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CHAPTER 7: A Proposal

Chapter 6| Jungle City |Chapter 8

The Forest was charred beyond belief, yet The Heart of The Forest was fine. Green trees still stood tall and buildings that were once overflowing with people now were abandoned but just as vibrant as they once were. It was as if you had walked right into a ghost town.

No one talked as leaves crunched underneath their footsteps and as The Raven continued to lead the way; the unmistakable violin music still playing. The way he walked, the way he was overall, was unnerving; like something in him was unhinged. It reminded you of how you felt about Jisung and Felix, but they were tolerable. This was something of your nightmares, with the way he swayed and shuffled from side to side as he walked like a drunken man; yet in perfect time with the beat.

“He’s crazy,” Woojin whispered in your ear, low enough for it to barely even be heard by you. “But don’t let that fool you.

You only had a small amount of time to nod before you came to a stop in front of a tree, one that looked as old as The Forest itself. The Raven swaggered up to a seemingly meaningless part of it, pressing his hand against a discolored portion of bark until it sunk into itself. By the way the boys all stiffened up, you didn’t know if they had ever been to this place before; or if it was really something to be afraid of. The bark broke down and slid into the ground before the unhinged boy turned around opening his arms in a splendor.

“Welcome to The Nest, touch anything and I will kill you.” Was his welcoming speech before he disappeared into the opening, not waiting for the boys who were hesitating.

“Heads up, and hands to yourself.” Felix mumbled before hiking his pack farther up his shoulder and stumbling into the dark, the boys finally seeming to jolt out of their reluctance and follow Felix’s lead. Chan pulled his hat a little farther down his head before turning to you, eyes calculating yet frantic. You could tell he was worried about this meeting.

“We have to go in.” He said and you moved to follow behind him, watching as even he hesitated at the threshold while all the others began to descend down the stairs.

“I know.” You said, taking a step down before turning towards him, with what you hoped was a comforting smile. “Let’s go before he thinks you ran away.”

Chan just shook his head but there seemed to be a new resolve in his eyes, the reluctance entirely gone. “We’ve never been in here before…. Felix is the only one.”

“That boy will always scare me more than this… raven.” You mumbled listening to the barrage of footsteps descending down the stairs. You couldn’t even see how far ahead all the boys were, even more so when the entrance rose back up to stop the light from coming in.

“Felix is at least loyal.” Chan huffed, taking your hand as you came down to a solid floor, once again only lit by red lighting, but the feel of it compared to The Den was much more sinister. Like this was a place that even God would not speak of.

It was clear enough to see why- the red walls weren’t the only thing that was intimidating; the guns that were piled in the corner and the masks that you had seen rebels on tv wear were more than enough to chill your bones. Some of the boys even looked phased by the amount of deadly things in the room, yet the only one who looked comfortable enough was Felix; who stood before The Raven.

Here, in his “nest”, it made sense why Chan was so weary of him. The craziness in his eyes seemed to dissipate just slightly, giving him a look of seriousness that could come unhinged at any moment. It was like he mimicked his surroundings without even meaning to. A chameleon of a character, one that seemed to run the largest illegal dealings in the city.

“So,” his voice had changed from outside, it was now rougher and more serious. “You’ve came to make a deal.”

“Well we didn’t just pop in to chat.” Felix huffed, earning an amused look from the Raven as he slung his backpack off of his shoulder. “We’ve got hundreds of pounds of weaponry. Jeongin’s got information. And you, Changbin, have everything in between.”

Changbin didn’t look startled from Felix calling him by his real name, no he just smiled at the usage and picked at the knives littering the table he was leaning on. “It’s always so wonderful seeing how everyone but Chan speaks. You surely share your leadership position, don’t you Channy?”

“We came to make a deal, not chat. What’s your price.” Chan stiffened as Changbin roamed his eyes over him and then trailed to meet yours, where he paused for a moment before smiling.

“How about a new helper?” Changbin pointed a freshly sharpened knife at your direction, and it took all your willpower to keep the neutral expression on your face.

A low warning growl rumbled from Chan, “Not up for negotiation. You know the rules about the members.”

“I know, but they’re so boring!” Changbin huffed, slamming the knife into the wood of the table, “You never have any fun Chan with the same old rules.”

“They keep us safe,” Chan pursed his lips in thought, “That’s good enough. Now the deal.”

“Fine, yes, whatever.” Changbin waved his hand to follow as he stood from the table and started down the hallways lined with masks. “You want something to do, don’t you? A mission? A purpose? Maybe follow in The Serpents footsteps with their last big attack?”

“We want to end this revolution.” Jeongin spoke, his words fluid and intoxicating even in the underground of these rooms. “I suppose whatever will clean that up nicely will suffice for now.”

“Killing the mayor will surely do that.” Changbin stepped into an open room, where men in black paced around grabbing weaponry and sprinting this way and that. It looked like a factory, of people sprinting and trying to make the most advancements as fast as they could; and a man in the middle directing them all. He was dressed like any civilian you would see on the street; with his hair slicked back and adorned in the reds and blacks of the flag. You couldn’t trust appearances anymore though.

“You brought them here?” You didn’t even need to see his facial expression to understand the annoyance in his voice.

Besides you, Jisung scoffed, “Always lovely seeing you too Hyunjin.”

“It’s Paca to you, fucker.” Hyunjin turned to glare into the piercing gaze of Jisung; the angry tension between them evident to anyone in the room. You didn’t even want to think about what could have happened to make them so hostile towards one another.

“I love a good fight,” Changbin began, crossing to the table along the back wall giving Hyunjin a stifling glare as he passed, “But now's not the time.”

“You nearly let Hyunjin kill me last time we met in The Tiger’s Eye.” Jisung huffed, crossing his arms and glaring back at Hyunjin who hadn’t stopped staring.

“But did you die then? No. And besides you were annoying. “ Changbin slid over the table and began to rustle around in its drawers. “But we have a deal going on don’t we? Weaponry and galore for information… or a possible mission.”

“What mission would you have that could garner what we want to do?” Jeongin purred as he crossed the room, uncaring of the men who sprinted across it and came to a stop in front of Changbin’s desk.

Changbin pulled out a file from the depths of the drawers and placed it on the table. His face seemed to have morphed once again, from the serious business man to a now somber expression. “Something I didn’t even let Hongjoong know about.”

“Even I know you let The Eight have their choice of missions.” Woojin huffed as everyone began to surround the desk. “Why let this one slide.”

“Because,” Hyunjin’s voice was regretful from behind you. “It could end everything. It could kill us all. We didn’t want The Eight taking it on because they’re so unpredictable.”

“So why wait till now.” Your voice was quiet as you spoke, but Hyunjin’s gaze on you made you feel as though you had screamed.

His eyes grew contemplative under your graze before he turned to look back at the whole group, “It was supposed to go to Jaebum. To the Serpents…. But with Jaebum gone… We don’t want to give it to the grieving.”

“So you’re letting it fall to us?” Chan summarized with his eyes locked on the pile of papers on the desk.

Changbin nodded, toying with the ripped edges of a document, “You were the second choice… Or if you decline, I’m sure 127 would be willing to take the job-”

“You would seriously trust them?” Jisung interrupted eyes trained on whatever was inside that file. “You could only count on three of them, if that, to get anything done.”

“But they would get it done eventually,” Hyunjin huffed and came around the side of the table to lay his hand against the document. “So are you in or out? We need an answer.”

“We need a job description.” Chan’s eyes were skeptical but something inside him seemed calm.

“Can never just say yes blindly can you.” Changbin laughed but nonetheless flipped over the top covering, revealing a plethora of pictures and documents of every government official; especially the mayor. “We already did a public attempts on the mayors life… it’s time we tried for a more subtle attempt.”

Minho blinked in response before cocking his head to the side, “What do you mean.”

Changbin took a breath before looking up to meet all of our eyes one by one, before lingering back to Chan. “I mean, we go inside.”

“We get into his circle… his private life.” Jeongin murmured running his hand through his red hair, “It’s crazy.”

The boys all went into uproar at the simplified version. They shouted how it was crazy, how not even the best of the best could infiltrate the mayor’s circle, much less his private life. Yet, Chan didn’t look phased; he barely moved and instead looked down thoughtfully considering the possibilities of it all. To you, the planned seemed to make sense; even if the boys were rejecting even the chance of it.

“Doesn’t it make sense though?” Your words made the boys pause their uproar, turning to look at you with that peculiar glare you had already become accustomed too.

“Y/n, you’re new I wouldn’t expect you to understand that it’s a suicide mission.” Felix growled and you had half the thought to take the knife on Changbin’s desk and throw it at him.

“Just because I’m new doesn’t mean I don’t understand how this is all playing out.” You sighed, reaching forward and taking the top document despite Changbin’s hand still being plastered to it. “The mayor was nearly killed, a senator was killed, and the entire population is in a political uproar… you won’t be able to get at the Mayor for months. He’ll place himself behind an iron door for weeks..” You pursed your lips as you read the bottom of the document, remembering the past like it was yesterday. “This happened last time... when his wife died.”

The boys distraught demeanor seemed to fade as they remembered the fateful day years ago; when the entire city was on lock down and the mayor didn’t make a single appearance besides on TV for months. That time though it wasn’t his life that was harmed. It could be a different situation this time around, but he liked to take drastic precautions.

Changbin nodded at you in what seemed like approval, “You won’t see the mayor in public again for weeks, and the entire city will be on a full scale lockdown. You want to cause an uproar? Finally take the piece of shit down? This is your chance if you don’t fuck it up.”

Chan had been quiet the entire time, evaluating the situation with a sturdy gaze before leaning over to take the paper from your hands. The boys held their breath waiting for his response as he scanned everything over with that scrutinizing look of his before he lowered the paper with a huff. “They’re right.”

“Right?” Jisung looked like he was fuming, “They’re right? We’re going to fucking die if we take on this mission Chan.”

“Will be dead anyways.” Chan countered, swinging a gaze of intensity in Jisung’s direction. “They’ll raid every abandoned district within the month, they’ll hang warrants along every wall, and if we weren’t careful enough; we will be on the list. I don’t see another option.”

“So it’s death,” Felix sighed with a roll of his eyes, “Or torture than death. Actually we’d be tortured, dragged through the streets, and brutally executed in both instances-”

“Would you rather die trying or doing nothing at all?” Chan growled, silencing the boys and their panic, “Because I for one, would rather have my blood be spilled across the streets than give up.”

It only took a moment of silence before Woojin nodded in agreement, “I’ve always trusted your judgement, and it’s never let me down yet.”

“You’re an idiot though for sure,” Minho added but eventually sighed, “But you always know what to do… so I’m in.”

