#and who are probably tied with some rope or tape or something in the foyer

[missmolsa]

I imagined an episode in which Jodie and Haibara need to be rescued but not really. Feat. Jodie's emergency t-shirt.

They were watching a mediocre movie from a vhs that the culprits had and making fun of it before they arrived <3

[badsext]

Kid Klaus’ Christmas

The Concept: Hazel and Cha Cha go back earlier in time (before Five even learns about the apocalypse) to storm the Hargreeves mansion and take him out. They bungle it again…

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, drug use, underage drinking, violence. —————————– Fourteen year old Klaus wakes up from another night of barely sleeping. He listens for the others. Nothing. So he reaches under the mattress for the bag of weed he’s been hiding from Mom. He stuffs a towel under the door, rolls a sloppy joint and lights it, takes a few drags. It is strange to be the first one up, he thinks. But he just shrugs it off and pops a new mixed tape into his Walkman, one he made for himself with songs from The Smiths, The Cure, and Depeche Mode, songs of aching and longing.

Klaus lays back down, pulls the headphones over his ears and closes his eyes to enjoy his moment of peace before morning drills. Grace always knocks. He makes sure the volume is just low enough to be able to hear it. He smokes until the joint is so small it burns his fingertips, hides the evidence and sprays some cologne he stole from Diego. Klaus’ stomach is rumbling at this point, so he gets dressed in his uniform and ventures out of his room to see if breakfast is ready.

All the bedroom doors are open. The hallway is empty. The kitchen is empty. “Mom?…Pogo?” Klaus snatches a banana to eat while he continues to look for signs of life. How early is it exactly and where did everybody go, he wonders. He goes into the parlor. Mom has decorated - a tasteful Douglas Fir and literal boughs of holly. Funny how little they actually celebrate, but it’s Christmas Eve and at least the place looks the part. Klaus checks the old reliable grandfather clock for the time, but becomes deeply distracted by his reflection in the glass.

Something suddenly catches his eye. Moving figures in the courtyard change the shape of the light streaming through the adjacent windows. A twinge of fear sends Klaus to hide behind a column and peer through the curtains to see who it is. If he did miss drills, that probably means more hours locked in the mausoleum. To his surprise, there are two suited masked figures with guns standing in the snow. Maybe this is a test.

Hargreeves believes that guns are a crutch, especially for those with powers. The only gun in the house is Reggie’s old big game hunting rifle in the garage, which is too far away to be of use at the moment. Klaus needs a plan, but first he needs to hide, so he heads for the attic, his favorite hiding spot. Reggie wouldn’t be caught dead up there among the dust bunnies and old junk - that was the servant’s domain, so it was a good place to escape the old man’s torment for a while. The floorboards in the mansion make creaky music in certain spots, but Klaus has them memorized so he could avoid them when sneaking out at night.

From the attic with his ear to the floor, he can hear the intruders. “This place looks empty. It’s Christmas, right? I thought the kid was going to be here.”

“Well, look around. If we don’t find him maybe we can get a clue or something. Climbing that wall was a real bitch. I’m not leaving empty handed.”

“Let’s split up. Check all the rooms. We can’t fuck it up like last time.”

Last time? Who are these people and which kid are they looking for? Am I just paranoid?, Klaus considers the fact that he’s still pretty stoned. But if this is real, as the apparent ‘man of the house,’ he would need to step up. Scared, angry, demoralized…Klaus is all of these things, but he loves every one of his siblings and would be damed if he’d let a couple of masked assholes hurt even a hair on their heads. He determines that whatever he does, Reginald is likely to throw him in the mausoleum for more ‘conditioning,’ so he might as well just go for it.

Klaus takes some old drawing paper and a charcoal pencil from an unmarked box. Here he finds drawings, elicit ones of Hargreeves at his worst. Some are funny, some are just accurate. Maybe he is not the only one using the attic to escape. He regains his focus and begins sketching out a map of the mansion. If they are searching the bedrooms, he’d need to start at the other end of the mansion setting traps. They have been taught this skill, though Klaus has spent many of these lessons high, as he’s recently discovered how it provides some relief from his terrible power. He’d have to get creative. He looks around and spots Luther’s old dumbbells that are no doubt too light for him now. Maybe he could wait from above and drop them on these fools cartoon anvil style. He reaches for one and struggles to lift it, but it won’t budge. Nope. Okay, what else do we have up here…

He locates some darts, sharp ones that Hargreeves once made them throw at each other for practice. When they asked why they couldn’t use targets, Hargreeves insisted that they needed to feel a sense of urgency or it was a waste of everyone’s time. When the children hesitated, Hargreeves threatened them with punishment, as if it wasn’t punishment enough. Grace provided first aid for the resulting wounds. It was a miracle nobody lost an eye. Klaus stuffs several of the darts into his pockets.

