Blood.

Stench of pure blood and rusty iron; the only vile scent that drills Yeosang's nose through the thick bag over his head. Who knows how they managed to get their hands on him, from one moment having possession of his axe and the next for it to be gone and he's blinded, tired from hands and feet. 

Who knows how long he was in a car for, but eventually it stopped, now with him being strapped and tied to a chair - metal chair actually - with a brutal knot that he couldn't even escape it even if he tried. He's not alone, that much he knows by the heavy breathing and Ten's humming lightly into the air.

Until eventually someone lost their patience, "Can you shut the fuck up!"

Soobin.

"I'm fucking bored, what do you expect me to do!"

"Staying quiet? We just got kidnapped you dumb bitch!"

"Hey don't call him that!"

"Yeah, asshole hurt my feelings."

"Can you three shut up!"

"Bro I'm having the illest cramp on my shoulder right now."

"Is that really your main concern right now?

Yeosang closes his eyes with a distraught sigh, "Maybe killing us wouldn't be the worse idea ever."

"Indeed."

A new voice said this.

A voice that's none of theirs.

Yeosang snaps his head up, even though he couldn't see shit, but to know there's another presence in the room that just not them is nerve wrecking.

Quietly observing them. 

Not saying anything.

"Who the fuck - Who said that!"

Before anyone could answer, the bags were suddenly removed from their heads, now blinded by a bright light bulb over each of their heads in this dark room. Yeosang blinks viciously before taking in the room, frowning when he sees his members lined up beside him in a row.

Except for one.

Taemin.

He wasn't taken?

Jimin isn't here either.

"Observant, aren't you?"

A different voice spoke up from the last, and Yeosang snaps his attention in front of him - to the darkness of the other side of the room, yet he can feel it.

The stares.

The eyes.

Observing them.

Seeing what they'd do next.

Yeosang glances down to the rope tied securely around his body, shuffling to note mentally that these are well done indeed, and if Wooyoung isn't on his panic mode than he could escape these easily.

Remaining calm with a scowl, "Who are you?"

A soft chuckle circulated the room, forcing goosebumps on Yeosang's skin, "You're just like Jeongguk, same temperament."

Ten snarls back, "You respect our boss and our boss boss!"

"That was a compliment," That's a feminine voice, "And you better watch your mouth before I stitch it shut."

"Oh fuck you!" Ten spats, struggling against the knots, "Where's Taemin and Jimin? Why did you take us!"

Yeosang's eye twitched when a male chuckle also flickers the room, "You're going to be a pest," And suddenly footsteps echoed, drawing in closer, "But at the end of the day, you're all going to be dead, except for them. Just like your friend."

A finger points to Yeosang and Hwanwoong, forcing shivers down their spine.

Friend....

Taemin...

No - Taemin isn't -

He's not -

"FUCK YOU!" Ten suddenly screeches, aggressively moving on the knots, "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! TAEMIN IS NOT DEAD! HE DOESN'T DIE!"

A low huff reaches Yeosang's ears, "I'm getting tired of you. Get rid of him."

Suddenly a door opens and four men in suits enter inside. Woosung looks between the men and Ten, now violently moving against the knots, "DON'T TOUCH HIM! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM! TEN!"

Yeosang in desperation looks at the men closing in on Ten and back to where the voices came from, "DON'T TAKE HIM! JUST TELL US WHAT YOU WANT!"

"Didn't we just say it?" The female voice spoke from the abyss, "We want you dead, except for you two, since you'll lure in our real target."

Jeongguk.

The King of Oasis.

Oh no.

No.

Hysterically Yeosang looks between the men now carrying Ten with the chair and back to the darkness, "DON'T HURT HIM PLEASE! WE'LL DO ANYTHING!"

"We don't want anything from you," The male voice spoke out, "Watch as Oasis falls before your eyes, Spawn."

Ten is screaming, fighting viciously against the guards and the chair, along with Woosung crying as he fought with everything to escape the knots. The second their eyes met, for the first time since they've met, Ten began to tear up.

Sinking in that this may be it.

He will never see Woosung again.

No. This can't be how their story ends!

It doesn't end here!

"WOOSUNG!" Ten yells horrifically, "DON'T LET THEM KILL ME PLEASE! PLEASE BABY DON'T LET THEM KILL ME!"

Woosung screams out in frustration to the knots, along with the other members as Ten gets carried out the room, his screams echoing like a haunting horror film before the door closes.

Silence.

Nothing but the mewling cries of Woosung, shocked, disbelief, not accepting the fact that Ten is not there next to him.

Right beside him.

Like how he always was.

Yeosang's eyes teared, angrily glaring, "Y-You will face the WRATH OF OASIS FOR MESSING WITH PHEONIX! RAVEN AND KARMA WILL KILL YOU!"

A dark chuckle on echoed the room, followed by footsteps moving farther away and the light switch flickering their lightbulbs out.

"We'll look forward to it."

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Oasis has gathered all forces from all of their branches together, including the parents of those who were in Phoenix. To say that the news of the ambush and kidnapping caused a dark cloud to gloom over the empire would be an understatement.