“Well if we die, we die together I suppose.” Jisung rolled his shoulders in exasperation, “But I guess I’m in too.”

Jeongin snorted and leaned against the table, “I’ll live either way so why the hell not.”

“Shut up you rich fuck,” Felix shook his head with a hint of a smile, “But I suppose i would rather die extravagantly than by some prick with an AK.”

“I’m in too.” Seungmin’s voice drafted through the earpieces, “It’s the best shot we’ve gotten in awhile.”

Chan smiled at the boys in pride before turning to you, that amused look back in his eyes, “So what do you say newbie?”

“Seeing as I vouched for the plan,” You started, noticing the way the boys all looked at you differently now, “I would say i’m obligated to say yes; but I don’t think I had any other option.”

“You learn fast,” Chan huffed, moving to throw an arm around your shoulder which provided you an instant comfort despite the situation.

“Well, that was touching.” Changbin scoffed and everyone jumped back to face him. “But I do think it’s time we begin planning, and getting those guns you brought me into shape. We’ll need them.”

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CHAPTER 6: The Raven

Chapter 5|Jungle City|Chapter 7

After your talk with Chan, your days and hours began to blend together until you didn’t know sunrise from sunset. You never left the confines of The Den, what Woojin had told you their place of residence was called, since you had arrived on your first day. Instead your life became a cycle of train, eat, sleep, repeat. You had no idea how many days or hours you had spent in that training area with Woojin, kicking and punching and learning to shoot a gun; you had no idea how many days it had been since that attempt on the Mayor. The boys never said much of the aftermath, and you were thankful. You didn’t know how you would function if you knew how the world outside was, didn’t know if you could entirely focus on what you had just thrown yourself into.

Working through your aching muscles, you pulled a tattered long sleeve over your shoulders as you tried to stretch out your body. The first few days were the worst, the aching in your unused muscles- but now the pain was beginning to reduce in your shoulders, nothing more than a dull throb as you pulled on a jacket. Woojin said you were a quick learner and you were thankful, you didn’t know how many more days of hand to hand combat you could take.

Taking a final stretch after lacing up your shoes, you slipped out of your dark room into the hallway. Except compared to the typical silence that encased the shadows, there was a new uproar from the direction of the meeting room. You lingered at the edge of the room, wondering if you should even be there as you watched Chan pace around the room, gesturing wildly to the four boys sitting around him. You had learned this was a common sight, especially when Seungmin was plugged into his laptop.

“They’re trying to find someone,” A light voice purred in your ear and it took all your will not to jump. You couldn’t be scared of small things like that anymore, you didn’t have the leniency too.

You turned your head slightly to meet the curious eyes of Jeongin, who you hadn’t spoken to since you arrived here. “Who?”

“The hardest men to track.” He shrugged, turning back to watch the way Chan ran a hand down his face in thought. “Illegal dealers, the best at their job.”

“It’s that Raven dude… right?” You tried to remember the name Minho had spoken briefly when talking about Woojin the first day.

Jeongin nodded, a somber expression overtaking his usual neutral features. “Yeah, The Raven.... He ends up with every single weapon from the Jungle in his possession at some point. He’s the best person for ammunition, and information if you’ve got things good enough to trade.”

“Sounds...useful.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Jeongin snorted taking a step forward into the room, a signal for you to follow. “Just be happy he’s technically one of ours.”

A frown took place on your lips as you followed behind him, trying to remember the conversation you had with Chan on the first day. You remembered him saying that there was nine of them in total. This Raven was the eighth but then who was the ninth?

“He’s on the grid again. Positioned near The River…” Seungmin trailed off with a little sigh as his fingers continued to sweep over the mass of keys. “Right in The Tiger’s Eye.”

An annoyed groan left chan as he continued to pace around the room. “Not that hellhole again. I thought I made it clear we weren’t going to The Eye again.”

“He wants to see if you’re a pussy or not,” Minho scoffed, kicking his feet up on the table. “See if you can really own up to your words and put your strength to test.”

“Was saving his life not enough?” Chan huffed, plopping down in a chair with a calculating expression.

“Nothing is enough for him.” There was that deep voice again, the one that made your blood boil. “I thought we all knew that… except for Y/n of course.”

If it hadn’t been for Woojin’s smooth interruption, you were sure you and Felix would have continued on with your stare down. “The Tiger’s Eye is the most dangerous part of the entire city. The Eight won’t even tread that far and they’re crazy... The Serpants wouldn’t even have pursued that area with Jaebum alive. It’s too risky.”

“Are you all not thinking or something?” Felix rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, the demand for respect radiating from him. “What does The Raven do?”

“Give me a headache.” Minho responded, earning a glare from nearly everyone in the room.

“Fine, what do ravens do, that this dumbass, The Raven, does?” Felix’s tone was exasperated.

“They trick people.” Your voice was wavered, unsure, but something about what the boys were saying wasn’t making sense. It was the first time the boys looked at you like you were truly one of them, their faces slacking at the words as they began to contemplate them

Felix, for once, looked at you impressed. “So you do have a brain.” There went the remaining respect for him, “Ravens trick people. This wouldn’t be the first time he tricked us. So where do you think he’s gonna go huh? Making a statement about The River and The Tiger’s Eye? What would be off the radar right now with all the bullshit happening above ground?”

It seemed like everyone’s thoughts clicked at the same time, “The Forest.”

“God you all work at half speed I swear,” Felix huffed, walking around the table and towards the backrooms. “Jisung is already there. He’s scouting for them and I will let you all be pleasantly informed, Changbin is waiting in The Heart of The Forest. A place where the bombs didn’t reach, and the place where he has worked for the entirety of his criminal life.” Felix turned his head slightly, just enough so the team could see the newfound excitement in his typically angry eyes. “So start moving.”

He left in silence afterwards, leaving the room a mess of contemplated faces and Seungmin frowning. It was his job to hack and scour the internet, and he had somehow messed up. It was easy to see the distraught look on his face. It was easy to see the annoyance on Chan and Woojin’s, and the amusement on Minho’s.

“So,” Jeongin started, the first words he had said to the group that morning. “Are we going to mope or move?”

“Pack up the tradeables,” Chan sighed, tapping his fingers against the wood in thought. “We move in groups as soon as your done. Seungmin, are you staying or are you going?”

“You’ll need someone to keep the drones off of you.” Seungmin’s voice was still dejected, “And make sure no one knows that you’re carrying pounds of valuable government equipment.”

“Then head up and do your job. Stop thinking of what just happened, it happens to everyone.” Woojin pushed himself from the table and stalked off in the direction Felix had went, Minho following behind him silently.

“It’s not the first time Changbin has duped us...especially with the help he gets from Paca.” Chan tried to comfort, softer than Woojin’s even though Seungmin seemed to already found his resolve. “He’s harder to find than hacking into the Mayor’s personal computer, right?”

A small smile appeared on Seungmin’s face, “Maybe.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Chan chuckled, watching as Seungmin began to fumble around with his pockets, before pulling out a minuscule bundle of cords.

‘Y/n, this is for you.” He held the bundle out towards you and you took it gently, taking in the small shapes of the earpiece. “Lightweight earpieces, we all wear them on missions.”

This time a frown pulled across your features as unwrapped the cords, “I’m going?”

“You’re apart of this team aren’t you?” Chan’s voice was teasing as it was questioning, like he was asking if you thought you were ready enough for something like this.

You had never thought of yourself as fully apart of this team, not yet anyways, but how Seungmin looked at you in expectation, how Chan seemed to already know your answer and Jeongin’s eyes danced with anticipation; you couldn’t help but nod. “I am.”

“Then you move with Minho and Jeongin. Grab a pack and try not to die, please.” He said his words with a smile but you could see the worry in his eyes.

“How encouraging.”

The world outside felt entirely different as you slipped out the front door, a backpack full of handguns strapped to your back and a hat pulled down low to cover your features. The sky was the same gray, the flag the same red, and the air the same dusty smell; but this time it all seemed new. Like you could finally see it as what it was, a polluted mess of politics; a place of melancholy where you had to fight.

“It’s different now, isn’t it?” Minho’s words were quiet as you climbed through the fence Chan had brought you threw days prior.

“Entirely.”

He sighed from ahead of you, taking you and Jeongin down an opposite trail from Chan, Woojin and Felix. “It’ll always be like that for you from now on.”

“It’s not a bad thing.” You said, even though the words felt like lies rolling off your tongue.

“It will be.” Jeongin’s voice was sharp, entirely different from the carefree manner he usually spoke in.

You knew the contempt in his voice. The anger that was hidden there. It was only something someone who gave up everything could have. “Why are you here?”

“Always asking questions aren’t you,” Jeongin teased, but you could see him trying to distance the question from himself. “We all know the government isn’t kind… the people who live here even less so.”

It was enough for you to get the impression of Jeongin’s life before The Pack. The boys were all quiet about their lives, about why they were here. You tried to get it out of Woojin but he was always focused, never wanting to differentiate from training to talk about himself. With the way everyone's lives were though, it wasn’t hard to see why everyone in the city wanted to keep the past in the past.

The Forest was in District eleven, a purely commercial place and one for lounging, and not very far from The Den in District nine. The eleventh district was always signified by the large trees there, ones that towered over the city’s skyscrapers and could be seen for miles. People around the city had heard the rumors that the trees were genetically modified, but no one knew if it was true or not; since only the richest of the Jungle dwellers had ever seen real trees.

It was an even bigger wonder to creep upon it from a back alley and see it entirely burned and forgotten. You had known the bombing of The Forest was one of the biggest attacks by the rebels; but the government had played it down. The edges of the trees were fallen and entirely blackened, soot and dust still coming off of them like snowfall. It was something out of a story, and you had no idea how such a rebel group could burn a forest the size of a district.

“Go in on the left,” Seungmin’s voice pierced through the newfound chilled atmosphere, keeping you on track. “Chan’s only a few paces ahead of you. No guards in sight only drones, you’ll be fine.”

You followed closely behind Minho as you sprinted out across the street and into the fallen forest. Inside was even worse; the air was thick and the ground crunched with soot kicked up by your boots. Every so often you had to hop over fallen trees and tread carefully around the buildings who had succumbed to the fires, weary of the cameras that could’ve still lingered.

“Jaebum really did a number on this place,” Minho whispered in awe as he crouched under a broken tree limb.

“I’m surprised he could find enough stuff for something of this size.” Your words felt bittersweet on your tongue, maybe it was because the man you spoke of was dead.

“The Serpents are crafty… its why they’re one of the best.” Jeongin spoke with a voice of melancholy. “The other groups could only dream to be what they were.”

“What they are.” Minho corrected, coming to a halt on the edge of the trees. “Just because they lost a brave man, doesn’t mean they are finished.”

