Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/12058785. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS Relationship: Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga Character: Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim Seokjin_|_Jin, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Jeon_Jungkook, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope Additional Tags: The_Purge, Alternate_Universe, Gay, Crossdressing, Crossdressing_Min Yoongi_|_Suga, Seduction, Paris_(City), Survival, School, Killing, Alternate_Universe_-_Future, Underage_Sex, Underage_Drinking, Consensual Underage_Sex, Gay_Sex, Kinks, Stabbing, School_Shootings, Training, New World, Blood_and_Violence, Blood_Kink, Corpses, Hacking, Weapons, Other Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, Tags_Are_Hard, Tags_Contain_Spoilers, Assassination, Torture, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Underage_Kissing, Underage Drug_Use, Drugs, Bottom_Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Top_Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, mentioned_GOT7_-_Freeform, Murder, Cussing, Attempted_Rape/Non-Con, Eventual_Smut, Public_Sex, Public_Blow_Jobs, Day_of_the_Dead, I_Don't Even_Know, Sub_Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Dom/sub, Dom_Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster Stats: Published: 2017-09-11 Updated: 2017-10-20 Chapters: 5/? Words: 6257 ****** The art of Purge ****** by haukeakelii Summary Seoul Private School of Purge (S.P.S.P) was built in 2082 by Kim Heechul, who passed the educational facility to his son, Kim Taemin in 4320. S.P.S.P is a place to focus, solidify and add quality to students' Purge skills. Our teachers, trainers and administration are committed to helping each individual student to become the best he or she is capable of becoming while the Purge Kill Count Board keeps the students motivated and active during the annual event. The school buildings themselves help the student population by offering large classrooms, advanced laboratories, equipped training rooms and a vast variety of weapons. Our school has a very diverse student population and allows students multiple opportunities to participate in extra classes such as Weapon Craft, Hacking, Languages and Torture. We hope that our school can help your children improve and will continue helping rebuild our world even after graduating, when everyone will receive a certificate and be offered a job as a teacher or trainer into our welcoming staff. For further information, please check our contact page and get in touch with one of our secretaries. May God be with you all. Notes See the end of the work for notes ***** ''I dress to kill, but tastefully'' - Freddie Mercury ***** With shoulder length black hair and a pretty little white dress accompanied by a pair of white ankle high sandals, a pretty face to match the petite body and an odd name to go by, Yoongi roams the streets of Paris.   The siren is still loud and clear, though everyone knows by now that it is broken and will probably only stop once it runs out of batteries. It's not like people want to stop it anyway, the long-wailing high pitched scream of the siren allows them to move freely, without a care of being heard by the prey. Yoongi is just the same. He loves the broken siren of Paris and he is grateful his school sent him here for yet another year. Three years in a row now, feels like a gift.   As he walks, Yoongi does nothing more than, admire the streets. Once colorful and lively, they are now illuminated by random pieces of furniture or corpses set on fire, blood painting the walls and ground; in places words of disgust are written in either French or English, but their meanings are ignored as Yoongi concentrates on the beautiful writing only. The shops are all closed, metal covers and metal gates protecting the glass doors and windows behind them. There is a pack of dogs watching guardedly as well as taking big chunks of meat from the dead bodies lying around.   To Yoongi this is divinely. To him, this is the process of creation. To rebuild you have to destroy. This is art for him and everyone attending their school, they help demolish and rebuild, they are part of a more than necessary development. All the students are willing to help, to sacrifice themselves for the sake of a better world. So Yoongi is delighted. Every year he looks forward to this day, to the moment of truth. He can't wait to be given the list, can't wait to get his team together and show the whole school that they deserve to be on top of the Purge Kill Count Board. The Bangtan Boys are worthy of praise and rewards. And Yoongi will be the last member to add to the count of the first round.   "Stop right there!" The voice is strident and is accompanied by the sound of the safety trigger being pulled. "What is your number?"   "My number?" The tone is fake, just as the confusion shown in his facial expression. "I don't have a number." His pronunciation is far from good, but it's comprehensible and spoken with confidence. The student doesn't care much about being understood anyway.   "Turn around, show us your nape." The order is slowly obeyed in an artificial hesitant manner. "Guns down, she's clear."   Oh how much Yoongi loves the numbers. Letting people know you have a bad intention. Allowing everyone to know that at least once you thought of harming someone, that at least once you killed or that you're already set on a target. And of course that Yoongi has the number, but since the official spot is the back of the neck, he and his teammates go against the Purge law. While the younger of the team has an easy to spot tattoo, the numbers decorating his back and going down along his spine line, Yoongi's is subtle. Very much so; hidden behind hundreds of hair strands.   "Should we just let her go?"   "Why are you out here?"   "My boyfriend and I had a fight. Now he wouldn't let me in and I have nowhere to go."   Their intentions become clear as soon as they look at each with lips arched into smirks. Even over the siren, Yoongi hears them whispering. He can practically hear their thoughts before they even have them.   "He obviously doesn't treat you right, baby girl. How about letting us take care of you?"   "I- I don't know about that."   "Hey, it's fine. We have a car not that far from here. We go there, we have a little fun and then we will bring you to our home." Three men against such a tiny person seems fair. The size of their bodies and guns don't allow Yoongi to say no, at least not the Yoongi he is pretending to be. He can't do more than walk along when one of them gets closer and wraps an arm around his shoulders, urging him to 'join' them.   The SUV is not the cleanest of cars, Yoongi takes notice. It's bottom part is full of mud and dust, the front is full of silly stickers and the inside's leather seats are torn apart.   "We can't have your little dress get dirty but since doing it in the car is too risky, hop on the hood." Is letting out a sigh going to blow my cover away? I have been on the field for 20 minutes and all I seem to do is obey like a slave. He has to though, if he wants to add to the kill count and win the prize.   He allows the man to hold his hand in order to help him, he allows him to spread his legs and get in between. But once the other two turn their backs at the scene, guarding as they wait for the turns, the fun is over.   The man's mouth is covered, Yoongi's legs wrap around his waist tightly so that now he can't move at all and before the man could even think of using his hand, Yoongi reaches down to his thigh, pulls out of the twin daggers and stabs the man in the heart. Not wanting to get dirty, the student quickly pulls the dagger out of the man's chest and gets out of the way. The sound of the corpse hitting the hood of the car and then the ground is not heard thanks to the siren.   He is still careful. Slowly fishing out the other dagger and silently approaching the other two.   They suddenly turn around, with the intention of telling their partner in crime that someone is walking towards them. Yoongi takes the chance of plugging his daggers into their for heads, using just enough force to make it past the skull but not to damage the brain. The shock gets them unconscious, falling into the ground and giving Yoongi free way of taking back his daggers and stabbing them to death.   Unlike them, he knows the person. Actually, he knows the guy is waiting patiently for him to finish.   "Good job babe."   "Ha... Thank you." He blows away the stray strands that made it onto his face and gladly accepts the wet wipes to clean his soiled hands and weapons. "Why are you here though?"   "The first round is over in a few seconds. Unless you stab me you don't have time to make another kill."   "Always willing to help, my Namjoon is such a good leader. But this aside, where's our next stop?"   "Taehyung found out that around 200 cult members will be under the tower. They're supposed to be there around the time our second round begins so we have time to make it count."   "Always make it count."   "Exactly." They are smiling at each other while leaning in to share a sweet kiss. For a second they ignore the chaos and focus on each other. "Let's go before Tae-tae gets impatient and kills someone." So they leave hand in hand. But not before snapping a picture of the three bodies.   