Third person's POV.

A long breath left her lips as she fluffed up the fluffy mint hair after drying it. To ease up the body, she took a warm bath as it was tensed. Well for some of them they were tensed.

Taking the body lotion she applied it on her both arms. While doing so, she tried to hear the inner voice. But nothing.

Too much silence.

She don't blame any of them. Suga was on edge of loosing it. He was so ready to blast when Yoonji took it in her hands. She could hear all the chaos inside when she took over but eventually it went silent.

Now she wanted to calm the body.

After a bit sulking, Yoongi slept. He wanted to be on front but Yoonji didn't gave a chance on it. Not the right time.

Despite sharing one body, they all communicated and coordinated well.

They would never restrict one from fronting and taking the gear. Never. If Yoongi wanted to front and take control, they all would allow him, unless there's any particular thread or a reason for other to take the wheel. In this case maybe an trigger.

It all went down a few weeks back.

She knew it was so gonna fuck up when Suga's gaze fall on the picture of dead body who they knew as Yoongi's father while he was working on his desktop. Yoonji knew it was gonna be a disaster when Suga's gaze fall on something else alerting her sense and before Suga could take it in or see what it really was, he got dissociated.

He really couldn't quite pin point or take in what was on the screen of his computer as Yoonji yanked Suga back and took over the front seat of wheel and shut everyone out.

A quick switch it was.

Studying the rest of pictures, let's just say she didn't had a good time. It was pictures of young boy being abused. Been toyed by a man. In worst possible way.

Yoonji bite her lips as she wore the neet fluffy cloth she took in with her to the bathroom.

The pictures were disgusting. Totally disgusting. Of course she remembers it. How can she forget the shit she faced. She lived through it all not letting anyone known. Not even Suga. Neither he or Yoongi was known about her existence back then.

Not that Yoongi knew any better.

Suga couldn't take it. It was too much for the protecter itself that he couldn't neither fight nor defense the body and it was the time when Yoonji fronted for the first time to this cruel outer world. She still remembers how she was welcomed with good kicks and beats. Pain. That's all she can remember.

To this day she remembers it. Only her.

She only fronted when she had to and as time goes, she took it all. She made sure everything was kept away from everyone to protect them. To protect Yoongi. Until they found her existence. All those rotten memories was with her and only her.

Those pictures never did any better to her. It only made her whimper.

Oh how Yoonji wished that they all could have saved sooner.

She did cried after seeing those photos but what could she do? Nothing.

She immediately cleared all those things from desktop of Suga's because no one should know about this. Someone was fucking with them, hacking into their computer and she have no idea who.

Yoonji could have look a little into it but no. She didn't in order to not trigger anyone else or mainly Suga.

But what came after was dreadful that day.

As Yoonji was clearing those pictures , the screen went blank and a message popped up.

I see you Min Yoongi.

The name itself was enough for the younger to be fronted at that time and to freak out.

Sighing Yoonji walked to her room and took a glass of water from the round table at side.

Suga was protective of all of them. He made sure of it. That being said he did tried to get track on what happened, only to find the message and he knew something serious must have happened.

Now they knew who was the one. But how? Those pictures, she have made sure it was wiped out. Well she did destroyed all those evidence but how did Storm got a hold on it?

And how the fuck did she hacked in to their system?

Yoongi did wanted to know shit but both Suga and Yoonji kept it on their own. Because he don't need to know. Not that he knew most of the shit that happened with them or him.

Climbing up the fluffy bed, she took the comforter and snuggled in to it. Relaxing herself she closed her eyes. Damn. She need a good sleep.

Something about that women's glaring eyes was an red flag for them. Yoonji knew it and Suga figured it out and was they wrong?

The way Storm looked into their eyes, it was as though she could see it, see through past their eyes. See the people and everything inside. Their darkest secret. An intimidating stare it sure was.

Suddenly she was alerted by the door opening followed by footsteps. At first she became stiff but remembered it must be Hoseok, since the man stay here at times. A good friend of Yoonji. Someone she trust. Namjoon and Taehyung was sure her friend but she don't quite trust anyone.

"I'm sleepy Hoseok. Don't wanna talk." She voiced out quietly knowing the other wanted to talk regarding what happened as she did briefed it to other.

Hoseok was someone who Yoonji is really close with. Someone she can rely on. Unlike Suga who found a true friend in Taehyung, Yoonji found that odd comfort in Hoseok.

There was no reply from other but she could feel someone crawling up on bed.