The words resonated along the dead trees as you came to stand shoulder to shoulder, eyes on the figure sitting lackadaisical before a charred tree swaying his head to a soft melody. It was like he had no fear of being caught, not with the way the tune of a violin could be heard from far away. He was dressed in a red hoodie, with black hair messed up in a way that could be deemed stylish, and something about him told you to run.

“So, I didn’t throw you too far off track this time?” His voice melted with the song playing, like a melody and curse all at once.

From the other side of the clearing, you could see Chan and the way his body tensed up. “You never did.”

“Your little scout tells me otherwise.” He mocked, leaning his head against the blackened wood. “Tells me you weren’t sure.”

“You can’t blame me for being cautious, Raven.” Chan raised his hands in exasperation and the Raven chuckled.

“It would take too much of my energy, Alpha.” He pushed himself upwards from the ground, the music turning off as he stood. “Now how about we leave. I love the smell of wood burning but even this is beginning to get excessive.”

From across the way Chan stared in your direction; Woojin, Jisung and Felix surrounding him with equally distraught expressions. Minho glanced to you and Jeongin, then back to the Raven who stared ahead unbothered to check the lingerers at the edge of the tree, before nodding to Chan across the way.

Chan’s voice was rough as he spoke, but there was a steadiness to his gaze. “Then lead the way.”

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CHAPTER 5: Hostile Relations

Chapter 4|Jungle City|Chapter 6

You pushed your way out of the bathroom, the air colder outside than in but it felt more inviting than the mirror you had stared at. You didn’t want to pick apart yourself in a dark bathroom and had forced your way into the hallway, trying to find an objective to put your mind at ease. The last time you ate had to have been hours ago, and now that your body was finally coming down from the high of fighting, your stomach was crying for something more than just a small breakfast.

Carefully, you began to make you way down the hallway back to where you believed the kitchen to be. A few of the boys had taught you the main locations that you should know, such as the kitchen and the meeting room; but lingering through the maze by yourself was different than listening to their words. Especially when everything was pitch black and there were no sounds to guide you this time. The only thing about the kitchen though, was that it was one of the brightest rooms besides the training grounds. Once you had caught sight of the vivid lighting, you stumbled along the hallway until you were met with an unfamiliar back to you; with a mop of blonde hair on top. It seemed like the world had chilled in seconds.

“What are you doing here.” It was a demand to know from the deep voice, the one that belonged to the boy named Felix. You hadn’t encountered him again since the night before when he had glared at you and stalked off. You were glad; you didn’t know how you were supposed to even talk to him.

“I’m hungry.” You said simply, eyes still on the back of the boy who didn’t even turn his head as you tiptoed to the fridge.

“I didn’t mean that.”

You paused with your hand on the handle and frowned. It was the same question you had been asking yourself. “To fight… to finally do something right.”

“Not a good enough answer.” He growled and took the bowl in front of him in his hands and stalked towards one of the many exits.

You could feel a rage building up in you, at the way he talked and the way his body tensed any time you were in the same room as him. You understood his suspicions and his unwillingness to communicate, you just didn’t understand the down right hostility. “Will anything I do be enough for you.”

He paused at the threshold, turning ever so slightly so you could meet his fiery eyes. They simmered like a new found flame, as though he was made of pure rage. “Leaving would.”

You had never known what an onsight hatred felt like before. How your ears turned red and all you could feel was your blood boiling; watching the he took off into the dark with a heart full of furry. Perhaps the whole complex heard the way you slammed containers into the side of the fridge and threw your plate down with enough force to rip the paper, but you were too fixated on the wrath coursing through your veins. The last thing you wanted was to feel this way towards one of the boys, but you couldn’t seem to stop the boiling of your blood.

“Well, this is different.” You could recognize Chan’s voice, the comforting and amused tone already engraved in your brain, sounding from behind you as you warmed up a ration.

“What, me eating? How strange.” You huffed, turning down the heat and pulling your pack of rice and meat off of the burner.

Chan only raised an eyebrow, trying to hide his amusement at the way you stabbed the steak like it had personally harmed you. “Why are you stabbing that so much? It’s already dead.”

You just huffed and threw him a small glare, shoving a spoonful of food into your mouth, “It’s fine.”

“You look like you’re going to kill someone.”

“Well, guess I’m getting into my new role.” Chan only rolled his eyes at your words and moved to stand in front of you, watching you intently even though you acted as though you didn’t even recognize his presence. You hated how comfortable you were with him. It was a day, possibly two max as you couldn’t tell time very well down here, and you already felt as though you had known one another for years. You supposed that maybe a near death experience and an acceptance into an illegal rebellion brought people closer.

“What’s wrong?” He prodded, his eyes full of that concern that only one in a high position could maintain. It was enough for you to stop chewing on your spoon in annoyance.

“Chan, it’s fine really.” Your voice had dropped its edge as you mixed around the remaining food. You didn’t want to worry him. He had taken a gamble upon dragging you with him; one that could ruin his group or their respect, you weren’t going to let that all go due to some bad blood with one member.

“Y/n I have to know these things.” He sighed, reaching to put his hands on your shoulder in a supportive manner. “I lead this Pack and I need to know how everyone in it is fairing, especially with one another.”

“Felix and I will work it out.”

He laughed slightly and shook his head, rubbing his thumbs across your shoulder. “I should have guessed it was Felix. I had a feeling it was going to be Jisung.”

“They… they both don’t seem too keen about me.” You mumbled, glancing back down at your food unable to take the sincerity in Chan’s gaze. No one would act this way out in the city.

“They’re not too keen about anyone,” Chan encouraged but you didn’t know if it was supposed to make you feel any better. “It took me months to get them to warm up to me… even then Felix only talks to me and Woojin. Jisung is better… he’s just,” He tsked under his breath as he tried to think of a suitable word, “Eccentric? Sporadic? You never know what he’ll do.”

“Felix is just malicious?”

“Misunderstood and distanced.” Chan rephrased dragging his hands down your arms until he finally let go.

You frowned, either out of lack of warmth of the lack of food in your hands, and sighed. “I can live with it… I have to. I just don’t know how it’ll all turn out.”

“Do you know why I dragged you along to join The Pack?” Chan said as he turned to sit on the edge of the table in front of you, watching as you ran your utensil along the inside of the bag with a conflicted look in your eyes.

“No.” Your words were honest, “It felt like you just dragged me here.”

An unattractive snort left Chan at the remark, “I don’t just drag anyone here. I dragged you here because you were different, just like us. How did you find me in that crowd in the first place? Why would you come up to me?”

The questions made something in your stomach feel unsettled, “I just… you didn’t exactly blend in with the crowd.”

“Regulars don’t just approach strangers… they especially don’t just talk to them and stop them from committing treason.”

“Aren’t you already committing treason.”

“Besides the point,” Chan shook his head but that constant amusement lingered on his features. “You came up to a stranger and stopped them; one, that is courage. Secondly, that’s skill, pointing out the biggest, most vital threat in the crowd.” He gestured to himself and you couldn’t help but scoff. “I blend in anywhere, even the boys have trouble finding me in the crowds, so the fact that you could pick me out so easily? That’s a natural skill. One that will be useful, don’t let the boys own prejudices deter you from being here.”

It took you a moment to process his speech, the words and the skills he said you had. Why would Chan believe in you for any other reasons. He was The Packs leader, he was willing to risk his life for his ideal of a better world; why would he lie about the reason he wanted you to join. The words still settled uneasily in your mind but you forced yourself to nod, “If you say so.”

“I know so,” He nodded encouragingly, “I don’t just pick anyone Y/n.”

You moved to set your food away, trying to formulate a response to the honest words as you felt Chan’s eyes follow you around the room. “Why did you pick the others?”

“They caught my eye,” He chuckled, tapping a beat against the wooden table top; something you had noticed seemed to be a habit of his. “Woojin was always strong, I met him on the street and could tell that even though he was a rich boy; he knew the world was wrong and wanted to use that mental and physical strength for something better. Seungmin? He hacked into my laptop and stole all of the files for an attack, it’s easy to see why we needed someone like that. Minho? He nearly killed me as a child. I’ve always liked him.”

You laughed at his tales of the past, “So nearly dying makes up most of your friendhships?”

“Made up ours.” The smirk on his face made you roll your eyes and turn away, but a rapid heartbeat made it hard to breathe. “But I’m a good judge of character. You’ll do great here Y/n, just give it a little time. You still have to go through all that training with Woojin.”

Your groan was audible throughout the kitchen, and you were sure Woojin had heard you in the training room. “Don’t remind me, everything already hurts.”

Chan just shook his head, with a nostalgic smile. “You’ll do just fine, Y/n.”

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CHAPTER 4: Hit Me First Or I Will

Chapter 3| Jungle City | Chapter 5

The room they had gave you was simple; bare besides the necessities such as a bed, drawer for clothes and a small lamp on a nightstand. It was comfortable nonetheless; the dark blankets molded around you perfectly and you couldn’t remember a time you had slept so well. If not for the loud, incessant banging on the door; you weren’t sure when you would have woken up. You frowned underneath the comfort of the blankets and squinted at the door, wondering if the noise was just your mind but that thought dissipated as quickly as the banging began again.

“Get up squirt.” Woojin’s steady voice rang out from behind the door. “Either your up for training in two minutes or I’m sending Jisung after you.”

You didn’t know what the threat of JIsung could entail, or who he was really, but you scrambled up to your feet. Faster than you could process, you slipped on your shoes and stumbled to the door, frantically fixing the clothes you had slept in from the day prior and your bed head. Before Woojin could knock again, you swung the door open to be met with his raised fist and bored expression; that quickly changed upon seeing you.

“I’m up.”

“You look half alive.” He said, eyeing you up and down, taking in the way sleep still littered your eyes and your voice was raspy.

“Always am,” Your response garnered an eye roll from Woojin and you realized in that moment how unprepared you were. While Woojin looked the part of a trainer, with his black joggers and fitted shirt, you looked as though you had just rolled out of a late night study session. Dressed in jeans and a jacket; you were already at a disadvantage for whatever the day held.

“Are you going to change,” Woojin quirked a brow as his eyes trailed back down to your ragged jeans. “Or do you plan to kickbox in jeans.”

A frown formed on your lips at the remark, “Chan dragged me here yesterday… I didn't exactly have time to grab a spare change of clothes.”

“Jeongin and Felix will go get your things than,” Woojin said before turning around, not saying anything but you understood that you should follow him. “You’ll just train without comfort than, makes it more real.”

