Prima Ballerina

Jeon Jungkook couldn't possibly describe the pain in his chest having to separate from Jimin after an entire month of losing his fucking mind trying to find him. His body still shook from the fact that they'd found him, maybe not entirely safe and sound, but alive. 

It felt wrong, like ripping the sun from the sky, when he had to let go of Jimin in the closet to face the reality of SADA on the other side of the door. He felt a sob hiding deep in his chest, aching when Jimin's beautiful brown eyes looked back at him with clarity and love. Seeing that look on his fiancé's face, the one he'd lived every day for the past six years doing everything in his power to maintain, nearly broke him.

Because there was Jimin. Telling him he knew him. Telling him he loved him.

A part of Jungkook was scared to move, like a single wrong step could wake him up from a dream and he'd once again be turning over in an empty bed, hand outstretched to grab a body that no longer slept next to him. But then the orchestra music flooded the halls and he watched Jimin run off with Taehyung, helping him snap back into focus. SADA was very much real, and equally so was their threat to everything Jungkook cared about and loved.

He trusted Taehyung as far as he could throw him, but it seemed like the best shot to keep Jimin away from Seokjin and simultaneously get any evidence that could throw the psychopath behind bars. Jungkook would rather they outright kill the monster but if Jimin wanted him arrested instead, then he'd bite his tongue. Jimin was right that more bloodshed wouldn't fix much. Jungkook's family may run in criminal circles, but murder was far from their focus. Killing Jin would only set Jimin and him on a new path of running. 

Yoongi tilted his head away from the hall and Jungkook followed him, the two men separating around a grand archway where a door near the back of the room laid. They slipped their masks back around their eyes, hoping to slip behind some of the pledges to blend in with the help.

"Wait till Seokjin makes a move." Jungkook said to his right hand who nodded. "We go in if he gets off that platform. If we're lucky, he might not even notice Jimin's been gone."

Yoongi looked through the door where Seokjin was sitting on his lush chair, leg crossed with a finger thoughtfully to his lip. He seemed antsy, glancing around the room and refusing drinks that were brought to him.

"And if he does notice?" Yoongi asked. 

Jungkook rolled his shoulders back, stretching out his fingers and forming fists by his sides. "Then we run in and distract him." 

Yoongi smirked at that, eyeing where Jungkook was keeping a knife hidden near his hip. Seokjin stilled in his seat, suddenly mirroring Yoongi's grin. Both men straightened up.

"I can't believe Taehyung's alive." Yoongi said under his breath, hand reaching for the gun in his back pocket as Seokjin uncrossed his legs across the room.

"Neither can I." Jungkook said, still not over the shock of it. Kim Taehyung, walking and breathing. Countless nights Jungkook held a sobbing Jimin from the guilt of shooting his best friend. Jimin was a ghost for years after, unpredictable in his grief. The strength of his cries Jungkook could still hear ringing in his ears. 

The first night that the sobs stopped was the scariest. It ended on the roof of a skyscraper when Jimin had gone on an informant job with Jungkook. They were to sneak into some company's rival's office and find evidence of fraud so that the Chaebols could blackmail each other. Jimin was light on his feet and the jobs gave him focus, so Jungkook had stopped arguing with Jimin on keeping him out of his family's line of work, but that night Jimin ditched the skyscraper's office in favor of its roof. He'd been quiet all day, no mention of Taehyung on his lips, and when Jungkook asked him about it the beautiful boy just smiled. 

Jungkook found him sitting on that roof, staring out at the twinkling city with wide eyes, and he'd never run so fast in his life to wrap his arms around Jimin's small frame. When he pulled back, he was expecting to find empty eyes staring back at him, the face of someone who'd finally lost the last thread of hope they'd been clinging to, but instead he watched Jimin's expression melt into one of warmth and love. It's time I stop letting the guilt rule me, Jimin had said and Jungkook was the one to sob. It won't bring him back. It's time to let go.

Suddenly the music stopped, the stringed instruments humming till a silence overtook them and Seokjin stood up at the end of the room. 

A girl in a mask with bright blond hair dropped a glass she'd been handing to a silver masked induvial as Seokjin boomed a clap. The sound was like thunder.

"Everyone!" Seokjin said, his voice sweet and performative as he outstretched an arm directly to where Yoongi and Jungkook stood. The SADA members heads followed. "We have guests!" 

"Fuck." Yoongi said and Jungkook snorted as the entirely of SADA, dressed in their incredible finery separated around them creating a direct runway between the two men and Seokjin. Seokjin smiled, each of his steps echoing across the marble floor as he started to walk their way.

"Now this truly is a special surprise." Seokjin said, a smile still on his lips as the dancers in the room all stilled, trained on the head of their organization. "This is a gift. Everyone, here is the bane of our organization. The one who stole my muse away and made your lives so strict these past couple years. The man who forced us to double down our efforts to have our muse find his way back to us. The single reason SADA had to undergo the intensity of changes needed to ensure Jimin found his way back to us."