Diego brings his knives any time he leaves the house, so Klaus wouldn’t have access to any of those, but the kitchen is full of knives and other sharp and heavy things. Allison has a flat iron in the bathroom that could come in handy. He recalls having experimented with it on his naturally curly hair. He could hear the chime of the clock in the distance. It was time to get serious. He collects some rope, super glue, and a flask he’d stashed up there for emergencies. It’s lighter than he remembers. Klaus suspects he’s not the only one using liquid courage. It is another reminder that he’s not the only kid suffering at the hands of his father. Whoever those goons downstairs are after would be counting on him. He hardens his resolve and climbs down the ladder to execute his plan.

In the kitchen Klaus rigs a mixing bowl full of every knife, blade, scissor, corkscrew, basically anything sharp and a blunt instrument or two above the door with the hope that something is bound to fall at the perfect angle to do some damage. It is hard not to make noise, but the kitchen is one floor and several rooms away from the bedrooms where the villains are searching. Klaus oils the floor as he exits and moves onto the parlor.

He finds a few packs of replacement violin strings on Vanya’s music stand. He ties them together between the columns to create a zigzag pattern. If it does’t trip them up at least it will slow them down, he figures. He hears them arguing in the distance followed by a loud crash and a chorus of metal clangs. 'Yes!’ Klaus celebrates silently with a little wink to the taxidermied owl on the wall.

“Now we know you’re here setting your cute little traps! We’re gonna get you, you little bastard!”

Klaus hurries up the stairs to the bathroom. He snatches Allison’s flat iron and applies some eyeliner, a little war paint, while he waits for the iron to heat up to 450 degrees. He brings the hot iron to Reginald’s study. Klaus removes the millionaire’s garish portrait to reveal a safe, a safe to which he knows the combination and has for months. He’s never taken anything, for that there would be hell to pay. He just opens it from time to time, touching the objects inside for the personal satisfaction. He sticks the hot iron inside, hides the cord and leaves it wide open. Then he stands at the base of the stairs. “I’m right here. Don’t you two have guns?”

Klaus dodges a barrage of bullets that miss as the bumbling assassins trip through his maze of wires. The chase is on. Klaus runs through the study and out through the other side, squeezing a generous layer of super glue on the door knob and closing the door behind him. The bad guys enter the study. “Hey look at that,�� the big one sees the open safe.

“There’s nothing in there. Why would they leave an open safe with something in it? I’m sure the little shit took everything of value,” the short one replies.

“No, there’s something in there,” he insists, reaching blindly inside and grabbing the hot styling tool. He screams, shaking his burnt hand.

“You’re an idiot,” the short one goes for the door. Her hand becomes stuck. She is sure to lose some skin removing it.

By this time, Klaus has called the police and is waiting in the foyer. He goes to sit and is startled by sudden sharp pains in his thighs and buttocks. He remembers the darts in his pockets. The villains stumble down the stairs. Their masks are gone and it’s clear they have taken a beating. Each of them have handkerchiefs wrapped around their dominant hands, now barely able to hold their guns. This is the first time they have seen each other close up and face to face. Klaus is nervous and frightened.

“Hazel, is this the kid? I don’t even think this is the right kid.”

“Jesus, Cha Cha, I don’t know. Whoever he is I’m gonna kill him.”

A spark of recognition comes over Cha Cha’s face. “This is the kid - the guy in the towel we kidnapped…the junkie with a choking kink. Look at that face and add fifteen years.”

“Holy fuck. You’re right. Grab him. I want to make an example of this one.”

