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      Published: 2017-09-11 Updated: 2017-10-20 Chapters: 5/? Words: 6257
****** The art of Purge ******
by haukeakelii
Summary
     Seoul Private School of Purge (S.P.S.P) was built in 2082 by Kim
     Heechul, who passed the educational facility to his son, Kim Taemin
     in 4320.
     S.P.S.P is a place to focus, solidify and add quality to students'
     Purge skills. Our teachers, trainers and administration are committed
     to helping each individual student to become the best he or she is
     capable of becoming while the Purge Kill Count Board keeps the
     students motivated and active during the annual event.
     The school buildings themselves help the student population by
     offering large classrooms, advanced laboratories, equipped training
     rooms and a vast variety of weapons.
     Our school has a very diverse student population and allows students
     multiple opportunities to participate in extra classes such as Weapon
     Craft, Hacking, Languages and Torture.
     We hope that our school can help your children improve and will
     continue helping rebuild our world even after graduating, when
     everyone will receive a certificate and be offered a job as a teacher
     or trainer into our welcoming staff.
     For further information, please check our contact page and get in
     touch with one of our secretaries.
     May God be with you all.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** ''I dress to kill, but tastefully'' - Freddie Mercury *****
With shoulder length black hair and a pretty little white dress accompanied by
a pair of white ankle high sandals, a pretty face to match the petite body and
an odd name to go by, Yoongi roams the streets of Paris.
 
The siren is still loud and clear, though everyone knows by now that it is
broken and will probably only stop once it runs out of batteries. It's not like
people want to stop it anyway, the long-wailing high pitched scream of the
siren allows them to move freely, without a care of being heard by the prey.
Yoongi is just the same. He loves the broken siren of Paris and he is grateful
his school sent him here for yet another year. Three years in a row now, feels
like a gift.
 
As he walks, Yoongi does nothing more than, admire the streets. Once colorful
and lively, they are now illuminated by random pieces of furniture or corpses
set on fire, blood painting the walls and ground; in places words of disgust
are written in either French or English, but their meanings are ignored as
Yoongi concentrates on the beautiful writing only. The shops are all closed,
metal covers and metal gates protecting the glass doors and windows behind
them. There is a pack of dogs watching guardedly as well as taking big chunks
of meat from the dead bodies lying around.
 
To Yoongi this is divinely. To him, this is the process of creation. To rebuild
you have to destroy. This is art for him and everyone attending their school,
they help demolish and rebuild, they are part of a more than necessary
development. All the students are willing to help, to sacrifice themselves for
the sake of a better world. So Yoongi is delighted. Every year he looks forward
to this day, to the moment of truth. He can't wait to be given the list, can't
wait to get his team together and show the whole school that they deserve to be
on top of the Purge Kill Count Board. The Bangtan Boys are worthy of praise and
rewards. And Yoongi will be the last member to add to the count of the first
round.
 
"Stop right there!" The voice is strident and is accompanied by the sound of
the safety trigger being pulled. "What is your number?"
 
"My number?" The tone is fake, just as the confusion shown in his facial
expression. "I don't have a number." His pronunciation is far from good, but
it's comprehensible and spoken with confidence. The student doesn't care much
about being understood anyway.
 
"Turn around, show us your nape." The order is slowly obeyed in an artificial
hesitant manner. "Guns down, she's clear."
 
Oh how much Yoongi loves the numbers. Letting people know you have a bad
intention. Allowing everyone to know that at least once you thought of harming
someone, that at least once you killed or that you're already set on a target.
And of course that Yoongi has the number, but since the official spot is the
back of the neck, he and his teammates go against the Purge law. While the
younger of the team has an easy to spot tattoo, the numbers decorating his back
and going down along his spine line, Yoongi's is subtle. Very much so; hidden
behind hundreds of hair strands.
 
"Should we just let her go?"
 
"Why are you out here?"
 
"My boyfriend and I had a fight. Now he wouldn't let me in and I have nowhere
to go."
 
Their intentions become clear as soon as they look at each with lips arched
into smirks. Even over the siren, Yoongi hears them whispering. He can
practically hear their thoughts before they even have them.
 
"He obviously doesn't treat you right, baby girl. How about letting us take
care of you?"
 
"I- I don't know about that."
 