It completely ruined everyone, filling them with words far stronger than rage and revenge.

Especially Taemin's family.

None of them have enough time. 

It's ticking for all of them, and what they need now is a plan.

Jimin was part of the meeting when Oasis rounded up all the higher up members of the empire and go over what he informed them of the incident, and finding ways on how to counter attack as soon as possible. Yet, no matter if they're all after the same agenda, Jimin didn't feel as though he was there.

His mind was only on one thing.

Nocturne No. 20 C-Sharp minor, by Chopin.

It made the world go slower before his eyes, calmer, sluggish yet as though none of this was real.

Maybe it wasn't.

Yet that numbness.... That numbness in his chest weighed more and more heavy.

That's when Chopin shifted to Bach.

Adagio, letting the melody settle in the nostalgia, before shifting it to Toccata and Fugue in D minor DWV 565.

Perhaps him and Bach had something in common, death circulating their lives like a disease.

Bach had twenty, only to end with ten, and then having most of his family die. 

Man was as depressed as it fucking gets, with a life like that, who wouldn't? And his music without a doubt oozed that rage and agony into the world.

Just like how Jimin feels this very moment.

Yet that relief came.

That satisfaction. 

Lacrimosa, The Requiem in D minor, K. 626, by Mozart. 

The sight of death of his enemies bleeding and begging for life right before his eyes, just as he comes like a shadow in the middle of the night and steal them of their life.

Every single last one of them.

Jimin plays with that thought in his head, and uses it as impulse to get up from his chair to the corner of the room and exits quietly - making sure no one hears him.

Walking down the hallways didn't feel real. Everything was a dream, a facade, some fake reality that was anything but reality. Jimin believed it, he really did, and he plays with that idea.

Manipulating it to see a trail of fire in his every step, watch as the walls burn and crumble before his eyes as he quietly makes his way to the room where he was taken initially to be taken bath and clothes.

It's a room only a dresser, for cleanup. 

So he silently proceeds to die his blonde hair to silver, in the process of it occurring he picks an outfit to change into and decides with something a little more sensual. He goes for a completely red suit, without a tint of another color anywhere. Along the way he stacks up guns in a duffle bag and calmly puts in extra clothes.

He was so into doing what he was doing that he didn't even notice when someone walked inside.

Not just someone.

Both Jeongguk and Taehyung.

They watched him silently, observing, While they wanted to intervine, they decided on an alternative instead. While Jimin went to get more guns, Jeongguk only goes silently to place a tracker in Jimin's bag.

This is Jimin quest, and he's going to lead them right there if he needs the assistance.

Jeongguk looks at Taehyung, who nods at him assuringly and the two were ready to walk out the door until Jimin's phone suddenly starts ringing.

Jimin stops midway from putting the weapons in his bag but then looks at the counter of his dresser, frowning to see it's his mother.

Probably still upset he's didn't make it for the holidays.

Annoyedly he answers, putting it on speaker, "Hello, your psychotic son answers."

"Honey, why do you say that?"

Jimin rolls his eyes to her voice, organizing the bag neatly, "I thought that's why you and father tried to make me go insane with my academics, since it'll make me seem normal."

"Son, don't talk like that, you know your father and I care about you greatly."

Grinding his teeth together, Jimin rolls his eyes, "Right, like covering up the fact I killed someone with a mafia empire? Oasis. Someone else takes the blame for me."

Jeongguk and Taehyung glanced to each other, eyebrows furrowed to this sudden information, but remained in the shadows.

Listening.

Jimin's mother didn't respond so quickly, and for that case, Jimin knew it was the truth, "Who told you this Jimin?"

"Well it's none of your business -"

"I think it's time you come home. We can explain-"

"I dont want to hear it," Jimin zips up his bag, "You guys have made me think I was crazy or insane for years. Going to these therapies and hypnosis in hopes I forget, but I never can! You guys fucked me up and I was just a kid! I've tried everything to make up for it yet I believe that's never enough for you-"

"Jimin-"

"LET ME SPEAK!"

The other line goes silent, now Taehyung and Jeongguk staring at Jimin in shock while he heaves angrily by the dresser, taking deep breaths to calm down, before he shakes his head, "Did I ever mean anything more than just your son?"

"Of course you do honey."

"Then why doesn't it feel like that?"

"There's just a lot that you don't understand," His mother sighs, "Please just come home, and we'll talk."

Jimin glares at himself through the mirror, embracing the monster he knows he is, "We're done talking. I don't want to hear from you or dad."

"Jimin -"

And he hangs up, not before bashing his phone against the mirror out of anger before grabbing his duffle bag. Without looking back, Jimin storms out the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Taehyung and Jeongguk emerges from the darkness, confused as they stare at the door.

"Cover up a kill?" Taehyung mumbles, glancing to Jeongguk, "When do you cover kills?"

"I don't," Jeongguk responds, eyes now focused to the phone, "Except-"

Jeongguk's eyes suddenly widens.

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