“How exciting.” You deadpanned, a new sense of dread seeming to fill your veins as you followed Woojin’s back, unfamiliar with the winding maze of dark corridors. It seemed that none of the other boys were awake, or if they were; not anywhere close to you. The Den, what Chan had called their living space, was a large area with too many hallways and doors to count. Chan had even admitted that there were too many rooms to keep track of, a large majority of them having to be boarded up and locked for safety. There were only a few people who knew what resided in all the doors of The Den, and you didn’t know how close you wanted to get to Minho or Felix to find out.

Woojin’s steps began to slow as you both came to a stop before a rather large door, much bigger than the previous ones had been. His hand was twisting the door open when he looked back at you, anticipation in his eyes, “Let’s hope you don’t break anything… or yourself.”

The encouraging statement was all you got before you stepped into a large, brightly lit room. None of the movies or gyms you had gone to before had the same feel as their training area; the intensity and realness of it. Targets of both human and animal shape littered a side wall, ropes for strength training hung from the ceiling, weights were scattered everywhere and then there was boxing equipment; punching bags that both clung to the wall and were free standing. It seemed like something you would only see in fiction; with its white lights and dark walls, it wasn’t anything you could have ever dreamed to stand in.

Woojin waltzed through it like this place was his home, hand running along side different weights and ropes. It made you realize just how deadly he could be, “You know nothing of fighting, huh?”

You shook yourself out of your daze, starting to focus on just how small you felt, “Nothing I’ve ever actually tried.”

“Well, lucky for you,” Woojin started, picking up white bandages from were a plethora of medical supplies laid. “I know just a little bit about training newcomers.”

“Just a bit?”

“If I made Jeongin into the fighter he is today, I can make you into something crazier. Now warm up,” he had a bit of a laugh to him as he spoke, seeming to be entirely into his element as the teacher. “Ten laps around the room, fifty sit ups, fifty push ups, fifty squats. Twice.”

You didn’t have the courage to even groan at the words. All you could do was follow them, with hopes that you wouldn’t break Woojin from his disposition of enthusiastic teacher.

It seemed like nothing could make Woojin crack. Not with how you panted after the first set of warm ups. Not with how you nearly passed out after the second. Not even when you finally groaned with distaste once he made you do a second rep of warm ups, this time consisting of pullups, leg lifts and twists.

“Have you ever worked out like this before?” Woojin asked, as he wandered about the room doing his own warm ups and whatever he pleased.

“Are you calling me-” You struggled to get the words out as you tried to force your body upwards for you final rep of pullups, “-fat?”

Woojin chuckled at your tight voice and sense of humor, “These aren’t warm ups you know.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his words. Of course they weren’t just warm ups, no one sane would do 200 push ups as a way to get their blood flowing. “I had a feeling you were lying.”

“Get used to it,” Woojin said as you dropped down, arms and back sore from your session of pull ups unable to force yourself to do more. “I’m impressed you could do that many.”

“Spite is a big motivator,” You wiped the sweat from your eyes and onto your pant legs, noticing the way your shirt was much damper in places it normally wouldn’t have been.

“I can tell,” Woojin tossed the roll of medical tape in your direction and you could barely catch it before it hit the floor. “Wrap your hands, I’m going to teach you how to box.”

“Already?” You panted out the words and you toyed with the frayed ends of the tape.

“What, are you going to ask for a water break?” Woojin’s scoff was loud in the empty room. “Is that what you’re going to ask Mayor Seo if you ever encounter him?”

You hated how right Woojin was. Without further complain, you wrapped your hands with tape and tried to force your aching body to be quiet for a little while longer. Real fighting, not with your words but with your hands, was not something you had ever been accustomed to. It was prohibited in the streets and in schools. No one was supposed to know how to use their body to harm. It was a way for the government to control the people and limit their ideals to uprise.

How you wished you had gone against the quota sooner.

Woojin was a courteous teacher and it was evident that he had previous students before you. He sung threw motions in slow motion, teaching you the right way to shift your arms with your hips to land the most impressive of blows for someone of your size. It didn’t matter the way you wrapped your hands or how you yelled after each faux punch; it wasn’t enough to be real, to force you to put your entire being into a single throw like Woojin. Maybe it wasn’t that it wasn’t real enough to you. Maybe it was making things all too real and you didn’t know how to react to it, even if all the moves and pieces were there.

“You’re thinking too much.” Woojin prodded after moments of instructing you on different types of basic moves, noticing the shifts in your expression.

You sighed, wiping the back of your hand against your forehead, “It’s hard not to.”

“Why?” The question was so simple but you couldn’t formulate and answer, causing Woojin to sigh, “You can’t be quiet about your problems. It makes you unfocused. One distracting thought and you could be blood on the walls, Y/n.”

“I know Woojin,” You said with a lingering annoyance in your tone, though it was directed at no one.

“Then hit me like your life depends on it-” He raised his hands up as targets, making you widen your eyes in confusion. “- because it will.”

“You… You want me to punch you-”

“Yes, now hit me first or I will.” His voice had gone back to that steady voice of leadership, the one from yesterday that made you garner an immediate respect for him. The one that now made you feel complied to follow through with what he asked.

You didn’t know how to fight. You had never once swung a real punch at a person before; yet, as you began to move and strike against Woojin things started to feel natural. A hook to the left, an uppercut with the right, a jab at the knee with your foot; things seemed to fall into place faster than you could process. It wasn’t until Woojin, with a look on his face one could attempt to say was pride, hooked his leg behind yours after a false step by you and you were taken to the floor did everything seem to catch up with you.

“That,” Woojin said with a slight of breath and his hand firmly pressed against your shoulder, “Was exceptionally well done, squirt.”

With the adrenaline and pain coursing through your veins you almost missed Woojin’s compliment. You had fought him, albeit you had never landed a single hit besides to his hands that acted as targets, but you had fought him; and he said you did well. You groaned as you spoke, not bothering to sit up from your spot on the ground as Woojin rose, “Well enough to take a nap?”

He laughed, breathless and amused as he stared down at your form who already looked half asleep. “Yeah… you did well enough to take a nap. We’ll start again soon.”

“Oh so not well enough to get the rest of the day off?”

“You’re on thin ice squirt.” You couldn’t help but smile lightly in pride at the words as you let your head fall back against the ground.

Woojin did hold up with his promise for the most part. You were given a thirty minutes break; one that you indeed slept on the floor for, with no care for what you were laying on top of. That was how the majority of you day seemed to go. After you had woken up, Woojin laid a plate of breakfast before you and then you were back to throwing punches. It was tiring work, the bright lights and black walls seeming to blend into one, the noises of forced throws and tired grunts the only background noise. Your arms and legs throbbed with effort, your muscles contracting and aching due to unuse, but you continued to try your best to match Woojin; connecting high kicks and elbow jabs in fluid sequences. It wasn’t until Woojin took a pause with a deep breath, a signal that he was finally getting worn out while you had been panting nearly the entire time.

“That’s enough.” He breathed out, voice still sturdy but now there seemed to be a raspiness to it. “You did a lot better than I thought.”

You let out a sigh of relief and finally took a moment to catch you breath, “I thought you would never say to stop.”

“We can still keep going if you’d like.”

“I’ll just shut up now.” You squeaked out, carefully unwinding the bindings of your knuckles noticing how red and bruised they were. Woojin had warned you that they wouldn’t look pretty afterwards; and they most likely would be bleeding, and he wasn’t wrong.

Woojin laughed at your words as he guided you back towards the door you had came in, “Jeongin should be back by now. It’s been a few hours since our break.”

You nodded along though you weren’t really listening, “Where’s the shower?”

“Priorities I see,” He swung open the door for you to walk through. “Straight in front of your room, you can’t miss it- oh and Y/n?” You raised and eyebrow at him as you stepped through the doorway, “Make sure to lock the door, Seungmin likes to pull pranks.”

With that, Woojin shut the door and you were left in the dark hallway. This time though you didn’t feel so scared about walking through the shadows. Maybe it was your newfound ego from sparing from Woojin or the pure exhaustion coursing through your veins, but you staundered through like you hadn’t nearly panicked this morning at the thought of walking the halls alone. It was difficult to remember the way back to your room but you had managed, still not finding a single one of the boys along the way. Yet, Woojin had been correct with saying Jeongin would be back.

Slipping back into your room, you had found it much more full than before. Your clothes were piled on top of your bed and small photos and trinkets you would have thought have been overlooked were stacked neatly on top of the nightstand. You would have to thank the sly boy for making the trip later, if you ever saw him, or anyone, today. A change of comfortable clothes was one of the things you wanted most right now.

You didn’t imagine that a shower, one of the things you yearned for since the session with Woojin began, would be a thing of pain. With sore limbs and split knuckles, it proved to be a hassle. Soap seeped into your open wounds and you couldn’t help but hiss; thinking the stinging feeling felt worse than when Woojin had kicked you in the stomach.

You tried to finish up quickly, scrubbing away the dirt and grime that littered your body from the past two days; but something was forcing you to slide your hands down your face slowly. It was like you were washing yourself away. This old character you used to be and exposing this new one; who threw punches with strange men they had met the night before and joined revolutions. It was hard to look in the mirror at yourself afterwards the changes in your eyes all too noticeable. Even as you threw on a comfortable hoodie and pants, something that always made you feel at home; you still felt foreign in your own skin. As water droplets cascaded down the side of your cheeks, you didn’t know if you had the heart to brush them away; like you didn’t know if you could just brush your self twenty four hours ago away.

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CHAPTER 3: A Start

Chapter 2| Jungle City |Chapter 4

Chan explained everything as simply as he could to you. The Pack, their group of nine members, had been around for a year; garnering new members as the unrest in the city grew. The members ranged from struggling children on the streets to members of some of the wealthiest that had ever dwelled in the city. He didn’t touch much on the members besides that, seeming to think it better to leave their names and what they did a secret for now.

“So you all met up and formed a rebellion?” You summarized, leaning back in your seat, tapping your fingers against the wood in thought. “And now… this band of ruffians are trying to overthrow the government.”

“That’s a rough summary but yes,” Chan nodded, eyes glancing to the watch on his wrist. “We all had a vendetta against Mayor Seo… some larger than others. We’re trying to use our experiences to make a change.”

You nodded in understanding. It was a group of children who had been wronged by the authorities, tired of trying to live up to the expectations of people who cared little for their wellbeing. It was the same stories who you had witnessed from the kids you used to go to school with; their anger and sadness having to be stored away behind placid smiles and teary eyes. They were some of the few ready to do away with what they were gifted in life, any safety they might have had, to try and create something new; something better than what they were thrown into.

“What’s your next step than.” The question seemed to make even Seungmin’s fingers stop their typing for a moment.

The heavy silence that had encompassed the room only lasted a few moments, as Chan’s face contorted into so many different expressions before settling back into one of neutrality. “We’re working on it.”