"Hey, it's fine. We have a car not that far from here. We go there, we have a
little fun and then we will bring you to our home." Three men against such a
tiny person seems fair. The size of their bodies and guns don't allow Yoongi to
say no, at least not the Yoongi he is pretending to be. He can't do more than
walk along when one of them gets closer and wraps an arm around his shoulders,
urging him to 'join' them.
 
The SUV is not the cleanest of cars, Yoongi takes notice. It's bottom part is
full of mud and dust, the front is full of silly stickers and the inside's
leather seats are torn apart.
 
"We can't have your little dress get dirty but since doing it in the car is too
risky, hop on the hood." Is letting out a sigh going to blow my cover away? I
have been on the field for 20 minutes and all I seem to do is obey like a
slave. He has to though, if he wants to add to the kill count and win the
prize.
 
He allows the man to hold his hand in order to help him, he allows him to
spread his legs and get in between. But once the other two turn their backs at
the scene, guarding as they wait for the turns, the fun is over.
 
The man's mouth is covered, Yoongi's legs wrap around his waist tightly so that
now he can't move at all and before the man could even think of using his hand,
Yoongi reaches down to his thigh, pulls out of the twin daggers and stabs the
man in the heart. Not wanting to get dirty, the student quickly pulls the
dagger out of the man's chest and gets out of the way. The sound of the corpse
hitting the hood of the car and then the ground is not heard thanks to the
siren.
 
He is still careful. Slowly fishing out the other dagger and silently
approaching the other two.
 
They suddenly turn around, with the intention of telling their partner in crime
that someone is walking towards them. Yoongi takes the chance of plugging his
daggers into their for heads, using just enough force to make it past the skull
but not to damage the brain. The shock gets them unconscious, falling into the
ground and giving Yoongi free way of taking back his daggers and stabbing them
to death.
 
Unlike them, he knows the person. Actually, he knows the guy is waiting
patiently for him to finish.
 
"Good job babe."
 
"Ha... Thank you." He blows away the stray strands that made it onto his face
and gladly accepts the wet wipes to clean his soiled hands and weapons. "Why
are you here though?"
 
"The first round is over in a few seconds. Unless you stab me you don't have
time to make another kill."
 
"Always willing to help, my Namjoon is such a good leader. But this aside,
where's our next stop?"
 
"Taehyung found out that around 200 cult members will be under the tower.
They're supposed to be there around the time our second round begins so we have
time to make it count."
 
"Always make it count."
 
"Exactly." They are smiling at each other while leaning in to share a sweet
kiss. For a second they ignore the chaos and focus on each other. "Let's go
before Tae-tae gets impatient and kills someone." So they leave hand in hand.
But not before snapping a picture of the three bodies.
 
Rule_#98_:_Have_visual_proof_of_all_your_kills.
***** ''Chaos ensues and the blood gets spilled.'' - ChilledChaos, Murder *****
Chapter Notes
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An all black outfit and a black T93 sniper rifle in hand, an expensive watch
and an even more expensive pair of glasses. If it wasn't for the gun no one
would think he's out to kill. But that is his talent after all, blending in but
standing out at the same time. People don't know what to make of him, they
can't keep up with his quick mind and even they get a chance, he knows
immediately, therefore changing his mind in the last minute.
 
He loves traps like those, when he's the only one aware of what is happening or
what will happen. If you see his knife, be sure that is not the weapon that
will get you killed. But he will let you believe that until he pulls out a gun
and shoots you right in the middle of your forehead. That's why he let himself
be captured.
 
He is kneeling on the forest ground with a girl tied up right next to him. The
man that 'kidnapped' them is mentally disabled, Taehyung can tell easily. He
moves around too much, he talks to the trees and his eyes are wide open, almost
making him look as if he's afraid.
 
"No, no, no!" The girl is being stupid, in Taehyung's opinion. Why try to run
away? You only get yourself killed faster. And it's only the second round too,
did she even make any kills? Did she even come out to kill? Or is she just
acting as Purge nurse? The student can't bring himself to over think or care,
the man has already plugged his kitchen knife into each of her ankles so she's
not going anywhere anytime soon. "Don't try to run away, that's not how it
works!" He simply brings her back next to Taehyung. She didn't make it too far
anyway, probably only 2 meters away from where she was previously sat. "You
can't run away, that's rude."
 
"Very rude." Taehyung agrees and instantly, the reaction he gets is his ticket
out. "Why don't you let her be and play with me instead? I promise I'm good
boy."
 