Rule_#98_:_Have_visual_proof_of_all_your_kills. ***** ''Chaos ensues and the blood gets spilled.'' - ChilledChaos, Murder ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes An all black outfit and a black T93 sniper rifle in hand, an expensive watch and an even more expensive pair of glasses. If it wasn't for the gun no one would think he's out to kill. But that is his talent after all, blending in but standing out at the same time. People don't know what to make of him, they can't keep up with his quick mind and even they get a chance, he knows immediately, therefore changing his mind in the last minute.   He loves traps like those, when he's the only one aware of what is happening or what will happen. If you see his knife, be sure that is not the weapon that will get you killed. But he will let you believe that until he pulls out a gun and shoots you right in the middle of your forehead. That's why he let himself be captured.   He is kneeling on the forest ground with a girl tied up right next to him. The man that 'kidnapped' them is mentally disabled, Taehyung can tell easily. He moves around too much, he talks to the trees and his eyes are wide open, almost making him look as if he's afraid.   "No, no, no!" The girl is being stupid, in Taehyung's opinion. Why try to run away? You only get yourself killed faster. And it's only the second round too, did she even make any kills? Did she even come out to kill? Or is she just acting as Purge nurse? The student can't bring himself to over think or care, the man has already plugged his kitchen knife into each of her ankles so she's not going anywhere anytime soon. "Don't try to run away, that's not how it works!" He simply brings her back next to Taehyung. She didn't make it too far anyway, probably only 2 meters away from where she was previously sat. "You can't run away, that's rude."   "Very rude." Taehyung agrees and instantly, the reaction he gets is his ticket out. "Why don't you let her be and play with me instead? I promise I'm good boy."   The lunatic doesn't hesitate. Jeans are ripped away, shirt is cut open and the boy is laying on his back with the man between his legs, working his own pants open. He is so into it, so busy pounding into Taehyung and marking him that he doesn't notice another man, shorter in size, taking the girl away. He only realizes after his orgasm and slaps Taehyung 'for distracting him'. But as soon as he is gone, walking around to try and find the girl, Taehyung is also taken away by the same man.   "I expect you two to be quiet." He let's known. There is only a matter of time until the lunatic finds the cabin and barges in. And this heavily tattooed man wastes no time at all. He unties Taehyung for a few minutes, only so he could change into a new set of clothes. The idiot doesn't even look at him, instead he tends to the girl, letting her know that she will be used as a human shield but that she wouldn't be killed.   So he's not after us. Just uses us a bait for that maniac.   Taehyung is tied up again and sat in a corner and that's when the door downstairs is bashed down. The footsteps are hurried but hesitant, the man and the girl now stand in front of the door, waiting. They are both shaking, one out of fear and the other out of rage. Taehyung on the other hand is doing his thing as quietly and as unsuspiciously as possible. He doesn't care about the look he's given by the lunatic, and he doesn't care about their conversation either, but as soon as he's done cutting the rope around his wrist, he rushes over to the man, takes his hand and runs down the stairs with him before escaping into the forest.   Rule #10 : Make friends...   He knows very well the other man is off after them and it would make things harder if the lunatic sees Taehyung kill. He stops in his tracks and pushes the man away, telling him to wait for him at the cliff. It doesn't take a lot of convincing, he leaves right after Taehyung promises they will fuck again.   "Fucking pedophile." The 17 years old student climbs the closest of trees and awaits until his target is under his branch. The man still has his own knife, now twirling it in between his fingers. He looks around, sniffs the air and finally, looks up. It takes him a moment to register Taehyung jumping at him, knife pointed at his head. Unfortunately for him, he is too slow and passes away before he could even make contact with the ground. "Oh shit." Taehyung plugged it too deep and worries for a moment that he wouldn't be able to take it out but realizes the man's knife is bigger than his own so he leaves his knife into the man's brain and takes his.    