Klaus starts throwing darts as they approach. Police lights flash outside. It is too late to escape now. They are surrounded on all sides. Klaus has the satisfaction of watching them get taken away in handcuffs. Cha Cha’s words made no sense…well, most of them. Klaus is pulled aside for questioning. They give him a blanket and a glass of water while they take his statement. When Hargreeves and the rest of the clan return home, the police turn their questions to Hargreeves. Klaus overhears the police being offered and accepting money for their silence. The kids look at Klaus incredulously, too afraid to say anything in front of their father. Diego comes up to Klaus. “I tried to wake you up, but Dad said we needed to leave you behind…I was going to say you missed a wild mission today, but it looks like you had one of your own…That’s pretty cool how you managed to capture those two. Merry Christmas, man.”

“Merry Christmas.”

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[lemonjoonah]

Under Fire - Pt 1

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Title: Under Fire Word Count: 5k+ Rating: M Genre: Gang AU/ Mafia AU, Drama, Slow Burn Romance (Eventual Smut) Warnings: Minor Character Death, Violence Pairings : Hyung Line x Reader (Primarily Namjoon x Reader), very slight OT7 x Reader.

Summary: As a child you lived among the most wealthy and powerful, after the death of your mother you were shipped off to stay with her sister. Even after finishing your education you continue to live apart from the elite, but a visit home creates an unexpected disaster. You are suddenly roped into a darker world, and who better to be your guide than the infamous gang known as BTS. 

Chapter 1 - Unexpected Guest

POV (Y/N)

Delayed by work you missed your intended train to Seoul and only barely make it on to the last one of the evening. You probably should wait until the next day but events from earlier in the week urge your desire to leave Busan as soon as possible. You want to forget everything and Seoul would provide the perfect distraction.

Your father lives just on the outskirts of the city in a large manor. He would have sent a car and driver if you had told him of your plans, but you want it to be a surprise as it was his birthday. You clutch your gift for him with eagerness, a rare edition of Demian, one of his favourite books.

By 10:30 you are settling into the cab and dozing off slightly during the drive. You arrive at the gates just after 11, the five story manor looms before you, looking darker than you had anticipated. You had always remembered the house being warmly lit and welcoming. It seems likely that he has already gone to bed. Hopefully he would not see the lateness of your visit as an inconvenience. There is a fine line between decorum and love with your father propriety comes first family second, possibly one of the reasons you had been distant through the years. The driver asks if wish for him to take you past the large gate. Shaking your head you tell him you will walk from here. After handing over the cash, you step out and input the code into the number pad.

Your feet crunch with the stones from the driveway. A sigh of relief escapes you as you walk between the column of oaks. “It is good to be back home,” you whisper.

POV Jaebum

Bambam’s voice comes over the headset. He is stationed on the roof with a pair of binoculars to see if the other residents of the house would return.

“There’s a taxi at the gate.”

Shit it’s too soon for them to be back, but why would they take a taxi? “Who is it, it’s not the boys is it?” I ask.

“No it’s some girl, she has a code for the gate too.” Bambam replies.

I turn to Jackson, “The manor is dark right?”

“No lights in the front.”

There is no way to view the front driveway from this room,“Mark let me see the feed.” He swings the laptop around so I can take a glance at you, our unexpected guest.

I watch you approach the door and reach out, the bell rings throughout the house. The taxi drives off, and you appear to be alone.

“Should we try and scare her off?” Mark asks.

“No, we can’t alert anyone to our presence. Everyone maintain positions, I’m sure she will leave when no one comes to the door. We should avoid any unnecessary distractions.”

I can hear stirring behind me as the elderly gentleman tied to the chair finally wakes up.

“Mr. Park so nice of you to join us.”

“Jaebum, can’t say that I’m surprised to find you here, still doing his dirty work I see, I knew you would find your way to my home sooner or later,”

I lean over to look Park directly in the eye, “And yet here you are with no protection, why is that? One would almost think that you want to die.”

“Uh leader...”

“Not now Mark.” I mutter.

“I’m an old man, I make mistakes.” Park fiddles with his watch, how odd that he is displaying a nervous twitch. I smile at his agitation.

“Leader.” Booth Mark and Bambam call for my attention.

“What?!” I roar

“The girl has a key...” States Bambam

Mark adds, “She’s in the foyer now.”

I glare at the old man in the chair. “You have a guest, young (H/C), apparently has a key,” I mock a sigh. “Care to let us know who she might be, or should we just kill her?”

The old man looks alarmed and gives a worried glance to the door.

“Yeungum tape.”  He throws a roll over and I place a piece over Park’s mouth.