The lunatic doesn't hesitate. Jeans are ripped away, shirt is cut open and the
boy is laying on his back with the man between his legs, working his own pants
open. He is so into it, so busy pounding into Taehyung and marking him that he
doesn't notice another man, shorter in size, taking the girl away. He only
realizes after his orgasm and slaps Taehyung 'for distracting him'. But as soon
as he is gone, walking around to try and find the girl, Taehyung is also taken
away by the same man.
 
"I expect you two to be quiet." He let's known. There is only a matter of time
until the lunatic finds the cabin and barges in. And this heavily tattooed man
wastes no time at all. He unties Taehyung for a few minutes, only so he could
change into a new set of clothes. The idiot doesn't even look at him, instead
he tends to the girl, letting her know that she will be used as a human shield
but that she wouldn't be killed.
 
So he's not after us. Just uses us a bait for that maniac.
 
Taehyung is tied up again and sat in a corner and that's when the door
downstairs is bashed down. The footsteps are hurried but hesitant, the man and
the girl now stand in front of the door, waiting. They are both shaking, one
out of fear and the other out of rage. Taehyung on the other hand is doing his
thing as quietly and as unsuspiciously as possible. He doesn't care about the
look he's given by the lunatic, and he doesn't care about their conversation
either, but as soon as he's done cutting the rope around his wrist, he rushes
over to the man, takes his hand and runs down the stairs with him before
escaping into the forest.
 
Rule #10 : Make friends...
 
He knows very well the other man is off after them and it would make things
harder if the lunatic sees Taehyung kill. He stops in his tracks and pushes the
man away, telling him to wait for him at the cliff. It doesn't take a lot of
convincing, he leaves right after Taehyung promises they will fuck again.
 
"Fucking pedophile." The 17 years old student climbs the closest of trees and
awaits until his target is under his branch. The man still has his own knife,
now twirling it in between his fingers. He looks around, sniffs the air and
finally, looks up. It takes him a moment to register Taehyung jumping at him,
knife pointed at his head. Unfortunately for him, he is too slow and passes
away before he could even make contact with the ground. "Oh shit." Taehyung
plugged it too deep and worries for a moment that he wouldn't be able to take
it out but realizes the man's knife is bigger than his own so he leaves his
knife into the man's brain and takes his. 
 
On the cliff, he's awaited by the lunatic. Seductively, he walk over to the man
and wraps his arms around his neck. He allows the man to kiss him one more time
before pulling the knife out of the left sleeve and stabs the back of the head.
The knife is inserted from the bottom but Taehyung pushes it upwards for a
better kill.
 
...and then dispose of them once they become useless.
 
The bodies are left in their original spots, pictures already taken and put
into the system.
 
"Now. Where is that slut?"
Chapter End Notes
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***** ''Playing with fire is bad for those who burn themselves. For the rest of
us, it is a very great pleasure.'' - Anonymous *****
Chapter Summary
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Chapter Notes
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Jimin is a special child.
 
Jimin is a pyromaniac, has been one ever since he was 10 and his mother first
allowed him to use the stove. Though she was still quietly observing from
behind, little Jimin couldn't help but fall in love with the burning gas. The
bottom of the flame was slightly orange while the top was a nice, calming blue.
Jimin is grateful his parents love everything vintage and that they decided an
old stove would look better in their rustic designed kitchen.
The boy remembers begging his parents to let him get the stove or oven going
for them, sometimes, after adding a fire place to their living room, they would
let him get the fire started and even add some wood all by himself.
 
Now Jimin wasn't and isn't stupid, knowing how dangerous fire is he always make
sure to be on the giving end. The one fueling is always him, always will be.
 
Tonight is no different.
 
The sacred night of Purge already passed and now is time for Halloween. This
holiday is the only one left, no one celebrating things like Christmas or
Easter anymore. It is a day once an year when everyone goes all out to scare
people, never going treat-or-treating anymore but there are plenty of contests
to choose from and possibly walk home with a big prize.
For the students of the S.P.S.P this is the initiation day. One does not simply
enroll in S.P.S.P, one has to prove they are worth the time of all the teachers
and trainers. And Jimin is just about to prove he's worth the world.
 
Dressed in all black, hair dyed a soft yellow and curled slightly, a pair of
black ankle boots to match the weather and a sugar skull drawn on his face.
That is how he's making his way in one of the most popular clubs in New York.
He arrived here early in the morning, the school providing his travel and
accommodation expenses, which he would have to pay back for in case he fails to
prove himself. 
 