On the cliff, he's awaited by the lunatic. Seductively, he walk over to the man and wraps his arms around his neck. He allows the man to kiss him one more time before pulling the knife out of the left sleeve and stabs the back of the head. The knife is inserted from the bottom but Taehyung pushes it upwards for a better kill.   ...and then dispose of them once they become useless.   The bodies are left in their original spots, pictures already taken and put into the system.   "Now. Where is that slut?" Chapter End Notes Kudos and comments are very much appreciated <3 ***** ''Playing with fire is bad for those who burn themselves. For the rest of us, it is a very great pleasure.'' - Anonymous ***** Chapter Summary I have a little something for you at the very end of the chapter ^.^ Please check it out because it took me a while to put it together and more than that, I wanted to show you guys how enrollment and initiation work. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes Jimin is a special child.   Jimin is a pyromaniac, has been one ever since he was 10 and his mother first allowed him to use the stove. Though she was still quietly observing from behind, little Jimin couldn't help but fall in love with the burning gas. The bottom of the flame was slightly orange while the top was a nice, calming blue. Jimin is grateful his parents love everything vintage and that they decided an old stove would look better in their rustic designed kitchen. The boy remembers begging his parents to let him get the stove or oven going for them, sometimes, after adding a fire place to their living room, they would let him get the fire started and even add some wood all by himself.   Now Jimin wasn't and isn't stupid, knowing how dangerous fire is he always make sure to be on the giving end. The one fueling is always him, always will be.   Tonight is no different.   The sacred night of Purge already passed and now is time for Halloween. This holiday is the only one left, no one celebrating things like Christmas or Easter anymore. It is a day once an year when everyone goes all out to scare people, never going treat-or-treating anymore but there are plenty of contests to choose from and possibly walk home with a big prize. For the students of the S.P.S.P this is the initiation day. One does not simply enroll in S.P.S.P, one has to prove they are worth the time of all the teachers and trainers. And Jimin is just about to prove he's worth the world.   Dressed in all black, hair dyed a soft yellow and curled slightly, a pair of black ankle boots to match the weather and a sugar skull drawn on his face. That is how he's making his way in one of the most popular clubs in New York. He arrived here early in the morning, the school providing his travel and accommodation expenses, which he would have to pay back for in case he fails to prove himself.    The school doesn't exactly care how he is going to do it, but he needs to kill 400 people or more until dawn. They don't care if he has a weapon or not. They don't care if he's going to become the prey while hunting but that is entirely all on Jimin. Fortunately, the pyromaniac has some good friends that are already enrolled in S.P.S.P and that are going to watch him from above, giving advice when needed or simply encouraging or calming him done with small chats.   "Are you sure you only need a lighter? I could pull a bomb together for you if you have 10 minutes to waste."   "I am positive." He takes a moment to think and decides he does want a bomb, just not for tonight. "Can you still make one for me though?" The chuckle he receives is translated as an agreement so he hangs up. He can barely hear himself anyway.   The club is packed tonight, very much so. Since is Halloween and a band is performing, the entrance is free of charge and instead of 100 persons, the club's limit any other night, around 500 hundred are squished together in the small space. The windows are all closed and covered, as the party started early when the sun was still up and getting inside.   Before entering himself, Jimin goes around the building to look around. Sure enough, there is an emergency door that he needs to block. After all, how could he assure his win if those innocent people have a way of getting out? There isn't much he could block it with, perhaps try to lock it?   "Hey, Kookie, how do I pin lock a door?" He listens carefully to the younger boy, twisting the hair pin around until a small click is heard. He throws the pin away and checks the door. "Bingo."   