoon announces as he lifts his hand.

And, with the exception of one, all five other hands rose. The six pairs of eyes directs at the aforesaid man, who remained deafeningly silent and wore an annoyed face.

"Yoongi?" Namjoon calls out, making the man to huff. "What."

"It makes no difference whether I raise my hand or not; we all know how the majority votes." He answers sharply.

The leader's gaze lingered on him for a while until breaking eye contact. "Then it's settled she shall stay here."

Not a minute later, the scar-faced man storms out of the room, furious.

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YA'ABURNEE CHARACTER BOARDS

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Y/N L/N (YOU, THE READER / EX-CRIMINAL & OFFICER OF HAWAII FIVE-0 TASK FORCE) AGE: 22

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KIM NAMJOON (MACKENZIE VALLEY WOLF) AGE: 27

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KIM SEOKJIN (ACINONYX PARDINENSIS AKA GIANT CHEETAH) AGE: 29

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MIN YOONGI (SNOW LEOPARD) AGE: 28

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JUNG HOSEOK (WOLVERINE) AGE: 27

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PARK JIMIN (MANED WOLF) AGE: 25

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KIM TAEHYUNG (KODIAK BEAR) AGE: 25

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JEON JUNGKOOK (GOLDEN JACKAL) AGE: 24

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COMMANDER STEVE MCGARRETT (FORMER NAVY SEAL & LEADER OF HAWAII FIVE-0 TASK FORCE)

AGE: 35

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DANNY WILLIAMS (DETECTIVE OF HAWAII FIVE-0 TASK FORCE)

AGE: 36

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KONO KALAKAUA (OFFICER OF HAWAII FIVE-0 TASK FORCE)

AGE: 27

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CHIN HO KELLY (LIEUTENANT OF HAWAII FIVE-0 TASK FORCE)

AGE: 34

it’s okay if you are just surviving. it’s okay if you are not reaching any goals. just surviving is ok. it’s enough. i’m proud of you! ♡

SCHLIMAZEL [ PROLOGUE ]

Above is the book teaser, please watch in full 4kHD and turn on subtitles! (English, Russian and Spanish are available!) Here is the link, if you prefer to watch it on the youtube app/web.

summary: this prologue is basically going to be a brief back story of Y/N so that you'll understand future references as you continue to read the book.

pairings: idol bts ot7 x female reader

genre: idol au | mental health au | heavy angst | romance | tragedy | slice of life | fluff

warnings: mentions of medical disabilities, and slight verbal bullying.

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sau·da·de an intense melancholic longing for something or someone that one cares about and/or loves. Additionally, it often conveys the repressed realization that the subject of longing may never be obtained again.

Looking back on your childhood years before the pre-teen stage, you thought that you never truly had a "challenging" or "difficult" life. However, you must admit that it wasn't the most ideal sobering realization that you weren't always favored by everyone, even within your family and among your "friends" at the time. And that's because you and they both knew that others were just better than you, making you feel as if you were an outcast.

It was true, your medical condition did limit you, restricting you from doing and experiencing some of the things that a normal healthy child can.

Being born with epilepsy and unilateral hearing loss was the perfect combination for reminding you that every kid you met or saw was either a step or a long way ahead of you. Because of your epilepsy, you had to tread cautiously in almost all activities as a child. Even though no one said it, you felt like a ticking time bomb.

It was a long list of things that could set you off, and it forced you to avoid those situations, no matter how minor. It included naming a few, mental and physical stress, fatigue, dehydration, low blood sugar, flashing lights, high fevers, and menstruation. Can you believe that? Menstruation can possibly set you off—when that's normal for a female, and something you can't completely control.

Even with unilateral hearing loss, you couldn't enjoy playing in the water as much as you would like because you only have one good ear—which is sad because you live on an island surrounded by water. However, the doctors strongly advised against taking any chances. It was either wearing an ear plug or not go plunging your head in the water with your other family members.

To be honest, you felt embarrassed, and you had difficulty answering the commonly asked questions, such as why do you always wear that? Does it hurt when you wear it? It got to a point where you refused to get into the water for a while to avoid the needless attention. And that made you feel slightly better.

