The pure stennch of blood and an odd odor fills the ominous hallways of this X.E.F. Namjoon always hated stepping foot in these hallways for that exact reason, death and torture only follows. As much as he tries to shrug off the unease, he couldn't seem to help the dread that hit his senses. The last time he stepped foot in here was to witness the torture of a vampire who ended up dead. He remembers the young vampire well, a new blood, a small little girl that these fuckers tortured without a care in the world.

Namjoon will never forget her screams or torturing eyes. It haunts him from time to time but being in the military has made him grow tough in the matter. This visit isn't to see a torture happening or someone getting killed. No. This was different. A mission on his own.

He follows behind a short security guard who's dressed up as a S.W.A.T.T, gun in hand just prepared to shoot at anyone that steps out of line. Namjoon wasn't really in the mood for small talks but this man just can't keep his damn mouth shut as he guides him down the hallway of endless cellars. Namjoon managed to block out majority of the things the man would say and reply when his sentence finished with brief 'Oh really?' or 'That's interesting' but the man continued to talk until he lead him directly in front of a metal door with the number Conference Room against it in black print.

Fucking finally!

"I'm still unsure why a lieutenant would want to see these individuals? We are doing the best we could for their treatment," The guard comments, unlocking many parts of the door.

"I have my reasons," He states instead, watching the door swing open to reveal a metal room. Namjoon didn't waste any time to step inside and slide a seat on the metal chair in front of a square table with another chair facing him. He places his cap down against the table and glared at the door across, knowing that's where the first X individual will come through. Namjoon didn't know what to feel about this, he feels a sense of anxiety yet anticipation. He wants to meet these individuals one on one. He wants to stare at their faces and see if they're as just in pain or fed up as he is. Today he will know and he will mark the next step in his plan if everything runs smoothly.

After painful minutes of waiting, the door swings open, a guard enters first and then in steps the first person on the list.

Jeon Jungkook.

His eyes wander around the room nervously with cuffs digging his smooth skin. He's aggressively placed on the chair opposite to Namjoon and his cuffs connect to a slip on the table so he won't be able to escape. Namjoon watches with patient eyes as the guards leave the room just as asked, leaving them alone with only the camera against the corner of the room yet he still remained comfortable against his chair. His attention averts to Jeon Jungkook to see the young man already staring at him shyly, almost like how a little kid would when he's sees something he's not suppose to.

Namjoon didn't mind that, hell he wants the kid to feel intimidated so he wouldn't get any ideas.

After a few painful silences lately, Namjoon sighs in which snaps the young man's eyes to his face rather than Namjoon's uniform, "My name is Lieutenant Kim Namjoon. I'm an officer to the South Korean army. You have no clue who I am since I didn't bothering coming here giving a shit about any X subjects, all I saw were faces," Namjoon captured a cringe forming the young man due to his swear and that only spread a smirk onto the other man's lips. He is so innocent.

"Until now. So, tell me... What are you? What's your name?" Namjoon states even though he already knows this information but he needs him to say something.

Anything.

The young man licks his chapped lips nervously and settles his gaze to the clip where his cuffs are attached to the table, "My.. name is Jeon Jungkook... You can call me Jungkook.... A-and I'm an Angel," Just as expect, his voice is just as smooth as his facial features. His words are breathy and low but Namjoon still caught onto it.

"Why are you here?"

Jungkook's gaze snaps to Namjoon, "I was captured because I'm an X."

Namjoon slowly shakes his head and leans to the table with fingers crossed, "No you're not an X," He says while observing Jungkook's features fall to confusion, "You're an Angel."

A small twitch to the corner of Jungkook's mouth forms a small smile and his eyes grew a more lighter shade of grey, "If only that was the case sir."

Moments later Jungkook was escorted out the room, that calming and ease feeling gone the moment he stepped through the door. Namjoon feels a nice energy from the man, knowing he didn't really ask for this but there's nothing left to do but just wait. The cuffs on their wrists are suppose to keep them from using any of their abilities. In this case, Jungkook couldn't persuade his way in my head into thinking good and peaceful thoughts, even though that's what Namjoon craves at the moment.

The door swings open once again and this time in steps Park Jimin. He looks like he just came from experimentation due to the sweat pile on his pink hair and his shaking figure with blood shot eyes. He goes through the same process as Jungkook with sitting on the chair and attach himself to the table. The minute the guards left, all Namjoon could hear was his shaking breathes. He felt bad for the young man, a deep sense of pity. He can inly imagine going through six years of this same torture every single day.