Once inside Jimin can barely breath. Everyone is singing together with the band, bouncing to the beat and taking pictures or even recording. It takes him a good 5 minutes to walk through the sea of people. Luckily he is small so people don't have to move out of the way too much in order to allow him to pass through. The stage has wooden pillar on the side, along with classic red curtains that have been tied around them. This gives Jimin the best opportunity to start the real party. He doesn't stick around for too long, as soon as he set one curtain on fire he moves on to the other side of the stage, repeating the action. People around him are amazed by the blazing fire, thinking it is part of the show and like that, Jimin can make his way out without trouble. There are no guards outside, giving him the perfect chance of pin locking the main door as well.   "Sorry, we reached the limit, there is literally no more space inside the club." He lies to a group that approaches the building. They nod knowingly, don't even try to fight his statement off. Jimin can even hear them calling their friends to cancel the plan and even tell other people that want to go in that the owner, which now they think is Jimin, wouldn't let any more people in. "Oh man, hear them scream."   Another chuckle into his earpiece brings him to smirk. The boy on the other end knows too well how addicting the screams, pleads and the sight of blood can get. They are both sure that by now, the front 'rows' are literally melting, chunks of bloody meat falling off of fragile bones. Before anyone would even realize what is happening, at least half would be dead.   "I will count it as 300+ for you. Another 100 and you can come back, we already got a room prepared in our dorm for you."   "Always so thoughtful."   His next target is a closed community in the middle of the woods. If Taehyung, his friends' hacker did a correct count, around 200 people reside there, more than enough for him to pass.   Leaving the crime scene, he finds the nearest gas station to buy 5 flasks of combustible which are taken to the rented car, a black 2005 Dacia.   "Since it's a closed community there is a dusk-to-dawn curfew. Everyone should be home, I will fly my drone around to make sure though."   "Got it." The trip takes him around 1 hour and another half to walk through the forest. Amusingly enough, there is no road made for cars so he has to walk all the way to the city and climb up the immense gate. He has to slip the flasks through the bars of the gate, adding another 5 minutes to the time wasted.   "Everyone is fast asleep. All you need to do is get the fire started. Start from the forest outside the gates."Jimin lets out a small 'fuck you' as he looks around himself in an annoyed manner. He is already inside but he sees Jungkook's logic. If the fire is first started outside, even if those people get outside the gates, they will have nowhere to go as everything is already burning. "Just get it going, we want to celebrate already."   "What if I set the drone on fire and you go around the forest for a while?"   "You better buy me a new one."   "Yeah of course, sure, get it here." He ignores the instant complains coming from the younger, claiming he cannot see now where he's going but Jimin calmly and cockily tells him enough directions to not fly into the nearest house. Now he can actually take his time in creating a piece of art. He uses just enough combustible to circle all houses and make a trail to the center of the 'town' from each house.   The lighter is prepared, Jimin keeps it close to his face to an eye level. The flame reflects beautifully into his eyes as he stares back lovingly. That little flame possess so much power, could cause so much damage and to think he is the one to decide if the flame bursts or not, if a fire gets started or not. He could burn the whole world down, and all he needs one is small spark.   Simply thinking about it makes him feel like a God. And he will act like one, taking lives as he pleases.   Carelessly dropping the lighter into the inflammable pool of liquid. He watches with interest as each trail burns, flames raising a few inches off the ground and approaching the houses, themselves slowly starting to burn. Jimin doesn't need to stay around for too long, knowing a lot will die without even putting up a fight.   He retraces his steps back to his car, in the meantime admiring the burning forest. The cracking of burning wood is music to his ears and the exaggerated heat is barely making a difference to him.   "Hey Kookie, order some fucking take out. I am on my way."     Enrollment form (Page 1) : https://form.jotformeu.com/72603829611355 Enrollment form (Page 2/Final Page) : https://form.jotformeu.com/72603837811356 Chapter End Notes Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Comments and kudos are very much appreciated ^.