But it didn't last because you remember being at a family game party at a beach park, and at the end of the celebration, all the kids and young teens were invited to play in the grass with water balloons and water guns. Your parents weresoclose to allowing you to join them until theimpeccabletiming of the rain began, and they flatly refused your pleas to join them.

And, to top it all off, having these disabilities, as the doctors called them, was a golden opportunity for you to be teased and humiliated by some of your peers and even close family members, such as your older brother and three older cousins. That's how you realized you weren't one of those people who everyone liked. You will always be deemed 'different' since you are unable to do such simple things at their age.

Their hurtful comments always replay in your head.

'You're such a retard.'

'Shut up, you're dumb anyways, don't you know?'

'It's no wonder you're like that, it's cause you have scars on your brain.'

Even though there was some skepticism that the last sentence was true, it nonetheless wounded you deeply. But of course, a part of you believed it, knowing how frequently you went to doctors and hospitals to track the effects of your diagnosis on your brain. To you, the doctor's office and hospitals basically became your second home considering the number of times you would visit it within just a year.

You remember holding back your tears and trying to swallow that burning sensation in your throat when your older brother said those words to you. You tried— keyword 'tried'— so hard to maintain an unfazed appearance in front of everyone, then went into private to call your mother. But as soon as she answered the phone, your sobs erupted. You recall asking her, in between hiccups, if you really did have brain scars. That's how much their insults affected you. Plus you were only seven when it happened.

To your momentary relief, she assured you that this was not the case. It wasn't the first time you'd called or left a voicemail informing your parents about the bullying from your family, and it didn't help that they would brush it off and excuse them, telling you they were probably just playing around with you. Playing around with you? It didn't feel like that. Instead of finding solace, your parents' remarks merely led you farther down the path of self-hatred and loathing.

Why couldn't you be like the other kids? Why did you have to be the one with the chronic medical condition that also made you feel like a financial burden to your parents (given being on medication for most of your life)?

Perhaps that's why, when you were welcomed into your first all-girl friend group, you started to feel more secure about yourself, seeing how they were so accepting of your condition and you as a person. They were only a few years older than you, but they made you feel like you could be yourself, and they were like the older sisters you never had.

The same applies to your first early high school crush. You befriended him so quickly and soon fell into the puppy-like love relationship, which elevated your self-esteem even more, since after all those years of rejection and hurt, you believed you were now loved and favored by someone in general.

But falling into that puppy-like love so fast and so early, at the tender age of fourteen, when you barely started your high school life, was sure to crumble sooner or later. All of your friends warned you about it and him, but you disregarded them all because you've never known what it's like to be wanted by someone. You also ignored it because you were young, which meant you were naïve. And you were blinded by prior mistreatment, that distorted your judgment.

Now, at the age of nineteen, looking at your current situation, you've returned to square one. Not only did you feel self-hatred and loathing, but also the overwhelming guilt for not listening to your dear friends.

You should've known... Should've known, that love like that... The love you desired merely took away the precious remaining years of your youth that you could have lived out without feeling like you had one hand tied behind your back. The love that slowly and surely devolved into an on-and-off destructive dynamic and squandered the remainder of youth years, which you could've spent like the others in high school, exactly as you wished throughout your elementary years.

The love that left you mentally and emotionally hurt as well as, unexpectedly and worst of all, physically hurt. That's when you understood that love didn't help you find peace within yourself, and even if you did, it was only temporary.

To make the long story short, you were simply too young when you took a lot of crap from unfair people. And you were only able to gain that internal peace you longed for, after learning it from seven men you found yourself particularly drawn to. And, coincidentally, they're the same men who saved you.

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Ngl I basically ranted my feelings on here... LOL anyways, I hope that wasn't too confusing for any of you. And I hope you guys will enjoy this story, thanks for reading.

Also if you're on a computer, i suggest you use this google chrome extension called "InteractiveFics". What it does is replaces "Y/N" with your name, which you will have to type in. It really helps to feel more connected to the story. Here is the link to the extension.