Your voice echoes through the halls, “Dad are you home?”

POV (Y/N)

You hear no answer, you can only guess that he must be asleep by this hour. Unlocking the door you step into the silent house. You had not been here since childhood, more often than not you would see your father when meeting up for vacations, but you still know the way to your favourite room in the house, the library. You call out one last time, still no response.

You turn on several lights to dispel the darkness of the house. The door to the library is open, your father’s chair points towards the fireplace with the back to the door. You can see that the fire is starting to die. “Falling asleep in your chair?” you ask with a grin, “It’s not safe with the fire still going like that.”

You hear a quiet muffled response.

You make your way into the room towards the chair, when you come face to face with him you freeze. He is tied, unable to move with duct tape over his mouth. You’re eyes dart around the room looking for the culprit as you remove the tape preventing him from speaking. You begin  stuttering, “Wh-who did this to you? Wha-what’s happening?”

“I am so sorry I never wanted to drag you into this.”

A man pushed the door aside and closes it, five more stepped out from behind columns and bookshelves. You take a small step back.

“So Park you have a daughter? How did you manage to keep this little secret? Is she adopted? No, maybe not I can see a family resemblance. What’s your name girl?”

You stand there in silence glaring at the men who had taken your father captive.

“Your name?” He repeats.

You hear the click of a gun from one of the men standing to your side, you and answer reluctantly, “(Y/N).”

“Leave her out of this Jaebum she doesn’t know anything, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you (Y/N)... I just wanted to keep you safe. I never wanted to show you this world.”

The man called Jaebum chuckles darkly, “So she doesn’t know that her father bankrolls one of the biggest gangs in Korea, that her father is a crime boss?”

His laugh became darker.

“Your feud is with me, not her.”

Jaebum approaches you, “You know nothing of your father’s dealings?”

You shake your head wide eyed. There was no way this could be true there must be some kind of mistake.

“No information...damn, but luckily that’s not all you have to offer.” He backs you into the corner by the fireplace you raise your arm to hit him but he catches your wrist.

He clicks his tongue, “None of that now princess.”  He turns his back to you, “Gentlemen, change of plan, kill the old man; (Y/N), will be coming with us, sweet revenge plus a hostage.”

“No!” you shout, “If you want money I can give it to you, please, just don’t kill him!”  

Jaebum doesn’t respond, instead he raises a hand, pressing a finger to his ear. “What the... how did they know?” As he runs over to check a laptop. You rush back to your father, trying to undo the knots at his wrist.

“(Y/N) I don’t have much time. Backup is on its way, right now I need you to go with them no matter what happens to me.” Your father whispers.

“I am not leaving you here with these people, they want to kill you!”

“Listen to me, this...” he casts his eyes over to the six men, “this is GOT7, you’ve heard of them right?”

You nod swallowing, one of the most ruthless gangs in Seoul.

“Trust me and my team, they will get you out of here safe.”

Jaebum makes his way back over pulling you away from your father. “How did you make contact old man?” Jaebum places firm grip on your throat, making you gasp for air.

“Jaebum you’ve been doing this for so long surely you know a panic button when you see one.” Your father places his hand on his watch.

“Aishh! Jackson take the girl.” He throws you violently over to another member of his team who restrains you. “BamBam get down here we need to regroup.”  

A seventh member climbs through a window held open by someone else. “Thanks Yugyeom, I hear we had a wild card in play.” He looks over at you with a smile on his face.

The member on the computer speaks up. “Jaebum they hijacked the cameras I’m blind.” The lights flicker out leaving the room only lit by the embers in the fireplace.

“Mark where is the camera in this room?” Mark points over to one of the shelves, the mobile pod still blinking and operating. Jaebum quickly grabs the camera and points it toward himself. “BTS how nice of you to join us, I must say though, I was upset when you cut the lights, it makes it difficult for you to see this perfect scene we’ve set for you.” He turns the camera on my father who refuses look into it. “I believe you came here for this, your founder.”  

Your father, the founder of BTS, that was his idea of backup? Jesus Christ... You struggle against Jackson and was about to speak up when he covers over your mouth with his hand.  “Shhh quiet now, it’s not your turn yet.” His lips were to your ear, you cringe away.