The school doesn't exactly care how he is going to do it, but he needs to kill
400 people or more until dawn. They don't care if he has a weapon or not. They
don't care if he's going to become the prey while hunting but that is entirely
all on Jimin. Fortunately, the pyromaniac has some good friends that are
already enrolled in S.P.S.P and that are going to watch him from above, giving
advice when needed or simply encouraging or calming him done with small chats.
 
"Are you sure you only need a lighter? I could pull a bomb together for you if
you have 10 minutes to waste."
 
"I am positive." He takes a moment to think and decides he does want a bomb,
just not for tonight. "Can you still make one for me though?" The chuckle he
receives is translated as an agreement so he hangs up. He can barely hear
himself anyway.
 
The club is packed tonight, very much so. Since is Halloween and a band is
performing, the entrance is free of charge and instead of 100 persons, the
club's limit any other night, around 500 hundred are squished together in the
small space. The windows are all closed and covered, as the party started early
when the sun was still up and getting inside.
 
Before entering himself, Jimin goes around the building to look around. Sure
enough, there is an emergency door that he needs to block. After all, how could
he assure his win if those innocent people have a way of getting out? There
isn't much he could block it with, perhaps try to lock it?
 
"Hey, Kookie, how do I pin lock a door?" He listens carefully to the younger
boy, twisting the hair pin around until a small click is heard. He throws the
pin away and checks the door. "Bingo."
 
Once inside Jimin can barely breath. Everyone is singing together with the
band, bouncing to the beat and taking pictures or even recording. It takes him
a good 5 minutes to walk through the sea of people. Luckily he is small so
people don't have to move out of the way too much in order to allow him to pass
through.
The stage has wooden pillar on the side, along with classic red curtains that
have been tied around them. This gives Jimin the best opportunity to start the
real party. He doesn't stick around for too long, as soon as he set one curtain
on fire he moves on to the other side of the stage, repeating the action.
People around him are amazed by the blazing fire, thinking it is part of the
show and like that, Jimin can make his way out without trouble. There are no
guards outside, giving him the perfect chance of pin locking the main door as
well.
 
"Sorry, we reached the limit, there is literally no more space inside the
club." He lies to a group that approaches the building. They nod knowingly,
don't even try to fight his statement off. Jimin can even hear them calling
their friends to cancel the plan and even tell other people that want to go in
that the owner, which now they think is Jimin, wouldn't let any more people in.
"Oh man, hear them scream."
 
Another chuckle into his earpiece brings him to smirk. The boy on the other end
knows too well how addicting the screams, pleads and the sight of blood can
get. They are both sure that by now, the front 'rows' are literally melting,
chunks of bloody meat falling off of fragile bones. Before anyone would even
realize what is happening, at least half would be dead.
 
"I will count it as 300+ for you. Another 100 and you can come back, we already
got a room prepared in our dorm for you."
 
"Always so thoughtful."
 
His next target is a closed community in the middle of the woods. If Taehyung,
his friends' hacker did a correct count, around 200 people reside there, more
than enough for him to pass.
 
Leaving the crime scene, he finds the nearest gas station to buy 5 flasks of
combustible which are taken to the rented car, a black 2005 Dacia.
 
"Since it's a closed community there is a dusk-to-dawn curfew. Everyone should
be home, I will fly my drone around to make sure though."
 
"Got it." The trip takes him around 1 hour and another half to walk through the
forest. Amusingly enough, there is no road made for cars so he has to walk all
the way to the city and climb up the immense gate. He has to slip the flasks
through the bars of the gate, adding another 5 minutes to the time wasted.
 
"Everyone is fast asleep. All you need to do is get the fire started. Start
from the forest outside the gates."Jimin lets out a small 'fuck you' as he
looks around himself in an annoyed manner. He is already inside but he sees
Jungkook's logic. If the fire is first started outside, even if those people
get outside the gates, they will have nowhere to go as everything is already
burning. "Just get it going, we want to celebrate already."
 
"What if I set the drone on fire and you go around the forest for a while?"
 
"You better buy me a new one."
 
"Yeah of course, sure, get it here." He ignores the instant complains coming
from the younger, claiming he cannot see now where he's going but Jimin calmly
and cockily tells him enough directions to not fly into the nearest house. Now
he can actually take his time in creating a piece of art. He uses just enough
combustible to circle all houses and make a trail to the center of the 'town'
from each house.
 