The thought flew Namjoons mind the minute it entered and he stands to his feet and reaches to his pocket to pull out a small square container and approaches the shaking man, back turned to the camera to conceal what he's about to do. He grabs him by the hair and yanks his head back and places the tip of the container against his lips, allowing the water to go down throat. Once he noticed the man was drinking, he lets go on his hair but holds the container in place, observing how much pleasure the other man is feeling with soft moans escapes his throat. However he didn't let him finish the whole thing and removes it from his lips, making Jimin let out a small whimper in protest as Namjoon sits back on his chair, the container hidden back in his pocket.

Jimin's body stopped shaking but his eyes remain bloodshot and his body still appears pale and weak as he stares at the officer. Namjoon gives him the same introduction as Jungkook, watching the man not being overall fazed with what he just said, rather just leans back against the chair to support his lack of energy.

The minute Namjoon finishes, Jimin instantly jumps into it, "Lieutenant I know you know who I am and I know you know what I am. There's no need for me to answer that, what I want to know is why are you here to see me?"

He's a snappy one isn't he? Namjoon couldn't help but smirk to his bluntness and also leans back to his chair, "Just came to talk."

"Bullshit," A mutter escapes from Jimin's lips, "No army official ever comes to just 'talk' something always follows. I know this procedure by now so just get to it!" This by far surprised Namjoon to who frustrated the young man is getting with this talk. He wasn't aware that any officials has came to even see Jimin in the first place after many years. That stirred up another question, "What do you mean by procedure?"

Jimin's flared eyes snap to Namjoon with a snarl, "Don't act like that with me, just get it on with already so I can go to my room and forget that it ever happened like I always do," Namjoon observes the hurt filling Jimin's eyes as he looks to the ground, avoiding all eye contact. Soon enough Namjoon caught on to what he meant and his hold body froze to ice.

"Jimin.... Do t-they-"

"Rape me? Assault me? Why do you bother even asking if they probably brag about it all the damn time," This left Namjoon breathless and unable to even move. So army officials have came here before multiple times to rape him?

Namjoon continues to process this thought while Jimin shifts uncomfortably in his seat, managing to move his eyes to him and that's when his whole snarkiness fell, "Wait.... You honestly didn't know? Great... Now I just gave you a fucking idea, how stupid of me. Fuck!" He curses but Namjoon was still processing it until soon felt a surging anger as he shoots up from the chair and approaches Jimin, gripping him by the collar of his shirt and bringing him close to his face, causing a shriek to escape the other man's lips with terrified eyes.

Namjoon was not having it.

"I'm not going to rape or assault you," He couldn't help the growl from escaping his lips, feeling the other man's unsteady breathing against his face, "I won't ever lay a finger on you so shut the fuck up with you accusations!"

Jimin's body continues to shake even after Namjoon lets him go and sits back against his seat with a huff. He feels incredibly aggravated and with Jimin staring at him like he's a fucking ticking bomb doesn't help.

"Then," Jimin whispers, "What do you want from me?"

Namjoon only stares at Jimin but didn't answer him as Guards came into the room and take him away, Jimin still turning back to look at him with curious eyes. The minute the door closes, Namjoon feels like he could finally breath properly. The urge to get Jimin out of here keeps cruising his head the more he sits there, mostly after he knows what they do to him here in this cruel place.

Fuck he needs a drink, but not now that'll be for later.

Suddenly the chair was occupied once again by Seokjin himself. He looks like he was just awaken from a nap as he stares at the officer with a daze in his eyes, no red eyes or sharp teeth in sight. Just a pair of brown eyes staring right back to him.

Guess his teeth and eyes are concealed by the cuffs.

they go over introductions, him being very cooperative than most vampires Namjoon has ever encountered, not as blunt as Jimin. Namjoon guesses maybe it's because he's tired but he's not entirely sure. Seokjin tells him he must rather prefers to be called Jin instead so Namjoon goes along with that as he studies him well.

"How are your living arrangements here?"

Jin's eye twitched but still remains eye contact, "Torturing, not at all surprising due to I'm a lab rat."

"How are the guards treating you?"

To this Jin's corner mouth twitches to a frown and he runs a stressful hand through his hair before looking directly into my eyes, "What do you want from me?"

He eyes squint and leans to the table, "I want you to be honest."

Jin bites down his bottom lip before letting out a groan, "Please don't make me say it Lieutenant, please just don't," His pleading silences Namjoon from the matter, already knowing the answer.