“We seem to have accidentally come across something else too. Imagine our shock to discover that founder Park has a daughter.” The camera is now facing in your direction, he makes his  way over with the camera in hand, and grabs your chin. “And our incredibly good fortune to have her walk right in the door. You can have Mr. Park back when we are finished with him but I think we will take this one with us. The gods themselves could not have given us a better gift.”   

You forcefully elbow Jackson in the gut and bite his hand trying to make your way back to your father. Jackson quickly recovers and grabs you by the arm.

“She seems to be a feisty one, how long do you think it will take to break that?”

“Fuck you.” You respond spitting in his face.  You feel the back of a hand connect with your check.

Jaebum tosses Jackson a knife. “Use that if you have to keep her in line.” Jackson adjusts so you can feel the cold metal resting against your throat, and a bloody hand on your mouth. “Right, as I was saying you can have Mr Park back when we are finished.” Jaebum pulls a gun out, “Hope you don’t mind if he’s in a bag.”

My father looks straight into the camera as Jaebum asks, “Any last words Park?”

“Boys, get her out. Keep her safe.”  

You scream against Jackson’s hand as the shots are discharged, your knees buckle and you fall against him.

POV RM

“V cut the lights, leave the cams and all other systems up.”

“But won’t that let them know we’re here?”

“Bambam is on the lookout.” I point to the roof, “They already know.”

“JK give me eyes and take theirs.” Lucky we weren’t that far away when we received the page. Someone had forgotten to fill the tank up before the mission... although JK’s mistake might turn out to be a blessing in disguise.

“Suga I need you in the nest out back. I’ll give you light when I can. Jk and V you will stay here. Let them know that this is our home and we have the advantage, this manor operates only for us. JHope, Jimin, and Jin you are with me.”

“Point of entry here.” I point to the servant entrance, this is the best way to access all of the back halls and escape notice.

“Lights off, cams are up.”

Jaebum is in the centre of the frame of a camera designated for the library.

“The library, Suga go.”

He jumps from the van and begins to run with his rifle strapped to his back. Jaebum pans over to Park who is looking off screen. The camera turns once again. Jaebum seems oddly excited about something. “JK turn up the volume.”

I glance down at the GPS grid Suga is almost in position. “Who the hell is that? Park’s daughter, what a joke, what kind of stunt is he trying to pull?” JHope is staring at the screen with his eyes wide.

As I look up I see you featured in the footage, my mouth opens in shock. No, it’s not possible, you are safe in Busan where I left you a week ago... but then I watch you try to take down Jackson and spit at Jaebum... nope, that’s you alright... Fuck. I wince as you are backhanded.

V answers Hope with a grin, “Not sure Hope, but anyone who spits at Jaebum is my new best friend.”

Suga is in place. “Suga if you see a girl don’t fire, I repeat don’t fire.” I relay.

“RM you can’t be falling for this Park doesn’t have a daughter.” Jimin jeers.

I pace the van back and forth swearing, this was not how I want to tell them, but I am left with no choice. I point to the screen, “That is (F/N L/N), Park’s daughter of 24 years, currently living in Busan. And was not aware of her father’s gang affiliation... until now.” I sigh.

V whispers a swear. JK is awestruck, Jimin purses his lips together, Jhope laughs nervously. Jin is the only one who doesn’t look so surprised. “Upload the footage to Suga.”

Suga replies a minute later, “What the hell RM, it would have been nice to know, when did you... wait this is Fire in Busan isn’t it?” I can hear a smirk in Suga’s voice when he comes to the realization.

“Yes, she has been an asset of mine for a few years now, I helped keep her hidden.” But with (Y/N) in the picture now, it was possible that GOT7 no longer needed Park. “Suga do you have a shot?”

“No he must be standing in front of the goddamn fireplace, let me reposition.”

“Jin, Jimin, Hope let’s move.”

The camera pans back to Park, “Boys, get her out. Keep her safe.” The sound of the gunshots ring out over the camera.

I want to admit defeat right then and there. The man who had lifted us up and brought us together had now paid for our mistake. Everyone is looking at me for orders, I try to force confidence into my voice, “Well, you heard the man.”

POV (Y/N)

You crawl over to your father after your collapse to the floor, Jackson doesn’t bother to pull you back just yet. Jaebum places the camera on the mantle overlooking the body. “BamBam you lead with Yugyeom, Jinyoung, and Youngjae. Mark, Jackson , and I will follow with her.”