The lighter is prepared, Jimin keeps it close to his face to an eye level. The
flame reflects beautifully into his eyes as he stares back lovingly. That
little flame possess so much power, could cause so much damage and to think he
is the one to decide if the flame bursts or not, if a fire gets started or not.
He could burn the whole world down, and all he needs one is small spark.
 
Simply thinking about it makes him feel like a God. And he will act like one,
taking lives as he pleases.
 
Carelessly dropping the lighter into the inflammable pool of liquid. He watches
with interest as each trail burns, flames raising a few inches off the ground
and approaching the houses, themselves slowly starting to burn. Jimin doesn't
need to stay around for too long, knowing a lot will die without even putting
up a fight.
 
He retraces his steps back to his car, in the meantime admiring the burning
forest. The cracking of burning wood is music to his ears and the exaggerated
heat is barely making a difference to him.
 
"Hey Kookie, order some fucking take out. I am on my way."
 
 
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Chapter End Notes
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***** "If everything seems under control, you're not going fast enough." -
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Hoseok is hyperactive. Has been all his life and probably will be for the rest
of it. He is also very impatient and needs absolutely everything to be done
fast enough for him to acknowledge you. His first Purge is probably the best
example of what he can do when you don't speed up your pace.
 
He got his tattoo at the age of 12 after the annual psychological test proved
he wanted to kill the family next door. Still at the age of 12, he slit the
throats of his entire neighborhood, his parents and older sister included. His
dog, 12 months at the time, was left alive with one eye and two legs, castrated
and hairless in spots where Hoseok pulled his fur out from in a fit of anger.
After killing his neighbors, he realized how slow everyone else was.
 
The Kim family was running very slow at every single one of their neighborhood
football games organized and their cat somehow always escaped the house and
managed to run into Hoseok when he was on his way home from school, so he
killed the cat too for not getting out of his way fast enough, suffocating it
and then, to make sure is dead, hanged it on Kim's front porch. Then there was
the damn Lee family with their stupid Lee Myungsoo that despite not knowing
English somehow ended up reading all the texts just to quietly mumble the words
to himself and stumble on the foreign words and sometimes he would even get to
write on the blackboard, which was Hoseok's worst nightmare because the kid
barely wrote fast enough in Korean, let alone English. Lee Myungsoo is the
reason Hoseok also killed their English teacher, miss Evans, who overall was
the nicest teacher Hoseok ever had, but her choosing Myungsoo for every class
reading got her killed. However, because Hoseok liked her, she was killed
differently, Instead of slitting her throat open and watch as both blood and
life escape her body, he used the ridiculously thick Mathematics book to bash
her head in, hitting it so many times that it became one with the ground she
died on.
 
But now Hoseok is 16 and a student of S.P.S.P and such things are unacceptable.
 
Why would he use a book to kill someone when he has an entire room full of
weapons? Why would he choose a mere rusty blade to cut someone's throat when he
can make a beautiful blade that he made all by himself?
 
Now he has access to anything and everything his heart desires. Just recently
he asked for a machine gun. Yesterday he got a machine gun and today, on the
Purge's night, he's going to use that machine gun on the students of London's
Anti-Purge School. Pretty much everyone at S.P.S.P, staff members included,
hates L.A.P.S with a passion.
 
Before this school was founded, students like Hoseok had free way of moving
around during the Purge. Now they have to stay alert, always worrying about
being ambushed or somehow taken away which would lead to failing their mission
and being expelled and arrested. Without his school, Hoseok would be in prison.
Sure, he first killed during the Purge but he continued killing even after the
ending hour; he was lucky enough the principal got to him before the police
did.
But Hoseok was 12 at the time and despite his crime, still a mere child. He
didn't want to be part of something so big, he didn't want to leave his town
and move to a big, busy city where everyone dresses fancy and is slow! He would
have ended up killing everyone on the upcoming year's Purge so instead, the
principal came up with a new plan so until Hoseok's 16th birthday, the boy was
taught patience and though a lot of damage was done, the boy is now at least
20% more patient than he previously was. Kim Taemin considers it a progress and
that is all that matters.
 
"Hoseok, meet Kim Taehyung, one of our best hackers. Taehyung dear, meet
Hoseok. He is new and in need of a hacker. You two will sure get along, sun
shines."
 
"I never heard of his initiation though? How can he be new?" Taehyung, as part
of the school's council and in charge of the Initiation Program, should have
heard of Hoseok. By title, Taehyung has to be the one giving Hoseok the second
page of the enrollment form, has to be the one explaining the 'terms and
conditions' and give him a mission. But the hacker has never seen the boy.
 