The answer didn’t satisfy you. Chan and Seungmin had both given you such full answers about everything yet now, the seemingly most important question you had asked, they couldn’t give you an answer. You couldn’t press on or object them however, because the steps were suddenly shaking and the clanging of metal roared around the room.

All eyes were turned towards the darkness, a panic feeling you that couldn’t subside even if Chan and Seungmin waited with neutral faces. One by one, boys dressed in all black from head to toe waltzed into the room; draped with full bags and guns and other weapons slung over their shoulders. They looked like a pack of robbers, with their ski masks and black gloves; but their presence screamed that they could kill you. Except for one, who stood right in the front, his hands pushed into his jean pockets and his face a mask of indifference. He looked young, a face of pure youth; with red hair and a sly look in his engaging brown eyes as they met yours. For some reason he seemed to scare you the most.

“We got what we could,” The one in the middle, that largest of the group said as he pulled at his mask with his free hand. Underneath was a boy of perfection, and you could have sworn you had seen his face before. The way his lips curved and the way his eyes glowed with an unwavering intensity; if it wasn’t obvious by his demanding voice, he was one of the leaders of the group. “We could have gotten more but with the amount of security we wouldn’t risk it.”

“I tried to keep the drones off of you all,” Seungmin said and you realised that that was what he had been doing the entire time. He had managed to slip into the mainframe and control the drones; something you hadn’t heard of anyone being able to do without getting shot. “But there was too many. They seemed to have tripled the amount since last time.”

“Well we all know why,” The red haired boy snorted, finally taking his eyes away from yours to stare at Chan. “Jaebum’s dead. Yugyeom was lucky he didn’t get captured from taking those shots. Jackson and Mark almost got killed if it wasn’t for me and Jinyoung killed a senator. Things are getting much more hectic.” He said it in such a laid back matter that it made it all the more chilling.

“Which senator?” Chan asked, the authority back in his voice; a complete contrast to how he had been with you five minutes before.

“An unimportant one, Senator Woobin. Was the one in control of the fifth district, not well acquainted with The Five… or at least not enough to join their little league.” The boy said messing with the phone in his hands, his fingers scrolling even if he wasn’t looking at it anymore; his eyes back onto yours. “Now who are you.”

The eyes of all the masked boys turned to you, all with calculating glares as they hadn’t even noticed your presence when they had walked in. You felt like you should have panicked, felt your heart in your throat and your breathing cut off; yet you felt steady. “Y/n.”

The boy nodded, his eyes now back and glued to his screen. “I saw you and Chan at the rally. Stopped him from making a fool of himself and end up with Jaebum.”

“Doesn’t mean we should just let anyone in.” A deep voice growled in the back, and you could feel the eyes glowering with rage stuck to your forehead.

“Felix, stop.” The boy in the front ordered, his head shaking as he glanced between you and Chan. “Take the weapons to Minho, get them cleaned up and ready for selling. Jisung, go with him.”

“Don’t use my name around a newcomer.” Both of the boys in the back huffed, filling their arms with weapons before stalking down the dark hallway Minho had retreated down moments prior. That was the reaction you had been waiting for; the unfriendliness, the cold shoulder and glares. It made the whole situation feel more serious, more real; none of the kind smiles and the light talks that Chan and Seungmin had been giving you.

“They don’t like new people. None of us or incredibly fond of anyone we don’t know.” The authoritative boy said, setting his own pack of weapons down on the table. “Don’t take it to heart.”

“I understand it.” You said, causing his eyebrow to raise as he began to take inventory right on the wooden countertop. “This isn’t something like a class club.”

“It’s war.” The red headed boy nodded, moving so he was at the head of the table. “Something new comers don’t just appear. You’ll have to prove you belong here to them.”

“And what’s it to you?”

He smiled at your question, one that was amused rather than genuine. “I think you’ll be interesting. You’re already proving it.”

The words weren’t a compliment nor were they a insult; they were a statement, one that shouldn’t have scared you as much as it should have. This boy was the most unassuming, even with the red hair, the one who looked like he could blend in with any crowd. It’s what made you the most weary of him; not of the muscled giant to your left or the boy who could corrupt the files of a high-tech government in the blink of an eye, but scared of the boy who looked like he could know everything with only a smile.

“You’ll learn what you need to.” The boy with the guns huffed, taking apart the contents of a pistol piece by piece. “We all started somewhere.”

“Some of us in better places than others,” Chan snorted as he picked up a handgun from the pile on the table. “You’re smart, you’ll pick it all up quickly. Especially-” Chan slammed his hand against the boys shoulder, “- with this bear teaching you.”

The boy shrugged Chan’s hand off of him and sighed, though it didn’t seem like he was mad about Chan’s proposition. “Give it a day before you elect me teacher. I’ve got guns to clean and a nap to take before you say anything else.”

You quite liked the boy with the guns, even if it he one of the most intimidating things in the room; and the prospect of him teaching what you needed to survive in The Pack wasn’t helping your stomach from aching or your head from spinning. You didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into.

“Woojin won’t kill you Y/n.” The red headed boy laughed as he sat on the counter top. “He might just maim you a little.”

“How lovely.” You huffed, watching the way the boys all smiled a little; seeming to share you sentiments. They probably all started off the same, newcomers with a sense of justice but no sense of fighting; of what this all would really entail.

“But my nap first.” The boy cleaning the guns, now deemed Woojin, reminded. “We’ll start in the morning.”

You couldn’t believe how easily accepted you were. How Woojin just nodded and continued on with his tasks, the thought of teaching you what you needed to know just another simple thing. How the red haired boy, with his sly smiles and other worldliness about him, looked at you like he had just gained something incredible. How Seungmin just shrugged and he began to treat you the same way you saw siblings treat one another on the streets. How Chan made the decision to bring you along, despite only knowing your impulsive thoughts; and was now adamant of you joining them.

Somehow, these thoughts made it easier to fall asleep that night in the comfort of a foreign bed, in a foreign room- entirely uprooted from the life you thought you would always be stuck in.

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Okay so announcement:

I think I’m going to post everything that I’ve written and then go on hiatus, perhaps a permanet one, from creating on this app. I really just don’t have the heart to write anymore or at least for my kpop boys. I’ll still be on to chat with of course and support fellow creators but for now I’ll log off for the most part.

If you’d like to still find me, another blog I use is @peachytanjiro or also my TikTok @cadytheelf

Thank you all for the support on this app and I hope that maybe one day I’ll be back💕

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Okay but I’ve always wanted to be a witch 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Thank you for tagging me @i-like-to-think-that-im-cool

I’ll tag @walkingonwave @peachylixie @igenll and anyone else cause my minds drawing a blank lol

Rules: Go here and make yourself into a witch (a page popped up for me that was written Japanese but all you have to do is click the pink button and it’ll get you started) !

I got tagged by: @supercriminalwolf

I’m just gonna tag: @xxsanshinexx @bitchimzombie and @magsalltimelow because this is actually really fun and I think they’d enjoy it too

#moots

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Ateez military/special unit au

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Chapter Two: The Pack

Chapter 1| Jungle City | Chapter 3

Alpha and you ran, through crowded streets of manic pedestrians and through streets where not even the wind whispered. Yet the screams of the plaza were still there no matter how far you ran; the Mayor’s voice blaring through the speakers that covered the entirety of the city and through the announcement drones. It wasn’t until the pair of you made it to a district you had never set foot in before did Alpha slow down. Chain-link fences covered nearly every inch of the buildings, banners and graffiti covering everything else; but, yet the Jungle City flag still waved above it all.

“Just this way,” Alpha whispered, tugging you towards a cut in a fence, blocking off a dark building that looked like it had seen much better days. You followed him without hesitation, taking note of how weathered the fences were and how the door you stood before looked like it had been reconstructed several times.

“Where are we?” Your voice matched the scene, quiet and eerie, as you watched Alpha raise his fist to the door; knocking in a way too specific to be normal.

“This is district nine…. An abandoned district left for those in poverty or those who seek retribution.” He knocked loudly again, his regard for secrecy seemingly gone once he had pulled himself through the fence. You couldn’t lie, beyond the fence the world seemed different; lawless.

“Cub open the damn door!” He yelled, annoyance clear in his voice, “We’re gonna die out here if you don’t.”

“Oh shut the fuck up, Alpha.” A lazy voice drawled as the metal door swung open to reveal a pretty boy, with dark hair and a cat like glint in his gaze, “Cub’s out, went to salvage what he could from that shitfest to sell to The Raven.”

“Nice to see you too, Feline.” Alpha scoffed, hand tightening ever so slightly on your own but all you could do was be highly amused by the way the boys spoke to one another.

Feline rolled his eyes and opened the door wider for the two of you, “Oh just shut the hell up and get in here so you can stop using that stupid code name.”

Alpha stepped in before you and you went to follow suit, but a hand was slammed harshly into your shoulder. Feline raised his eyebrow at you, lips curling up in a sneer despite Alpha’s displeased sigh. “We don’t just let anyone in here.”

“They saved me from getting myself killed.” Alpha huffed, pushing Feline’s hand off of your shoulder with a tone akin to one in a leadership position. “They’re safe. Now let’s get off the street.”

Feline gave you one more harsh glare before fully removing his hand from you to shut the door, the room encased in darkness save for the few red lights. You had no idea how they could live in this, the complete darkness with only the steps illuminated; but it seemed it wasn’t their right to decide that. Darkness tended to accompany safety.

Alpha kept his hand on yours as he led you down the stairs. There was a faint radio playing from somewhere below, the only sound save for your clamoring footsteps on the cement stairs. Feline had disappeared somewhere into the dark abyss and you weren’t too keen on the idea of letting him out of your sight. The only thing keeping you from not trying to find him was the steady comfort that Alpha gave off, especially as your feet hit the bottom of the stairs; leading you into an open room much lighter than the stairwell you had been in. It was a meeting room of sorts, a large circular table with discarded chairs around it besides one where a boy sat, succumbed to the light of his laptop.

“What are you doing here?” Alpha asked, his footsteps louder than the news audio emitting from the laptop.

“Observing… quite the mess was made out their Ch-” the boy paused as he looked up, his once mellow demeanor replaced with a shocked one, “... Alpha.”

“They’re fine.” Alpha shook his head, running his free hand down his features. “Stopped my dumb ass from making a risky move.”

“Is that enough for them to join The Pack?” The boy at the laptop scoffed before he turned back to the screen, “You made me take like five tests.”

“That’s because you’re our only hacker.” Alpha sighed, pulling out a chair and gesturing you to take a seat which you gladly did so. The weight of the day was finally beginning to weigh down on your shoulders. “You needed to have all the best skills.”