Down on your knees in front of the chair, you grab your father’s hand and press it to your cheek knowing that this will be the last time you ever get to hold it. Your grief is interrupted as your hands passed over his watch. You hesitate and take a glance over to his executioners, they appear distracted forming a plan. You fumble with the strap, taking it off and placing it in your pocket. Your fingers found a large button on the side. As you say a silent goodbye, you wish you could do more, but right now you have put your effort into getting out, you have to find a way to escape.

“The car is over by the south entrance, I don’t think it will be feasible for us all to make our way down there. Grab the car and meet us by the main entrance. Time to move.”    

They start to pull you along, you don’t struggle much, instead you bide your time, hoping they would take you to where you need and then make a run for it.  There is a noise down the hall of a door slamming, you are forced into the gallery while Mark is sent to investigate. The gallery, perfect. There on the wall facing me is a portrait of the green eyed woman. You backup a little to the opposing wall, it wasn’t so far that it would arouse suspicion. You reach out behind you fingers searching in the dark, while you keeping your eyes on Jackson and Jaebum. Your palm finally lands on the circular device, you push it into your pocket.

Mark returns, “Their hacker barred the door after the four left, they are trying to seperate us.”

They have a hacker with them!  This whole house is pretty much automated, they could create an opening for you. Now you just have to communicate your plan to them.

You can hear one of their men shouting over Jackson’s headset, “Fuck they shot out all the tires.”

“Where is the garage located?” Jaebum asks.

“Pretty sure it’s underground.” The man holding me responds.

“Mark you can get one of them going?”

“Leave it to me.”

“Boys we are going to grab a ride and get you on the way out.” They drag you into the hallway and start in the other direction.  You can only hope someone is listening.

POV JK

RM and the others had left and are currently inside on the ground floor.

“What the hell is that beeping?” I ask V, who shrugs, the security footage seems to be consuming all of his attention, it may be dark, but every now and then he can see a glimpse of you.

“They’re still on the 3rd floor.” V informs.

The beeping continues in a pattern. “Wait is that morse code? It’s the panic button, someone is using Park’s watch. V check the tapes go back to just before they left the library.”  V rewinds the footage and there you are kneeling on the floor taking your father’s watch. I laugh in surprise, “Do you know morse code?” V shakes his head, “Isn’t there an app for that,” he jokes.

...---...  it continues as I load a program. It translates out to english.

...S.O.S Took cam from green eyed lady...

“V can you read that?”

He nods and starts looking through the gallery of footage on his system. A camera that should face a portrait looks as if it has a hand gripping it. He pulls up the audio on the feed.

“Mark can you...”

“RM, she’s a fucking genius she stole a camera, they are heading down to the garage now.”

A new message comes through via the panic button,

...Open the elevator, get ready to close behind...

Is she going to make a break for it? “Suga third floor how close are they to the elevator?”

“I would say 15 meters, they keep stopping in my blind spot though. I can’t make any clean shots.”

“RM she has a plan shall we proceed?”

“Let’s give it a try.”

“Once she’s clear get ready to take a couple shots and distract them as best you can. Opening elevator door now.” I wait holding my breath.

“She just took down Jackson, Fire is on the move,” Suga narrates.

V smiles at the name, “fitting.”

The sound from Suga’s recoil blast through the audio on the headset while curses came through the cam speaker. Your voice cries out while you pull out the camera, “Start shutting the doors, I can make it.”

I hit the enter key.

POV (Y/N)

You hope they understood your message, that the endeavour isn’t fruitless, that their hacker is able to complete the task you gave him. You watch the elevator door, if it doesn’t open soon you’re fucked.  Relief strikes you when it starts to creak open.

You immediately kick Jackson in the groin, not the best decision as he repays the favour with a slight cut to the neck, deep enough to feel a trickle of blood. You run as fast as you can towards the lift.  You hear glass breaking and shots in the background, do they have a sniper too? You pull out the camera hoping that the audio is working, “start shutting the doors I can make it.” Just as you slide into the elevator you feel a bullet hit your shoulder. You can’t help but shout a swear. You press the button for the level above, but between floors you hit the emergency stop button.

