Attentively observing, Yoongi had watched it all unfold in front of his very eyes. 

It had only taken a few snide remarks for threats to be delivered on. It wasn't entirely clear who had started it, but Yoongi was sure of one thing; Ku Minsu was gonna end it.

By his calculations, the gala had dissolved into chaos approximately three and a half minutes after Hana had left. He meandered his way across the balcony to a marble pillar that hid him from plain sight. With his phone up to his ear, his eyes were firmly on the men throwing punches down below.

"It ain't pretty," Yoongi spoke without emotion into the receiver. Gala attendees pushed past him to the nearest exit. Knives had been drawn on the ballroom floor, and people didn't really feel like celebrating anymore.

"Where are the others?" Namjoon's static voice played into his ear.

"Hana's with me," Yoongi lied. What Namjoon didn't know wouldn't hurt him. "Don't have eyes on Jimin."

"Find him and then back Minsu up, all three of you."

"Joon, it's a death wish," bluntness came as second nature to Yoongi. He wasn't the only one who had been questioning Pa loyalty lately. "We're outnumbered 10 to 1, if not more. If we stay, we're dead."

"Minsu is still our ticket out of here. If we don't stay, we're dead anyways."

"We?!" Yoongi scoffed. He wasn't trying to hide his emotions anymore, enraged by the audacity of a man he had once called his friend. Namjoon was just as bad as those at the top, keeping his hands clean while he let other people do his dirty work. "Where the fuck are you? There is no 'we', you coward. If we end up dead, I'll fucking kill you."

There was a soft laugh from Namjoon, who found Yoongi's outburst all rather trivial. "Guess I'll see you in hell, Yoongs."

With that, Namjoon ended the call, leaving Yoongi entirely alone. Fuck that. Namjoon, Minsu, Dal Pa? Fuck all of them.

He scanned the ballroom to see if he could find Jimin and cursed him out for dying his hair earlier that day and making his job ten times harder. Thankfully, Jimin had spotted Yoongi instead and made his way over to him. Hawk-eyed, Jimin had watched the downhill spiral that the night had taken and was thoroughly confused. Even more confusing for him was how calm Yoongi seemed despite it all.

"Who the fuck did Hana bolt with?" Jimin spat once he was within earshot.

"Hae Pa kid, Jungkook. He's 32b," Yoongi said coyly. Jimin didn't know exactly what 32b meant to Yoongi; he just knew that it meant something - so instead of kicking up a fuss, he simply nodded. He trusted Yoongi's judgement and, in turn, Hana's.

"And Namjoon?"

"He actually bolted. Told me we've got to back Minsu up," he gritted his teeth.

Not one to shy away from his distaste, Jimin sneered, mouth turned upwards and nostrils flared. "Fuck that."

"My sentiments entirely," Yoongi grimaced before his attention was drawn towards the entrance that was no more than 200 yards away. Barefoot and undaunted, Hana was pacing towards them like a fish rapidly hurtling against the current. She barged past the bottlenecked crowd trying to leave, making her way towards them. "The fuck are you doing here? Where the fuck is your Romeo?"

"We got news of this," Hana panted, waving her arms to signal the situation around them. "Couldn't-" she took a second to catch her breath. "-Leave you."

"You're gonna have to," Yoongi stated matter of factly, a plan stringing itself together in his head. He couldn't let them fight against Dal Pa, but he didn't exactly want them fighting with Dal Pa either. It was a lose-lose if they stayed.

"I need you to go home. There's a hard drive taped to the back of the fridge, passcode's 0613. The software on it has duped all of our data; it's all you need." Yoongi reached into the inside pocket of his suit blazer and tossed Hana a polished metal item. It took her a moment to decipher exactly what it was; a zippo. "Light the place on fire. Take what you want and then just burn it to the ground."

"Yoon-"

"Burn it."

Now wasn't the time for questions. The situation around them was moving rapidly, bottles smashing behind the bar and punches being thrown in every direction. Sheltered by the large marble pillar, the three rogue Dal Pa members were huddled together, keeping themselves incognito. It would only keep them out of sight for a few minutes, so they knew their discourse had to be quick.

"What if Namjoon's already there? Back at base?" Jimin was first to interject.

"Then you aim for the heart," Yoongi said coldly without even taking a second to think as he pulled the handgun that had been tucked in the back of his waistband and held it out for Jimin to take. He hesitated slightly, so Yoongi took Jimin's hand and wrapped his cold fingers around the barrel for him.

"Drive across to Donghae Harbour. You should be there by dawn. Look for a boat called Selenelion. You'll have to hotwire her cos I dunno where I left the fuckin' keys, alright?" Yoongi's palms were sweaty. 

He had dreamt of this plan happening for so many years, and now that it actually was, he felt overwhelmed. What if they went to the wrong dock? What if someone caught them? There were too many variables, but he had wasted so much time trying to wait until things were 'perfect'. He had to accept they never would be. "There's a notebook on the boat, has everything else you need to know."

The notebook was less a plan, more a novel that Yoongi had written for himself; an articulation of a fairytale that had seemed so out of reach for so long.

"Donghae Harbour, Selenelion, Hot Wire," Jimin muttered to himself, memorising the instructions.

Hana was the first to realise what these instructions meant. "No," she looked at Yoongi painfully. She pursed her lips, eyebrows furrowed. "No, you're coming with us."

It clicked for Jimin then too.

"I can't, kid. There's something I gotta do first, but I'll meet you there, okay? In a day or two, I'll meet you there."

He was earnest in the way he spoke, reaching out for the two of them and pulling them both into a hug. Physical affection wasn't something they had the luxury of experiencing often from Yoongi. His arms, though skinny and very much those of runner, not a fighter, felt strong around his friends. They felt safe. They felt like home.

Despite this, Hana was angry. She pushed against his chest with all her might and shouted "No."

"You gotta trust me, okay?" Yoongi began to plead, but it was clear it wouldn't work. She already trusted him; that wasn't the issue. She didn't trust other people not to get in the way. "Fine," he sighed, flicking his signature switchblade open and changing tactic. "You can either leave now, or you can stay to watch me play with you Hae Pa boy's intestines. Your choice."

She almost wanted to roll her eyes. He was bluffing, and she damn well knew it. He was stubborn, though and once he had made up his mind, that was it.

"A day or two," she spoke sternly, eyes glazed. "No more."

"No more," Yoongi nodded.

They said their goodbyes before watching Yoongi speedily dart down the grand stairs into the brawl below. 

"The fuck is he playing at?" Jimin sighed, watching as his body disappeared into the crowd. The unpleasant nervousness that was wreaking havoc with Jimin's stomach was settled slightly by the knowledge that Yoongi was really fucking good at what he did, but it didn't quell it entirely. He had a bad feeling about this.

"We're not actually leaving, are we?" Hana whispered to Jimin, voice barely audible above the noise of aggression coming from below.

"Like hell we are, squirt. Never leave a man behind."