The boy rolled his eyes and shook his head in your direction, “Anything is better than Felix and his computer skills, I suppose.”

“Do i get to know your names now?” You asked, your voice working for the first time since you had arrived, making both males turn their heads towards you. “Or do I still have to call you by those silly codenames?”

“See? What did I tell you Chan, they’re stupid!” Feline huffed as he stalked into the room from the shadows, his arms extended to the male who had taken you along with him. So his name was Chan? You looked over him once, taking in his amused expression once more, before nodding slightly. You liked Chan much better than Alpha.

“They’re safe. There’s a difference.”

“Not when your codename is fucking Feline.” He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest like a child.

The boy at the computer just scoffed at his antics, “Try being Beagle… God who let Jeongin pick the codenames again?”

“I think it’s cute,” you smirked, making sure Feline caught the amusement glinting in your eyes. “Kitty.”

“Even the newbie is taunting me.” He huffed, catching the way his friends lips quirked upwards at your remark. It was a nice thing to see after such a long day.

Chan reached out to touch your arm, bringing your full attention back to him. “What’s your name-”

“Oh what a fucking gentleman you are, Chan. Dragging them off without even knowing their name-”

“Shut it Kitty Cat,” Feline’s expression turned sour and Chan took that time to finally speak, his voice steady. “My name is Bang Chan, I did promise I’d tell you that. Now what’s yours?”

“Y/n.” You said, everything in you telling you not to say a single word but you couldn’t help it. Something about this place, with the dark red lighting and rooms in darkness, something about it felt right. “L/n, Y/n.”

“Well it’s nice to know the name of the person who saved my ass-”

“Because Chan has impulse problems, he sees something? Usually has to do it.” The boy at the laptop said with a grin, “He’s a great leader really just an idiot sometimes.”

“That is Seungmin, also known as Beagle; our hacker and resident smartass.” Chan rolled his eyes and drifted over to where Feline sulked against a pole. “Would you like to introduce yourself or are you going to sulk?”

He rolled his eyes and stood up, “My name is Minho. If you ever call me Kitty again I will shoot you.” With that he was off, gliding down the darkened hallways accompanied by Seungmin’s chuckling and Chan’s tired sigh.

“Minho’s very dramatic you’ll come to find.” Seungmin said as he continued to type away on his keyboard, but this time you noticed the way his laptop was connected to more cords than you had fingers; some of them running all the way up to the ceiling.

“How many of you are there?” You tentatively asked, eyes trailing from the cords on the ceiling to the plethora of chairs that littered around the table. There were seven you could count.

“Technically? Nine.” Chan started, his fingers beginning to absentmindedly bounce against the white wood. “We have two honoraries, they come and go as pleased. We can’t do too much about them though because their supplies are necessary to us. Ones that live here though, we have seven. The rest of them our probably out trying to… find and salvage what they can from the events of the plaza. Minho is the third in command and you know what Seungmin does. You’ll meet the others later.”

“So what are you guys?” You said, brows furrowed as you tried to take it all in, missing the way Chan stared at you curiously. “I get it, you’re some resistance or whatever. A small group of freedom fighters… so what are you and what are you trying to do.”

Chan couldn’t help but stare at you in that moment. No one ever asked what they were trying to do right away; what they were at their core. He could see you hadn’t had much experience with the resistance groups, but that didn’t matter to him. Woojin was their best man and he had started off clueless. Jeongin was innocent to the ways of war and politics and now he knew more than anyone in their crew. With the way your mind worked, the way you could spot things so easily and get to the point; they needed more of that.

“We’re trying to live.” Chan started slowly, capturing both you and Seungmin’s attention. “We’re trying to get the world out of the hands of people who aim to control it and into the hands of those who aim to make it grow… make it a place where we don’t fear one another… and where we live lives not of rebellion but of something more.”

You couldn’t help the small grin that began to take over you lips. You had waited half of your life to hear those words; the promise of something more than being scared to speak, to act, to live. Now it was being handed to you on a silver platter.

“So,” You said leaning back in your seat, looking at both of the boys who stared at you expectantly. “Do I have to get an invitation to join or do I just have to say yes?”

Chan laughed, a sound you wouldn’t have expected from someone you had just sprinted the entirety of the city with, and Seungmin just shook his head though you could see the glimmer of a smile on his lips. These bright boys weren’t who you thought would be apart of the rebels; not with the way they smiled or laughed despite the world around them. It only made you want to fight with them more.

“So, L/n, Y/n.” Chan said after a moment of laughter, eyes trailing up to meet your own in an intense gaze. One only needed for something that was in reality quite serious. “Do you want to join The Pack.”

You cocked your head to the side in thought, though your mind was entirely made up. “You’ll have to show me what you’re all about.”

“That’ll be easy.”

“And do I get a stupid codename, Alpha?”

Chan scoffed over Seungmin’s chuckles, nearly regretting the thought of bringing another sarcastic shit into the family. “Only if Jeongin likes you.”

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A textbook and you

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Reader

Words: 3576

Genre: Highschool au

Synopsis: You didn’t have a biology textbook and needed one, thankfully Yang Jeongin was kind enough to share one for the semester.

You had no idea how you ended up sharing a biology textbook with Yang Jeongin, but yet here you were; scribbling down the functions and structures of cells before you had to give him back the book for his test. The two of you had different class periods, you having biology late in the day and him right after lunch. It helped make the little system you created function a little easier; however, it still didn’t make the situation any less odder. Juggling the textbooks back and forth between the two of you, one of you getting to steal it for one half of the day and the other getting it for the rest.

You knew how all of it came to be. You were too lazy to get up on time to get your textbooks from the school and by the time you had gone to retrieve them; it came out that the school hadn’t ordered enough. Now while you were wholly content to try and pass your class without the textbook, you knew Mr. Park only assigned out of the textbook. Jeongin just happened to be in line in front of you during the whole situation and being the kind boy that he is, insisted that you took the book and he would get the work from one of his friends who already took the class.

The only problem about his noble offer was that you couldn’t accept it and that the pair of you were extremely stubborn. This is how you came to the conclusion that you would share the textbook. This is also how you came to sit in the library, furiously scribbling in your notebook as Jeongin tried to review his sticky notes.

“I don’t think pressing harder on the paper is gonna make you remember the content anymore than regular studying would,” Jeongin chuckled without glancing up from his yellow notes. This was common, the two of huddled over a single textbook; you clamouring to understand the information while Jeongin sat nice and pretty and calm reviewing everything you should’ve had memorized.

“Jeongin,” You huffed, scribbling down the function of enzymes that roamed the esophagus, “Please shut up.”

You could feel him lean against you shoulder and you sucked on your teeth at the proximity. It was common knowledge that Jeongin was good looking, with a great personality and a sweet smile to match. It was also common knowledge to anyone who looked close enough that you had a crush on the young sunshine since the two of you met in middle school. Thankfully, no one had looked at either of you two close yet.

He leaned his head against your shoulder and you stared intently at the scientific words that made no sense, trying to distract yourself from the way his breathy laugh sounded so perfect. “You spelled enzyme wrong.”

It was moments like this though that made you regret your taste in men.

“God let me study in peace Jeongin!” You shouted, earning a distasteful shush from the librarian that put an embarrassed blush on your features. “Mr. Park hates me, I have to know all of this even if it’s spelled wrong.”

“Don’t feel special he hates everyone.” Jeongin laughed as he rearranged his notecards to be in alphabetical order. “And enzyme’s has an e at the end.”

“God dammit Jeongin.” You grumbled as you began to add in the e to the word, knowing he wouldn’t stop mocking you about it till it was fixed. “Doesn’t matter if I spelled it write or not the tests are multiple choice.”

“Beomgyu told me this one is written. Might want to learn to spell,” He said and you groaned, slamming your face against the textbook just as the bell rang. It meant your time with Jeongin, and most importantly the textbook, was over.

“Goodbye to my grades.” You sighed and you felt Jeongin pat you back in an attempt to reassure you.

“You’ll do fine Y/n, you always do.” You looked up only to be greeted by his mesmerising smile, and you couldn’t help but feel like his words were truthful. “Now, can I have the textbook? I need it for class.”

A pout settled on your lips, “Only if you write down all the test answers for me when you give it back during passing.”

“Sure, whatever you say Y/n,” He swiftly pulled the book out from under your arms and cast you a wink before stumbling off to his classroom; leaving you a mix of emotions in the deserted library. The feeling of lovesickness and dread were not a good combo for anyone, especially not you with your weak heart and closed emotions. Another sigh left your lips as you made your way out of the room, trying to remain optimistic about the rest of your day.

The last period of the day seemed to come a lot faster than you could memorize what chemosynthesis was. You had spent the majority of you history class reviewing the scribbly notes you had taken during lunch time, mentally cursing yourself for misspelling nearly every word; though you would never give Jeongin the satisfaction of knowing that.

“I am going to fail~” You sang as you met Jeongin in your normal meeting place, the hallway that was the middle ground between your final classes.

Jeongin just shook his head and smiled, holding out the book for you to take in your arms. “It’s not that hard Y/n.”

“Easy for you to say, Mr. I’m a genius.”

“I’m not a genius,” He laughed, running his hand through his hair suddenly seeming anxious. “Anyways, I have something to ask you which you kinda have to say yes to?”

You raised an eyebrow at his odd remark and demeanor, “Then why are you even asking me?”

“Fair point,” He nodded and ran his hand up to clutch onto his backpack strap, “Well I uh signed us up to be partners for this biology project Mr. Park is gonna assign at the end of class. We have to make a model of a cell- i think i picked plant- and uh I figured you’d be okay with it. I mean- we already spend so much time together over this class i just uh… guessed you’d be cool if we just paired up for it. I’ll have to see you after school anyways to get back the textbook.”

His proposal had you with a nervous smile on your face, having never expected such a statement. Usually when Jeongin asked you something, it was to buy him food or to slide him the answers for the math exam that he had next period. You didn’t really think he would ever want to partner with you, for anything other than this stupid textbook deal.

“Yeah,” You squeaked out, Jeongin barely able to catch your words. “That-That sounds good… we can work on it at my house if you want?”

“Today? I can do today after school- if that’s okay of course-” the warning bell rang in the midst of Jeongin’s words and you both looked at each other with wide eyes.

“I can do today,” You said quickly, watching as Jeongin nodded and began to speedily backpedal in the direction of his classroom.

“Sounds good!” He called through the sea of late students who were beginning to swarm the hallway, “Text me- oh and good luck!”

His words made you smile as you shook your head, beginning to squirm through the hallway’s traffic to your dreaded last class. At least now you had something to look forward to at the end of the day. And the sticky note that read nearly all the answers are A with a smiley face only added to your sudden happy mood.