“I’m heading to the top, they probably won’t expect me to go all the way to the 5th floor. There is an escape route that leads down the north side, the opposite direction that they plan to head now. That should give me a chance to get out unseen.” You speak into the camera. It’s surreal to think that you are being helped by these people who you can’t even see. “I hope that someone is good with stitches.” You show them your shoulder, as you try to pause the flow of blood with your other hand.

The mirrors in the elevator show an absolutely horrific picture. You have a bloody handprint on your mouth. The blood from your neck and shoulder both seeping into your sweater. “Right up I go.” You put the camera back in your pocket, punch the ceiling tile out, and step on the railing, while struggling to pull yourself up with one arm. Once in the shaft you see that there is a rung ladder that leads all the way up. You climb as quickly as you can past the 4th floor and on to the 5th. The elevator begins to move down to the second floor, you guess that the hacker trying to throw GOT7 off your trail.  Finding yourself distracted by the sudden movement you slip on one of the rungs your hands wet from blood. You manage to hold on with your newly injured arm, causing a yelp of agony to escape. You recover as best you can but the wound seems to be taking its toll. As you reach the 5th floor, the hacker anticipating you, opens the door.

The dark hall appears unoccupied, as you progress you feel awash with dizziness. You stagger against a wall using it for support. You head towards the room with the balcony as right next to the balcony there was an extremely large trellis that reaches all the way to the fifth floor. You cautiously drag yourself down the hall hand on your shoulder, your other hand is back to holding the camera. Every step soon becomes an effort. “I don’t think I can make it down,” You say out of breath. “I can barely stand. There is a trellis wall outside of this room it’s the easiest way in and out.” You step into the room, the only contents being a few paintings and a large statue with wings. You fall down at its feet, the camera spinning away. You can see the balcony to freedom. Your thoughts become jumbled and you feel almost intoxicated. Father forgive me, is your last thought as you pass out on the floor.

POV  JK

I watch you slide into the elevator at the last second, as well as the bullet that follows. V starts messing with the feed. “I’m going to hook up the audio to everyone's headset, I just wish it went both ways.”

“...Leads down the north side... I hope someone is good with stitches.” I recoil at seeing the wound.

“Care to elaborate JK?” RM asks angrily.

“She might have taken a bullet to the shoulder... It’s Suga’s fault he didn’t keep them distracted enough.”

Suga huffs over the headset. “Maybe you didn’t close the door fast enough.”

“How bad is the wound?” Asks Jin.

“Pretty bad, she’s losing a far amount of blood, although you wouldn't know it with how she’s acting, she stopped the elevator and escaped into the shaft.  I’m going to send the elevator to the second floor going to try to lure them there they should have been heading down anyway. Once there I will see if I can trap them in the hallway with the fire doors. Suga I’ll need your eyes.”

“Oh, are you sure I’ll be good enough for the job?” Suga asks bitterly.

“Guys,” RM yelled.

Your screech of pain made it through the mic.

“She slipped, recovered quickly, but she must have put weight on her shoulder.” V responds anticipating RM’s next question.

“Jin and Jimin I need you to head to the north end. She will need medical attention so find a way up. JHope and I are going to head down to the second floor.”

“(Y/N) has made it to the fifth floor.” I state.

“They took your bait, Jaebum, Jackson and Mark are on the second next to the 5th window in from the south wall.” Suga reports.

“Push them more south I might be able to trap them against the elevator.”

“With pleasure. Shooting to the north of them...”

“Fire doors are locked, RM and JHope they’re all yours.”          

“Don’t think... Barely stand... Trellis outside... way in and out.” I can barely hear you between your gasps of breath.

“Jin did you catch that?”

“Yeah found the trellis wall”

“The camera is just giving me a view of the ceiling, Suga can you see her?” Asks V.

“Fire is passed out at the angel’s feet.”

“Suga they are going to need coverage going up there they will be out in the open.” V suggests.

“Looks all clear but I’ll spot them.”

“Wait are you using your binoculars or your sniping scope to spot us?’ Asks Jimin worriedly.

“Do you want me to lie to you?”

“At least tell me that the safety is on.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night princess.”

“Aishhh.”

“No one is here JK. Looks like they broke out the window and jumped. Anything on the cameras?” Hope inquires.

“Fuck... yeah they’re leaving now, didn’t think that they would give in so easily though was there any sign as to why they would leave so quickly?”