^ ***** "If everything seems under control, you're not going fast enough." - Mario Andretti ***** Chapter Notes Please enjoy ^•^ See the end of the chapter for more notes Hoseok is hyperactive. Has been all his life and probably will be for the rest of it. He is also very impatient and needs absolutely everything to be done fast enough for him to acknowledge you. His first Purge is probably the best example of what he can do when you don't speed up your pace.   He got his tattoo at the age of 12 after the annual psychological test proved he wanted to kill the family next door. Still at the age of 12, he slit the throats of his entire neighborhood, his parents and older sister included. His dog, 12 months at the time, was left alive with one eye and two legs, castrated and hairless in spots where Hoseok pulled his fur out from in a fit of anger. After killing his neighbors, he realized how slow everyone else was.   The Kim family was running very slow at every single one of their neighborhood football games organized and their cat somehow always escaped the house and managed to run into Hoseok when he was on his way home from school, so he killed the cat too for not getting out of his way fast enough, suffocating it and then, to make sure is dead, hanged it on Kim's front porch. Then there was the damn Lee family with their stupid Lee Myungsoo that despite not knowing English somehow ended up reading all the texts just to quietly mumble the words to himself and stumble on the foreign words and sometimes he would even get to write on the blackboard, which was Hoseok's worst nightmare because the kid barely wrote fast enough in Korean, let alone English. Lee Myungsoo is the reason Hoseok also killed their English teacher, miss Evans, who overall was the nicest teacher Hoseok ever had, but her choosing Myungsoo for every class reading got her killed. However, because Hoseok liked her, she was killed differently, Instead of slitting her throat open and watch as both blood and life escape her body, he used the ridiculously thick Mathematics book to bash her head in, hitting it so many times that it became one with the ground she died on.   But now Hoseok is 16 and a student of S.P.S.P and such things are unacceptable.   Why would he use a book to kill someone when he has an entire room full of weapons? Why would he choose a mere rusty blade to cut someone's throat when he can make a beautiful blade that he made all by himself?   Now he has access to anything and everything his heart desires. Just recently he asked for a machine gun. Yesterday he got a machine gun and today, on the Purge's night, he's going to use that machine gun on the students of London's Anti-Purge School. Pretty much everyone at S.P.S.P, staff members included, hates L.A.P.S with a passion.   Before this school was founded, students like Hoseok had free way of moving around during the Purge. Now they have to stay alert, always worrying about being ambushed or somehow taken away which would lead to failing their mission and being expelled and arrested. Without his school, Hoseok would be in prison. Sure, he first killed during the Purge but he continued killing even after the ending hour; he was lucky enough the principal got to him before the police did. But Hoseok was 12 at the time and despite his crime, still a mere child. He didn't want to be part of something so big, he didn't want to leave his town and move to a big, busy city where everyone dresses fancy and is slow! He would have ended up killing everyone on the upcoming year's Purge so instead, the principal came up with a new plan so until Hoseok's 16th birthday, the boy was taught patience and though a lot of damage was done, the boy is now at least 20% more patient than he previously was. Kim Taemin considers it a progress and that is all that matters.   "Hoseok, meet Kim Taehyung, one of our best hackers. Taehyung dear, meet Hoseok. He is new and in need of a hacker. You two will sure get along, sun shines."   "I never heard of his initiation though? How can he be new?" Taehyung, as part of the school's council and in charge of the Initiation Program, should have heard of Hoseok. By title, Taehyung has to be the one giving Hoseok the second page of the enrollment form, has to be the one explaining the 'terms and conditions' and give him a mission. But the hacker has never seen the boy.   "Ever heard of the Gwangju massacre? You're sitting next to the killer." Taehyung can't help but look the boy up and down, as if he isn't sure if he should believe the principal's words.   "The massacre was hundred of years ago, how old are you?" After giving his current age, Taehyung is quick to do the math. "Oh so you're one of those kids. It's not like I judge-" he quickly adds when Hoseok looks offended by the words "I started at 10, I would be a hypocrite if I scolded you. Although, I do admit it was stupid of you to continue after the Purge hours. I also continued after the hours, I know it was stupid now, you should know too. Those are sacred hours, Hoseok."   Hoseok tunes out the rest. He knows now, after 60 years of being told that what he has done was unnecessary. He knows the consequences. And now he's going to make up for the damage.   With the help of Taehyung he finds out which tunnel the students of L.A.P.S will use after the school hours to get away. The tunnel is off maps and is supposed to be closed down due to certain rumors that Hoseok can't help but laugh at. I mean come on, killer clowns? Where is the scary part in that?   Since Taehyung couldn't come up with a plan to block them in and neither could Hoseok, the school's council member called a so called good friend of his that is an expert in cars and so much more, Hoseok wasn't sure since he didn't exactly listen but once the guy showed up at the tunnel with a Goddamm mother- fucking military tank, Hoseok became interested.    "I want to marry your friend." Hoseok tells Taehyung and he wonders why the other only smirks back at him. But then out of the tank comes a handsome tall male with broad shoulder and soft looking hair and lips and Hoseok is hooked. "I want to marry him." The loud and clear decision causes the said male to laugh from his spot but he doesn't say anything so Taehyung has to clear things up and let Hoseok know that Jin is mute. "Still want to marry him."    With help of the two Hoseok replaces the machine gun next to the cupola with his own. They keep the tank at the exit of the tunnel so as many cars as possible could make it in. They arrange things so that once the tunnel is packed Jin will be at the other side with another tank, blocking everyone inside.   "You could easily blast them off if you used the main gun alone."   "The tank is not mine. The machine gun is." Taehyung doesn't understand why he would refuse help only because said tank doesn't belong to him but he lets him be and enters the tank completely once cars start to show up. First two cars are police cars, sirens silent but red and blue lights flickering to illuminate the dark tunnel. The two stop a few meters before the tank, causing the cars behind to halt as well. "Tell Jin he can bring the tank." Before Taehyung could obey, the sound of broken glass makes him flinch.   "You fucker!"   Hoseok smirks and ignores the profanities Taehyung throws at him. He is happy that his machine gun working perfectly, spilling blood every passing second. He can see the dead bodies all the way to the other side of the tunnel where a few students try to escape but are quickly shot down. He is sure he got everyone so he jumps out of the tank and starts exploring.   Some of the bodies are mutilated. He managed to poke out eyes and teeth and create bullet lines but that's not what makes him feel good. What sets his mood is the blood that is still spilling through the bullet holes and the splashes he created on the broken windows and narrow tunnel walls and God, the smell of all that blood turns him on. He can feel an erection growing in his tight leather pants, just in time because Jin is coming his way, swaying his hips from side to side in a seductive way and runs his long fingers through his hair.   Taehyung is all the way in the other tank so of course Hoseok takes advantage of the situation to pound into the taller male. Jin is beautiful under him, cheeks flushed and hair messy but when Hoseok allows him to be on top, that's when Hoseok knows that he really is going to marry Jin and that only for his looks and porn star moves alone. Personality comes in later. Chapter End Notes Comments are highly appreciated <3 ***** "My disability exists not because I use a wheelchair, but because the broader environment isn't accessible." — Stella Young ***** Another night of Purge, a new city, a new mission.   Rule #5 : Never...   Team Bangtan is already out and about, looking out for targets. Namjoon and Yoongi already took over the center of the city, sitting on the edge of a beautiful, old fountain. Jimin disappeared long ago while Hoseok and Jin most likely found a spot for their intimate activities. Taehyung, as planned is already a hostage. But Jungkook— Jungkook is back at the dorm, sat in his wheelchair while watching over everything and everyone. Yugyeom is behind him, one hand resting on his thigh while the other occasionally brings a cancer stick to his mouth.    "Namjoon, send Yoongi out. There is a group two blocks away from you." Said boys are surrounded by armed military officials but Jungkook knows Yoongi loves killing the approaching prey on his own and Namjoon loves watching and kissing the boy once he's done. He watches as Yoongi gets off Namjoon's lap, fixes his beautiful pure white dress before leaving. The camera of the drone catches the small gesture Yoongi's hands do, pressing his fingers on the sides of his thighs lightly to make sure one more time that his daggers are in their rightful place. "Gyeom, pull that down." The younger froze in his spot behind Jungkook. He was about to pull out another cigarette but the older's voice had him halting in the process. "One every hour if you want to stick around." Yugyeom, just as Jungkook, is stuck in the dorms. His limbs works perfectly but his mind is the one keeping him behind the scene. Useful but crazy mind. "Jimin, get back, L.A.P.S students are approaching."   Jimin curses the students under his breath but Jungkook lowers Jimin's drone to the boy so he wouldn't be so feel alone. It is a strange way to reassure someone but it is the best Jungkook could do considering he's not good with words and he's not psychically there.   Jungkook's set was immense, taking almost all of his bedroom's space. Sure, there is a huge dresser and a queen size bed and a suspended chair right next to his book shelf but there are also 10 screens forming a semi moon around the leather desk chair and a panel of tens of colorful buttons that Jungkook alone knows what they do. There is also a wireless keyboard and one wireless mouse, a spare Bluetooth headset and to the whole set's right proudly hang 10 expensive pairs of headphones while the left side of the screens is dedicated to Jungkook's many cameras.   Rule #5 : ...underestimate...    "Okay, Taehyung, I found a way out for you. As soon as you untie yourself bash down the door and go left for 300 hundred meters. There will be a door with the fingerprint system that I just hacked into. You shouldn't have any problem getting in as long as you kill everyone on your way." Pressing a few buttons Jungkook calls yet another member. "Namjoon, hear me out."   "Yes, 'baby boss'."   "Shut it. Listen, it's important." Jungkook allows himself to blush at the nickname since Yugyeom wouldn't judge him for that. If he didn't know the younger well enough then Jungkook would probably get rude as all hell with his hyungs but the younger himself loves being baby-ed by his own older team members. "There is an Anti Purge police coming so I suggest you get Yoongi out of there before he does something stupid."   "How many?"   "Too many. They were initially forming a group but now they split in 4 groups and two are getting dangerously close to our princess."    Anti Purge police, the one and only team of assholes that has the guts to get into actual fights with S.P.S.P students. And Yoongi, the only one crazy enough to use 4 daggers on a team of 20 armed people. Jungkook knows Namjoon wouldn't make it in time and that warning Yoongi will so nothing so he presses the three white buttons that belong to Yoongi's drone and he sets out the weapons he installed on it. He manages to shoot five before everyone else is able of registering what it's happening and starts shooting at the drone.    "Are they fucking serious?!"    "Well fuck!" Yugyeom exclaims from behind him, eyes wide and lips parted. "Who the hell is dumb enough to shoot a drone? The Anti Purge have to step up their games."   Jungkook smirks at his best friend's comment but eyes are fixated on the men he shoots. There is one man standing so Jungkook allows him to run off, but Yoongi doesn't. As soon as he's in the cross dresser's sight, his forehead is split in two by one of his daggers. Even Jungkook's drone catches on the sound of cracked bones and penetrated brain and it's such a beautiful sound Yugyeom can't help but lean into Jungkook and kiss his neck while a hand works his zipper open and another is playing with Jungkook's sensitive nipples.   "That was so sexy. Can we play daddy, for a little bit?"   "Hmm, I don't know baby. What do I get out of it?"   "No cigarette for the rest of night. Please daddy, let me ride you, I need it— I need you~" Yugyeom is practically purring out. So Jungkook turns off his microphone and allows the younger to climb into his lap. His hands grip his hips as Yugyeom grinds down on his slowly hardening member. "Fuck, even limp you're so fucking big."   Rule #5 : ...(mentally) disabled students. End Notes Comments and Kudos will be very much appreciated <3 Hope you enjoyed the first chapter ^.^ Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!