Guards came in minute later to take a shaking Jin away and almost instantly enters the other man, the love doctor himself.

Jung Hoseok walks to his chair with a bright smile on his face as they attach him to the table and leaves. Unlike the others, he actually speaks up first, "Wow a lieutenant actually wanting to see me? How odd.. I don't get visitors often."

To this Namjoon sighs in relief and actually feels comfortable around the other man with his enthusiastic smile.

Namjoon introduce himself after this and it even appears that Jung Hoseok is listening to his every word, making direct eye contact and nodding when is appropriate. When he finishes and asks about Hoseok, the other man only chuckles.

"It feels so nice to talk to others again! It's been such a long time that I've gotten to the point that I had to talk to myself in order to keep my sanity," His giggles sirs something in Namjoon's head, something that made him feel uncomfortable yet invincible, almost special to be in his presence.

"My name is Jung Hoseok but you can call me Hoseok and as if you haven't read my file already, I'm a cupid!" He gleams with a bright smile, making Namjoon mimic his smile in return.

This didn't feel like he's having a conversation with an X prisoner being experimented like a damn lab rat. No, it feels like it's two men having a normal conversation with each other and it bothered Namjoon how casual it feels but it feels almost calming to talk to someone else about what's going on with the world, mostly with how open minded Hoseok really it.

The minute he left it made Namjoon's mind change about how he sees cupids. Not all are the same, just because of one rotten apple doesn't mean they're all bad.

The next man to sit on the chair changed the room's environment drastically. It went from being high of spirit to a darken grim mood as Kim Taehyung sits on the chair with dark hooded eyes. Up close the bruise on his eye sockets are much more prominent and his sweat beads are heavily making it's way down through his hair. Namjoon expects him to just return from another torturing manner by his state but he seems much more well composed than Jimin.

"I'm lieutenant Kim Namjoon-"

"Cut the inventory," The man sighs while looking to his badge, "I can clearly see what and who you are. I'm not stupid, now what do you want?"

His tone is stone cold without an ounce of emotions behind his voice, yet Namjoon can feel his skin crawl to how dark and unease he feels.

"I just want to talk."

To this Taehyung snickers, "There's nothing I can inform you since I've been in this shit hole for years. And here I thought hell is worse," He mutters under his breath.

"Have you been to hell?"

Taehyung's eyes darken, "Briefly, to only be ordered around like a fucking animal to come to Earth. It's not delightful."

"Do you ever wish to not have committed the mistake you did to have fallen?"

"No," Suddenly he leans forwards, staring straight at Namjoon's eyes, "It made me open my eyes to see how dark people truly are. Deep down inside people are easily manipulated to the dark side with their false faith if encouraged. No matter how much good you try to do, the darkness always wins," and then he leans before while glaring at his cuffed wrist.

Namjoon runs his words over his head but didn't attempt to put too much thought into it to not end up insane.

"What would you do as a free man if given the chance?"

Taehyung's lips tug to a mischevious smirk, "Bring hell to those who caused me pain."

"Good."

Kim Taehyung's confusing gaze follows Namjoon as he was escorted away until the last one of his subjects enter the room.

Min Yoongi sits down aggressively on the chair with the same bored eyes from the tape as Namjoon continues to go over his introduction along with Min Yoongi doing the same, advising him to refer to him as Yoongi.

"How's living arrangements been like so far?"

Yoongi lets out a groan before laying his head on his arms, "Being treated like a fucking dog isn't exactly a five star treatment don't you think?" He's snarky and much more snappy than Jimin but Namjoon finds amusement to this instead.

"What would you do if you were a free man?"

Yoongi's lips tugged into a small smile, "I'll go back to my home, even though no one would be there, I would still go home," His eyes dimmed to a sad tint to it. Namjoon knows he's probably thinking about his family and all his people that were slaughtered when he was kidnapped. Different from the past subjects, Yoongi didn't seem at all effected with what happened the past years. No bloodshot eyes or cold sweats. His skin is smooth and he looks healthy besides his thin form.

After talking a short conversation with a man, he was left utterly alone. Taking it all in with what he just spoke with all the their individuals. They were the first test subjects ever in this facility and lasted this long, that makes them special and valuable to this facility. As Namjoon gets up and leaves the room, being escorted by the same damn security guard, he was more sure than ever what he was going to do next.

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A/N: Chapter 2 yay!!! I hope you guys are all enjoying this story so far, it's about to get interesting! This chapter is not edited so please bare with me lol Thank you for reading and stay tuned for more updates sometime this week.

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