"This isn't good." Yoongi muttered as the energy in the room started to shift. The red head pledge across the room, Ginny, the girl who had let them in just hours before, stared at the two men with betrayal. The room started to burn with a mirrored feeling, every face behind a mask using the years of conditioning, of strict social rules and an inability to escape the organization they'd found themselves locked in, having a clear target to funnel their hatred. 

"Now now, everyone." Seokjin boomed, stopping only a few steps away from Jungkook. His suit was sewn perfect to his frame, his hair not a strand out of place, and the smile on his lips was lethal. "If our most esteemed guest is here, it means our muse must have run away. Hush now," he said to the unsettled crowd, "fear not. We'll bring Jimin back home just as we have before, but now there is an opportunity for us! My dancers, kill these men and we'll all finally be free." 

"Fuck." Jungkook said, immediately going into a defensive position. Yoongi jumped into one next to him, gun in his hands as his back found Jungkook's. The men and woman seemed unsure around them, but the largest of them, lean in muscles built from a life's worth of dancing, started to charge. 

Jungkook aimed straight or Seokjin who laughed, ducking out of the way and letting one of the SADA members land a punch in Jungkook's side instead. Jungkook took a step to the side, this time landing a blow right on Jin's chin causing blood to pool from his mouth. Still, Seokjin laughed as he brought his arm to the back of Jungkook's neck, causing him to curl forward as Seokjin's knee met Jungkook's chest and knocking the air from his lungs. 

"Fuck, Jungkook do I shoot them? They're all victims here." Yoongi cursed and Jungkook shook his head. 

"Don't shoot, they're being manipulated. Aim at Jin, just not to kill." He replied as he brought another fist up, this one flipping the handle of the knife so that he could swing it at Seokjin. With a quick movement, the knife met the side of Seokjin's cheek finally causing the smile to waver on the man's face.

Yoongi nodded, aiming the gun for Seokjin's leg, but one of the dancers launched on him and the gun shot boomed, hitting the ceiling instead and causing the chandeliers above them to rattle, parts of glass falling down like snow around them. Yoongi frowned, aiming again for Seokjin's leg after kicking the dancer off only for a dining knife to jam into his slide causing his fingers to loosen their grip just enough for another dancer to reach and grab the gun out of his hands.

Jungkook bit his lip, swinging again at Seokjin only for his arms to be held back behind his back as two massive men in silver masks who managed to overpower him from behind. Jin wiped the blood from his lip with his thumb, licking it off with a cruel grin. He moved down, grabbing the knife from Jungkook's hands and flipping it in his palm. 

"I'm going to enjoy carving you up. Maybe I'll make a painting out of it to hang in Jimin's practice room." He said and Jungkook jumped forward, swinging his legs up to cause the two men holding his arms to stumble back from the gravity change. When he landed back on the ground, he flipped his head back, hitting one of the dancers right in the nose and it was enough to slip out of their grip.

Before Seokjin could react, Jungkook grabbed the knife from his wrist and stabbed in into Jīn's side causing Jin to cry out, dropping to a knee. Jungkook looked down at him then. Jungkook's hair was sweaty, and he could feel blood drip from his lips. He could kill Seokjin now, he thought, finally end it. 

But then Yoongi yelled Jungkook's name and Jungkook was able to turn just in time to throw his knife at a shaking dancer, gold mask around her eyes and hair tied in a blond ponytail, who was amateurly holding Yoongi's gun pointed directly at Yoongi's head. 

The knife sunk into her forearm causing her to shriek and drop the gun, saving Yoongi from a fatal headshot but also granting Seokjin time to get back on his feet. 

"Enough!" He roared and pulled out two clear tubes from an inner pocket of his suit which held a clear liquid with in them. The two medical grade shots were long, but thin, and Jin nodded his head at the men behind him to once again get a hold of Yoongi and Jungkook, their weapons picked up by another woman while the blond one screamed in agony, sobbing. A girl with bright red hair and freckles ran to her, tearing the side of her servant's shirt to wrap it around the bleeding wound. 

Ginny. Jungkook looked at her and for a moment there was something like understanding pass through her gaze. A glimmer of opportunity danced across his face. She looked from her friend to the drug shots in Seokjin's hands, then back at Jungkook and gave him the smallest nod which caused Jungkook to frown. 

"Jimin may be near perfection, but there is work still on him to be done. You don't think I would have planned an event this big without reinforcements, right? I was hoping to use this little toy of mine on Jimin if he misbehaved, but I guess you'll have to do." 

Jungkook and Yoongi struggled in their locked grip but were overpowered by the sheer number of dancers now holding them in place. Ginny gave Jungkook that strange nod again, her eyes darting between the shot and Jungkook. 

Jin didn't waste time nor did he bother to make the injection clean as he shoved each shot into Jungkook and Yoongi's shoulder at the same time. It was almost instant, the heavy pull to darkness that overtook them. The last thing Jungkook saw was Seokjin picking up Yoongi's gun from the floor and dusting it off. He said something to a silver masked dancer before walking away from view, steps echoing like the final bells of a church tower. 

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A/N: 

Good luck with the new semester you guys!!!

- Vio