The test was just as difficult as you had expected, but Jeongin’s words of wisdom had you feeling better about your outcome. It made the decisions on answers easier to make and you remember to spell enzyme correctly when faced with written answers. Your optimistic mood only grew as you reached the porch of your house, textbook in hand and a nervous smile on your face.

“Grandma i’m home!” You called as you walked in, dropping off your things in their respective places as you made your way towards your room.

“How was school love?” You grandma’s soft voice fluttered out from her room and you peaked your head in to find her bent over book.

“It was good, Grandma.” You said and that nervous smile came back onto your face as you remembered who would be here in less than an hour, “And uh Grandma, I have a friend coming over today so please? Try not to scare them of to quickly?”

It was then she finally looked up from her book, eyes withered with age alighting with interest. “You don’t ask that when just any of your friends come around. Why is this one special? Oh! Is it that Jeongin boy you keep gushing about- you know i’ve still yet to meet him and all you do is talk about-”

You sighed in distress, realizing that you should never tell your grandmother anything, and nodded your head. “Please don’t say anything! He’s only coming over for a project! A project, grandma! Nothing else! Nothing! No weird talk and certainly don’t repeat anything I have said about him to you-”

“Not even how you think his eyes hold the whole galaxy-”

“Anything!” You could hear her mischievous laughter as you continued down the hall to your room, the panic beginning to fill you. Yang Jeongin was coming over soon, your room was incredibly messy, your Grandma was planning something and you had less than thirty minutes to make you and your house presentable. The panicked shriek you let out was loud enough for your grandmother to laugh at as you began your frantic attempt to clean up.

A soft knocking half an hour later brought you out of your cleaning daze. You had managed to get all the clothes off the floor, the books back on your shelf and your bed made, as well as changing out of your uniform, when the noises rang out through the house.

“Y/n! Your boyfriend is here!” You grandmother helpfully called as you sprinted down the hall.

“Grandma! This goes against what we talked about!” You called back as you frantically tried to smooth out your shirt and force the redness away from your face before you opened the door. When you opened the door you were faced with a different Jeongin than you were used to. Instead of the pristine yellow uniform that usually adorned both of you, he was in black track pants, a black fitted T-shirt and his hair was pushed back underneath a beanie. To say your face got redder at the look was an understatement. “Hey Jeongin.”

“H-Hi Y/n.” He smiled as he stepped into your home, slipping off his shoes and sliding his backpack off of his shoulder. “Nice house.”

“Uh thanks,” You scratched the back of your neck awkwardly as you began to take slow steps in the direction of your room. “We can work on the project in my room if that's cool- or we could do it out here! Just uh my grandmother’s home so I don’t know if you want-”

“I’m good with anything, I just don’t want to intrude.” He chuckled as he followed you down the hallway. You were quick to notice your grandmother's door was wide open and mentally groaned, knowing that perhaps you should have just left it a mystery about who was coming over. Thankfully, she didn’t make an appearance as you snuck into your bedroom leaving the door open only a fraction so she wouldn’t get suspicious.

Jeongin stood in the center of your room taking in all the pictures and colors that adorned it, before turning back to you with a small smile. “Is it just you and your grandmother or?”

“My mom and dad are away a lot,” You shrugged, gesturing to the room for him to sit wherever while you grabbed supplies. “I live here cause it's easier and better school district.”

“So how do you want to do this?” Jeongin questioned, as you laid on a notebook on the bed and took a seat next to him watching as he laid back against the headboard.

“I barely even know what you signed us up to do,” You shook your head with a smile as you flipped your notebook to a blank page.

“Then why did you say yes so easily?” The teasing tone was evident in his voice but it still made you fight blush rising to your cheeks. Jeongin chuckled at your lack of response and dug around in his backpack, pulling out a ruffled piece of paper. “We’re making a plant cell model. It’s gotta have everything, cell walls, chloroplast, nucleus-”

“Has to be green.” You added helpfully as you jotted down all the requirements onto your paper, earning a laugh from Jeongin.

“Yes,” he chuckled, setting the paper next to you. “Most importantly, it has to be green.”

“We could do it red if we’re feeling creative,” You said, doodling away as you tried to think of a good model for this project.

“I was honestly feeling pink. Maybe even a blood orange-”

“Oh my God, shut up,” You laughed, sliding the paper over for him to be able to add in his own ideas. “We can make something blood orange on the model if you really want-”

“You know maybe a champagne pink would look better instead?” You couldn’t help your laughter at his words, “Okay, what about amethyst? A fuschia if you will?” You slapped him on the shoulder, trying to get him to stop as giggles flowed out from your lungs, “Fine, we'll go with cerise.”

“Just do some work,” You smiled up at him, quick to notice the stars that danced in his eyes making him seem all the more lively. You weren’t lying when you told your grandmother that fact.

Jeongin still filled the time of your peaceful working with color jokes, plant jokes and many things that were able to get you to snicker despite your determined mood. The air surrounding you two was light and easygoing, letting you both chatter about nothing as you sketched out cerise nuclei and periwinkle ribosomes; Jeongin cutting away and organizing as you did so. It was nice, even if words weren’t as prominent as you thought they would be; because they weren’t needed as you cut, colored and organized in silence.

“I don’t think we’re going to finish all of this today,” You huffed, stretching your fingers that had begun to ache from their constant sketching.

Jeongin nodded as he held up a handful of mitochondria, letting them fall from his hands in a flutter. “We’ll just have to meet up again to finish all of this.”

You blushed against your will but still managed to scoff, “You want to see me that badly?”

Jeongin gapped at your response and would have nearly embarrassed himself with a response if it wasn’t for your grandmother barging into the room at that very moment. The look she gave you upon seeing Jeongin had your ears turning red and a panic coursing through your veins.

“Well, hello there,” She smiled sweetly to which Jeongin responded with his own smile, but you knew she was only here to embarass you. “You must be the Jeongin Y/n talks so much about!”

And there it was. You internally screamed as Jeongin’s smile grew a little lopsided and his eyebrow raised in interest. “Oh? Y/n talks about me?”

“You and your pretty dimples and voice. Your jokes and laugh make the conversation a lot too.” She grinned and threw you a wink, which you barely made out through your embarrassment. “I came in just to check in on you two, and meet you very good looking friend.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, ma’am.” Jeongin said, through rather tightly as you watched his features dance with too many emotions. Oh God, he had definitely put together you grandmother words and hints.

“Grandma, can you please leave?” You said with a forced smile, watching as she grinned but nodded; slyness glinting in her eyes.

“Just yell if you need me, I’ll be knitting in the living room.” Again, she winked with the words you’re welcome lingering on her lips as she shut the door; leaving the once content room in an air of awkwardness.

The silence passing between you two was thick. Jeonin didn’t so much as look up as he went back to busying his hands with cutting out shapes. You couldn’t blame him, you tried to avoid all eye contact as you furiously scribbled away at what was supposed to be Chloroplasts. You couldn’t believe she had just walked in here and done that; telling him you thought his dimples were cute! She even told him you thought his voice was nice! Why would she do that!? You mentally screamed, feeling like your once positive day had been entirely ruined by the elderly meddling in it; enough so that angry tears began to swarm in your eyes.

“Did… do you really think my dimples are cute?” Jeongin muttered after several moments of silence, jolting your body back into being rigid with nerves.

“I uh…” You trailed off, not picking up your gaze from your sloppy drawings, “I…. I might have mentioned it once.”

“And my voice?”

You sighed before speaking, curling up against the headboard facing your head away from his, not having the courage to even look at him. You didn’t want to see the rejection. “I might’ve.”

“Was that the only things you complimented about me? Or was there something else you wanted to say besides my dimples and voice?” His voice was soft, still holding that teasing undertone, as he reached over and gently placed his hand over yours. There were those stupid jolts that festered under your skin; the ones that were there when he smiled at you or did something relatively kind. You didn’t understand why he was trying to coax more compliments out of you at the moment.

“I’m sorry for my grandmother, I really am. I didn’t know she was gonna say all that stuff and make a mess of the whole day. I know it’s super awkward now I totally get it if you want to just leave- God I kinda want to and this is my own house- but uh just don’t think any differently of me or just please don’t-” You were cut off by the back of your hand being met with feather soft lips.

“You really think I’m going to shun you for something like this…. Especially when… when I feel the same to you.” His voice was quiet, lower than a whisper, but it was enough for you too snap your head around and meet his star filled eyes. You had never seen them look so sincere, or vulnerable. It was silent as you both stared at each other, not even your breaths made a noise as you stayed frozen, watching how Jeongin still held your hand tightly in his and how his breath fanned against your skin. “Please tell me I didn’t read this entire situation wrong and made a fool out of myself.”

“You didn’t.” You breathed out, forcing yourself to hold onto his hand a little tighter despite your shock. “I just…. Wasn’t expecting that.”

“Trust me, neither was I.” His dimple appeared as he laughed, the nervousness from the previous moments flowing out of him. “I never thought a grandmother’s meddling would make me confess of all things. I figured it would’ve been Seungmin’s annoyance.”

“It’s not what I pictured either.” You chuckled, looking back up to the eyes that you loved to stare at, the moments prior finally hitting you. Those eyes liked you back.

Jeongin tugged gently on your hand, the smile on his face never seeming to go away, “I-I don't think you want to spend our first day together working on a school project, do you?”

“Together?” The words leaving your lips lit up your body with an undescribed feeling. You? Together with Yang Jeongin? It was unbelievable.

“Yeah… together.” He laughed quietly, playing with your fingers that were still wrapped around his own.

A smile finally rested upon your lips as you felt him fiddle with your index, running a light finger over your knuckle. “You never officially asked me out.”

He shook his head and looked up at you, pure elation written on his features. “Would you, Y/n, L/n, please be mine? Please?”

“Will you give me the answers to the next bio test?” You laughed, gripping his hand tightly in your own, loving the way it felt to finally hold his hand.

“Already planning on it, love.” The grin on his face at the words show you how truthful he was, and your red face told him you loved the new nickname. He pulled your hand back up to his lips, pressing another one of his feather soft kisses against your skin before whispering against it, “Now how about some ice cream to celebrate?”

Maybe, after all, your grandmother knew what she was doing with the two of you.

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[12:56 am]

“Do you think werewolves like ice cream?” Was the question that was whispered against your neck, waking you up from your slumber with a dazed mind.

“What?” You mumbled, eyes hazy as you tried to close them again; wanting nothing more than to fall asleep.

“I said,” Mingi started again, his voice louder than it had been moments ago. “Do you think werewolves like ice cream?”