"Ever heard of the Gwangju massacre? You're sitting next to the killer."
Taehyung can't help but look the boy up and down, as if he isn't sure if he
should believe the principal's words.
 
"The massacre was hundred of years ago, how old are you?" After giving his
current age, Taehyung is quick to do the math. "Oh so you're one of those kids.
It's not like I judge-" he quickly adds when Hoseok looks offended by the words
"I started at 10, I would be a hypocrite if I scolded you. Although, I do admit
it was stupid of you to continue after the Purge hours. I also continued after
the hours, I know it was stupid now, you should know too. Those are sacred
hours, Hoseok."
 
Hoseok tunes out the rest. He knows now, after 60 years of being told that what
he has done was unnecessary. He knows the consequences. And now he's going to
make up for the damage.
 
With the help of Taehyung he finds out which tunnel the students of L.A.P.S
will use after the school hours to get away. The tunnel is off maps and is
supposed to be closed down due to certain rumors that Hoseok can't help but
laugh at. I mean come on, killer clowns? Where is the scary part in that?
 
Since Taehyung couldn't come up with a plan to block them in and neither could
Hoseok, the school's council member called a so called good friend of his that
is an expert in cars and so much more, Hoseok wasn't sure since he didn't
exactly listen but once the guy showed up at the tunnel with a Goddamm mother-
fucking military tank, Hoseok became interested. 
 
"I want to marry your friend." Hoseok tells Taehyung and he wonders why the
other only smirks back at him. But then out of the tank comes a handsome tall
male with broad shoulder and soft looking hair and lips and Hoseok is hooked.
"I want to marry him." The loud and clear decision causes the said male to
laugh from his spot but he doesn't say anything so Taehyung has to clear things
up and let Hoseok know that Jin is mute. "Still want to marry him." 
 
With help of the two Hoseok replaces the machine gun next to the cupola with
his own. They keep the tank at the exit of the tunnel so as many cars as
possible could make it in. They arrange things so that once the tunnel is
packed Jin will be at the other side with another tank, blocking everyone
inside.
 
"You could easily blast them off if you used the main gun alone."
 
"The tank is not mine. The machine gun is." Taehyung doesn't understand why he
would refuse help only because said tank doesn't belong to him but he lets him
be and enters the tank completely once cars start to show up. First two cars
are police cars, sirens silent but red and blue lights flickering to illuminate
the dark tunnel. The two stop a few meters before the tank, causing the cars
behind to halt as well. "Tell Jin he can bring the tank." Before Taehyung could
obey, the sound of broken glass makes him flinch.
 
"You fucker!"
 
Hoseok smirks and ignores the profanities Taehyung throws at him. He is happy
that his machine gun working perfectly, spilling blood every passing second. He
can see the dead bodies all the way to the other side of the tunnel where a few
students try to escape but are quickly shot down. He is sure he got everyone so
he jumps out of the tank and starts exploring.
 
Some of the bodies are mutilated. He managed to poke out eyes and teeth and
create bullet lines but that's not what makes him feel good. What sets his mood
is the blood that is still spilling through the bullet holes and the splashes
he created on the broken windows and narrow tunnel walls and God, the smell of
all that blood turns him on. He can feel an erection growing in his tight
leather pants, just in time because Jin is coming his way, swaying his hips
from side to side in a seductive way and runs his long fingers through his
hair.
 
Taehyung is all the way in the other tank so of course Hoseok takes advantage
of the situation to pound into the taller male. Jin is beautiful under him,
cheeks flushed and hair messy but when Hoseok allows him to be on top, that's
when Hoseok knows that he really is going to marry Jin and that only for his
looks and porn star moves alone. Personality comes in later.
Chapter End Notes
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***** "My disability exists not because I use a wheelchair, but because the
broader environment isn't accessible." — Stella Young *****
Another night of Purge, a new city, a new mission.
 
Rule #5 : Never...
 
Team Bangtan is already out and about, looking out for targets. Namjoon and
Yoongi already took over the center of the city, sitting on the edge of a
beautiful, old fountain. Jimin disappeared long ago while Hoseok and Jin most
likely found a spot for their intimate activities. Taehyung, as planned is
already a hostage. But Jungkook— Jungkook is back at the dorm, sat in his
wheelchair while watching over everything and everyone. Yugyeom is behind him,
one hand resting on his thigh while the other occasionally brings a cancer
stick to his mouth. 
 