RM answers, “There’s quite a bit of blood, Suga must have clipped them.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You just denied me a good fight, I’m not going to thank you for that.” Hope scoffs.

POV Jin

“Put pressure on that wound Jimin we’ll need to keep her stable as we move her.” I pull a few gauze pads out of my bag. “Take off her sweater, I’ll need to adhere these directly to the skin.”

I can see Jimin blushing as he pulls the clothing over her head. I pull your tank strap to the side and place the gauze on the wound. You begin to stir, and panic. “Shh it’s okay your father sent us.” I can’t be sure if I calmed you down or if you are just too exhausted to put up a fight.

“Ugh, I feel like I got hit by a train.”

Jimin answers, “Yeah you look like it too.”

I hit him on the arm as you glare and size him up. “Aren’t you a little short to be a gangster.”

V yells over the headset, “Did she just make a short joke?” The rest of the page was just laughter.

“I’m Jin this is Jimin.”

“(Y/N).” She whispers.

“We’re going to get you out of here okay?” You nod in response. “JK is it safe to take the elevator?”

“Yeah looks like we are all clear, I’ll send it up.”

“So, cold.” You mutter.

“That’ll be the blood loss.” I wrap my coat around your shoulders, and lift you up. You last a few more seconds before passing out again.

“RM, JHope where are you right now?”

“Third floor library... had to be sure, it just doesn’t seem real.” Hope answers.

“We’ll meet you downstairs at the entry point.”

Jimin and I step into the elevator, bloody handprints on the walls and buttons. I look over at Jimin a smirk on my face. He still hasn’t said anything since your joke.

He sighs breaking his own silence, “The girls got guts...”  scratching behind his head he adds, “Lame jokes though.”

POV RM

If I just look at the chair from the back I can pretend he is just asleep. I wish I could stay like this for a while, in my own world, a world where he is still alive.

Reality sets in as I step around the chair, two shots to the chest. I kneel before him Hope doing the same, I whisper a quiet thank you, those two words are not enough to convey my gratitude but I doubt a whole dictionary would suffice. I lift his hand kissing his ring before taking it off.  

“You should have told us RM.” Hope remarks, probably trying to focus on anything except the body in front of them.

“That was not my decision to make, he was worried that the more people he had watching out for her the more suspicious it would become.”

“What’s next?”

“We do as he told us, we keep her safe. Whether that be stepping away or helping her as she goes into the line of fire.”   

Jin comes on the headset. Hope responds as I pick up a book next to Park’s chair. I look at the title and smile. “We’ll meet you downstairs at the entry point.”

POV Jin

RM and Hope arrive downstairs the former holding a book in his hand. The Van pulled up in front of the door. “I need JK, Jimin and V up front,” stats RM.

“Can I drive then?” asks V.

“I’m already driving.” Suga yells from the front.

“I don’t care whose is driving, just help Jin get her in the back.” RM’s tone sounds exhausted.

“Try not to let her bleed on anything back there.” Whines V.

“Have some respect V.” I reprimand him.

“Why does it matter? I’m sure you get bodily fluids on your computer all the time,” jokes JK making a hand gesture.

“Not helping JK.” I yell as the rest of them stifle their laughter.

“Sorry Eomma.”

I examine the cut on your neck, shallow, doubtful that it’ll need stitches. A large bruise was forming on your cheek beneath the blood. I take your pulse, which is fading fast.

“Hope, we will have to take the bullet out as soon as we get back, I’ll need your help. I can’t risk her going into shock in the van. She’ll need a blood transfusion too, I think we have some Oneg on hand.”

Hope grabbed a cloth and water and started cleaning the blood off your face, being careful of the bruise. Namjoon was watching from the row in front, concern written all over his face.

“She’ll be fine she just needs some rest, she was put under a great deal of stress both mental and physical.”

“Park’s daughter... what does that mean for us? Will she be the new backer?” Jimin asks with a worried tone.

“She will inherrate, but we can’t be sure of her intent, her connections to the underworld were unknown by her until today. I don’t know Jimin... I just...” It’s so odd to see RM without an answer.

“She might be a liability more than an asset in the field, her actions to take down Jackson, not once but twice, were reckless,” advises Suga.

“Then we do what we can to prepare her. We can’t just drop her, Suga.” RM sorns him.

“I wasn’t suggesting we drop her. I just think we should keep her burning low.”