You frowned and looked over your shoulder incredulously, taking note of Mingi’s serious face with a small scoff, “Why are you wondering that at midnight?”

“Because no one knows it.” He said, his eyes taking a far off looking as he thought of the possibilities. “No one knows if they prefer mint chocolate? What if they like strawberry? What if-”

You placed a finger against his lips as you flipped over in his arms to face him, a tired look casting over your features. “What if you finally went to sleep?”

Mingi rolled his eyes but nodded and it brought you comfort to take your finger off of his lips and press your hand against his chest. You loved falling asleep in Mingi’s arms, yet his midnight thoughts often made an appearance in your nights together. It was only a few minutes of silence when he spoke up again, breathing against your ear as you finally began to drift off to the sound of his heart beat.

“Do you think they’re scared of Moon Pies-”

“Go to sleep!”

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fire force is such a good anime but where tf is the fandom?

#LITERALLY WHERE YALL AT

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Hey, are you doing a tag list for Jungle City? Cause if so, can I get on that??? (ily btw)

I actually don’t know what a tag list is 😂 could you explain it for me? Because then I’ll do it!

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Chapter 1: Into The Jungle

Intro|Jungle City| Chapter 2

The rallies were just as you remembered them being as a child. The people were cheering but their was no light in their eyes, no happiness in their smiles. It was fear, even as money was thrown in the air and banners of the city were paraded behind the cars of the elite. The laws forced them to be here to observe their leader and his committee; watch and listen to them talk and gloat and then forced to grovel at their feet. It was depressing, but yet, it was life in the jungle.

You blended in nicely with the crowd, dressed in the clothes of the city; the dull black, grey and red, and your face the image of fake elation. While many feared being caught by the drones in the sky or the police on the ground; you had no fear, none even began to rise as you found a spot in the center of the crowd. It was easy to pinpoint the ones who saw this as an exercise of their free will, the ones who didn’t think the letter addressed to their housing meant anything more than invitation. They were dressed in their finest clothes; jewels dripping from their necks and pure smiles on their caked faces. They were the ones who wanted the mayors attention; one of the most dangerous things to acquire.

Besides the few who grinned with happy emotions, the rest were the image of melancholy. Their faces blank for their own safety and their clothing the colors of the flag; one of the main requirements of the letters sent out, even if the higher ups themselves disregarded that rule for the richest of animal fur. They took the stage with a fever, counterfeit money flying from their hands like confetti with the people in the front row diving for it. Once they had taken their spots it was hard not to scoff; the rich standing before the poor, acting as though showing off their wealth and power would save the problems of those below them.

“Greetings citizens of the lustrous Jungle City!” The youngest of the mayors crew, a man by the name of Jun. It was all that the people were required to address him by. “We are honored by how many of you are present today!” You couldn’t keep in your scoff at the statement, earning a few horrified looks from the civilians around you. All besides one, dressed in all black a few feet to your left; who looked at you in mild amusement. You never got that kind of response with your anti-government antics. “We thank you for your undying loyalty to your council members- and of course- without further ado, I present our glorious Mayor Seo!”

The crowd erupted into wild cheers and you took the time to look to the amused stranger on your left. He was defined to say the least; with a chin that looked like it was chiseled and eyebrows that perfectly framed his features. Even underneath his black cap you could make out strands of unruly blonde hair, and the way his dark eyes held something unreadable as they stayed trained on the tyrannical mayor. There was a personal vendetta between them, you could tell by the way his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides despite all the joyous cries.

You couldn’t help but shuffle in besides him, nudging him just enough to get his hand to stop clenching; noticing the way the guard at the podium was beginning to stare a little too long in his direction. There was nothing you could do once the guard noticed your altered disposition. “Stop staring,” You mumbled, voice just barely audible as you turned to give the mayor your full attention; eyes trained on the guard who had began to walk away. “You’re going to get shot.”

You didn’t need to look at him to see the smirk that graced his lips, “Why do you care.”

“Death does nothing.” You hissed out, careful not to let the lingering ears hear you, “Don’t die for something stupid.”

“You shouldn’t be talking to me,” his voice dropped by several levels as the Mayor finished with his waving and boasting. With the way he smiled at the crowd, you knew something was going to happen.

You shrugged and began to take in account of the lack of guards, “You laughed at me.”

“My lovely citizens!” His voice was like ice, quieting the crowd in an instant. “Your dedication to this city is unwavering and your support for your leaders is like none other. The people of Jungle City have so much to be proud of!” The people clapped but you couldn’t bring yourself to, not with the way he spoke and smiled at select few. “Such as your ability to let your officials know when things are amiss-” their was muffled cries from behind the stage and it was enough for dread to begin to flood your veins. The letter did say that this was going to be one of the biggest announcements of the month. “-such as the little rebellions that have been happening around the cities. I must thank Miss Song for such a tip,” The women draped in rubies smiled and bowed; her conscious entirely clear as guards marched a wiggling masked man up the stairs and forced him to his knees on the center of the stage. If the crowd had been quiet before; now they had been turned into ghosts.

“We have found our traitor of the seventh district!” Mayor Seo spread his arms as though he was reciting poetry. “The man who murdered Senator Choi, who bombed The Forest and who made an attempt on my life today-” the crowd erupted into startled gasps but both you and the man besides you sucked in an unsteady breath as all the television screens that were plastered across the city flared to life. Today was a public execution; and one of a rebel, the entire city would be seeing this. The large, forced attendance made sense now. “-the man who we know as Mamba. I give you the traitor-” Mayor Seo ripped off the face mask with one hand in a flourish, revealing the badly bruised and beaten man underneath, “Im Jaebum.”

The man besides you let out a quiet growl as the traitors face was revealed and if not for the booing and screaming from the crowd, he would have been taken onto that stage as well. You reached out without taking your eyes off the prisoner, who’s eyes were tired but full of fire, and wrapped your hand around the stranger clenched fist. You didn’t know why you were being so conscious of him. Maybe because you understood his feelings.

“You’re going to be put up there with him. Stop it.” You hissed under your breath, squeezing his hand a little tighter as you took note of the drones broadcasting, one set up every ten feet. Mayor Seo wanted everyone to see what happened to traitors, and to expose any that would make an attempt to save Jaebum.

The man beside you eventually unclenched his fist but he held onto your hand even tighter as the Mayor prodded the side of Jaebum’s bruised face with his cane. You could see they had done a number to him: his skin was black and blue, his gray shirt was caked in dirt and blood and you could see the aftermath of a knife littered across his ghostly pale skin. They had certainly had him a lot longer than just this morning.

“How did they get him,” The man mumbled under his breath and you couldn’t help but become enthralled. Perhaps he was just one of the many civilians who was immersed in the doings of the rebels of the city; however, with the way he acted and dressed and talked, he had to be apart of it all.

“Now, we all know what happens to traitors,” Mayor Seo grinned as all the bystanders became deathly still, especially as the guard holding Jaebum began to hand over the silver pistol carved with a lion; the only weapon Seo used during his executions. “Traitors are ended for they have no position in our jungle.” Mayor Seo cocked the gun and raised it at Jaebum, who stared at the barrell with pure rage as the wielder grinned down at him.

“Any last words, traitor?”

Jaebum just smiled, tightly, and leaned his forehead against the barrel; never once taking his eyes off of the mayors. “I’ll see you in hell, Seo Hajun.”

If the reveal of the Mayor’s real name was not enough of a shocker, the diving of the guard holding Jaebum was as the sound of a gunshot went off. Panic began to fill the area as the official guard did not rise the mayor was barely able to stagger to his feet from the push, the sound of Jaebum’s wild laughter the only soundtrack. It didn’t take long for anyone to realize this was an ambush. People began to scream in fear, even louder as guards began to push through the crowd taking whoever they deemed suspicious as more and more gunshots went off. You would have stayed to watch the chaos, would have watched the aftermath of Mayor Seo rising to his feet with gun pointed towards the wild rebel, if not for the tugging on your wrist.

“We have to go,” You hadn’t heard his voice in full yet, the roughness to it coming out in a frenzy as his eyes scanned every corner of the plaza. “We have to get out of here.”

You moved with him as his feet began to move before you even got to answer, “Why are you taking me with you!?” You had to yell now, gunshots were everywhere, people were crying louder than you could scream and the smoke in the air wasn’t helping.

“You’re like me.” It was a simple phrase, only three words, yet you had never felt so invigorated.

The two of you ran, dodging bleeding pedestrians and turning sharply whenever a guard came into your sight. You couldn’t help but keep your eyes on the jewels that littered the grounds, the fires in the rubies seeming all too alive in the chaos. This was how you always saw the rallies ending; lives for lives, chaos vs chaos, a fire vs a fire. Even the once pristine, shining diamonds that littered the bourgeois’s necks now seemed to have been dirtied and dampered.

The boy pulled you into a side street, barely large enough for you too follow behind him, as a way to escape the immediate danger that was the open streets. He had slowed his once frantic pace to a steady crouch, leaving both of you with your backs against the wall with only the sounds of screaming, guns and the hum of drones.

Slowly, the boy let go of your hand and creeped forward towards the exit of the alleyway. The street had less commotion than the previous one, with only few civilians sprinting down the road. Yet the guard lingering at the end of the opening provided the biggest dilemma; but the boy in all black had got you this far, you trusted him enough to get you past them as well.

He creeped up slowly, soles barely making a sound on the uneven ground as though he had done this a hundred times before, until he was nearly behind the guard who was too preoccupied with his headset. With the skill of only someone who had practiced, the boy threw his arms around the guards neck, kicking his legs in and dragging him back into the alley before anyone on the street could see. It was a chilling sight; watching him do something so harmful with ease, especially as the guard choked and sputtered trying to get his hands on his gun or back on his ear piece. It wasn’t until the guard went entirely limp in the boy’s arms did he let go, breathing heavy and a look of melancholy in his eyes as he picked up the large black rifle from the guards lifeless hands. He slung the strap over his shoulder, looking up at you for a few seconds before looking back down his gaze almost embarrassed. “We need to move.”

“Yeah, sure… whatever you say.” You mumbled eyes still glued to the guard who was laid on his stomach, helmet pointed towards the brick wall.

“Alpha.”

The words made you crease your brows as you stepped over the limp body, “Alpha?”

“My name.” He said stretching out his hand for you to take once again, as he peered around the corner.

“God that’s what your parents named you?”

A bubble of laughter escaped his throat and you never imagined hearing anything of the sort, never thinking something so melodic would come out of the boy. “Code name. I’ll tell you my real name when we get somewhere safe.”

You nodded along, taking in the way his lips were curved slightly as you placed your hand in his, already feeling familiar with the way his fingers curled with yours. “Then lead the way, Alpha.”

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