"Namjoon, send Yoongi out. There is a group two blocks away from you." Said
boys are surrounded by armed military officials but Jungkook knows Yoongi loves
killing the approaching prey on his own and Namjoon loves watching and kissing
the boy once he's done. He watches as Yoongi gets off Namjoon's lap, fixes his
beautiful pure white dress before leaving. The camera of the drone catches the
small gesture Yoongi's hands do, pressing his fingers on the sides of his
thighs lightly to make sure one more time that his daggers are in their
rightful place. "Gyeom, pull that down." The younger froze in his spot behind
Jungkook. He was about to pull out another cigarette but the older's voice had
him halting in the process. "One every hour if you want to stick around."
Yugyeom, just as Jungkook, is stuck in the dorms. His limbs works perfectly but
his mind is the one keeping him behind the scene. Useful but crazy mind.
"Jimin, get back, L.A.P.S students are approaching."
 
Jimin curses the students under his breath but Jungkook lowers Jimin's drone to
the boy so he wouldn't be so feel alone. It is a strange way to reassure
someone but it is the best Jungkook could do considering he's not good with
words and he's not psychically there.
 
Jungkook's set was immense, taking almost all of his bedroom's space. Sure,
there is a huge dresser and a queen size bed and a suspended chair right next
to his book shelf but there are also 10 screens forming a semi moon around the
leather desk chair and a panel of tens of colorful buttons that Jungkook alone
knows what they do. There is also a wireless keyboard and one wireless mouse, a
spare Bluetooth headset and to the whole set's right proudly hang 10 expensive
pairs of headphones while the left side of the screens is dedicated to
Jungkook's many cameras.
 
Rule #5 : ...underestimate... 
 
"Okay, Taehyung, I found a way out for you. As soon as you untie yourself bash
down the door and go left for 300 hundred meters. There will be a door with the
fingerprint system that I just hacked into. You shouldn't have any problem
getting in as long as you kill everyone on your way." Pressing a few buttons
Jungkook calls yet another member. "Namjoon, hear me out."
 
"Yes, 'baby boss'."
 
"Shut it. Listen, it's important." Jungkook allows himself to blush at the
nickname since Yugyeom wouldn't judge him for that. If he didn't know the
younger well enough then Jungkook would probably get rude as all hell with his
hyungs but the younger himself loves being baby-ed by his own older team
members. "There is an Anti Purge police coming so I suggest you get Yoongi out
of there before he does something stupid."
 
"How many?"
 
"Too many. They were initially forming a group but now they split in 4 groups
and two are getting dangerously close to our princess." 
 
Anti Purge police, the one and only team of assholes that has the guts to get
into actual fights with S.P.S.P students. And Yoongi, the only one crazy enough
to use 4 daggers on a team of 20 armed people. Jungkook knows Namjoon wouldn't
make it in time and that warning Yoongi will so nothing so he presses the three
white buttons that belong to Yoongi's drone and he sets out the weapons he
installed on it. He manages to shoot five before everyone else is able of
registering what it's happening and starts shooting at the drone. 
 
"Are they fucking serious?!" 
 
"Well fuck!" Yugyeom exclaims from behind him, eyes wide and lips parted. "Who
the hell is dumb enough to shoot a drone? The Anti Purge have to step up their
games."
 
Jungkook smirks at his best friend's comment but eyes are fixated on the men he
shoots. There is one man standing so Jungkook allows him to run off, but Yoongi
doesn't. As soon as he's in the cross dresser's sight, his forehead is split in
two by one of his daggers. Even Jungkook's drone catches on the sound of
cracked bones and penetrated brain and it's such a beautiful sound Yugyeom
can't help but lean into Jungkook and kiss his neck while a hand works his
zipper open and another is playing with Jungkook's sensitive nipples.
 
"That was so sexy. Can we play daddy, for a little bit?"
 
"Hmm, I don't know baby. What do I get out of it?"
 
"No cigarette for the rest of night. Please daddy, let me ride you, I need it—
I need you~" Yugyeom is practically purring out. So Jungkook turns off his
microphone and allows the younger to climb into his lap. His hands grip his
hips as Yugyeom grinds down on his slowly hardening member. "Fuck, even limp
you're so fucking big."
 
Rule #5 : ...(mentally) disabled students.
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