Yoonji frowned as an weird fragrance invaded her nostrils. Sweaty and putrid.

Maybe he had to sell some stuff and did some errands. Deep breath echoed against her ears and she could feel those warm breath released which hit behind her neck.

Wait.

That's not fucking Hoseok.

A hand engulfed her waist, hugging her tight.

"H-Hoseok." She whispered in hope to hear other's groggy voice but nothing. The hand on her waist wasn't loose or neither too tight. Their back was touching as the bed wasn't too big.

Whoever it was who engulfed her, wasn't Hoseok. Yoonji was sure of that and she wasn't comfortable.

With wide eyes while holding breath, She leaned on to the side table and switched on the small warm light of the lamb which was kept there.

Casting her gaze down, her eyes widened like soucer in horror. She gulped. She wanted to scream and shriek away from the sight but not the moment.

It was as though she was paralyzed.

The veiny hand which engulfed her was painted in crimson. Dried blood and evident bruises on knuckles.

Definitely not Hoseok.

'As if that wasn't known.' Suga snapped at her. 'Let me fucking deal with this.'

She can already hear Suga's cursing.

Ever so slowly she turned around only to met with an familiar face.

No.

This can't be.

How the fuck did she escaped from there?

It was Storm.

Did Namjoon let her be just like that?

No he wouldn't do that.

Her eyes were closed, face cheek squished in between the pillow. Dried blood on face. Just a bit though. Dark purple colored bruises on face from earlier.

Gulping audibly she tried to stay calm and grounded. Yes she was scared because she really didn't knew much about this women and that scared her more.

Ever so slowly Yoonji's hand creep under the pillow to get the knife which she always kept there for safety, only for other to tighten the grip on her making her stop in mid movement.

"Don't worry." She rasped. Yoonji felt goosebumps as something else hit her.

Who's fucking blood was that?

She felt breathless as she felt distant for a moment.

"Hoseok is safe." Storm carsed her thumb on the mint haired man's waist.

But the moment the syllable left Storm's mouth, A intimidating growl escaped from the man's lips. He tried to get a grip on her aggressively. Storm winced but she sure was prepared for this.

"You fucking shit. I WILL-" The words stopped in middle as he felt something sharp against his abdomen.

The knife which was kept under the pillow. How the fuck did she knew?

"From the knowledge I got, I'm talking to Sugar baby aren't I?" Her voice calm.

She clicked her tongue seeing Suga glaring. It was a quick switch and his head was kinda pounding because they kinda switched a bit today.

"That's no way how you treat your guest, now is that?"

"I'm just here to pay a visit. Now won't you welcome me dear?" Suga gulped witnessing that sinister smile on her. She looked so damn sinister at the moment.

The bruise and dried blood wasn't helping much.

In a second, suga's back hit the bed while she hovers over him. Pressing the sharp knife onto his waist, threatening him.

But whatever it is, he won't go down without a fight. He can fight it. He will protect Yoongi. Just like always. He will protect them all.

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Taehyung was breathless as he ran up the stairs because the damn elevator wasn't working. He was climbing up wild, running through the clean marbled hallway which was silent excluding his pants of breath and heavy footsteps.

Reaching at the destined door, he wasted no time and took the gun out from his waist band and walked in cautiously. He can feel the sweat dripping from his neck to chest.

His senses was high. Taking in all surroundings listening to anything as he tried to control his breath.

The fact that the front door wasn't locked kept the man in man bun more on the edge. Since the mint haired never does it. Never.

Checking the kitchen he walked over to the bed room slowly. If other was sleeping, he didn't wanted to scare them or neither disturb.

Standing in front of the door, he tried to listen anything on other side but nothing.

Ever so slowly he opened the door with cautious and his eyes widened.

The first thing he noticed was a messy bed with blood stains.

"Fuck." Walking in, he looked around frantically.

"Yoongi." He voiced out and his head snapped to the balcony door.

Running towards the balcony door and opening it, he cursed loud.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." The gun on his hand was long forgotten and he leaped towards the railings where an whimpering pale mint hared was tied up with an blanket.

Both hands spread and tied by blanket on wrist while displayed to the world where the midnight wind was blowing.

"Shit. Hang in there." Not wasting any seconds, Taehyung untied one of his hand and freed it making the mint hair to wheeze out a cry as he was afraid.

Warping his right arm on to his chest, Taehyung grunted. "It's ok. Hold the fence." And the whimpering man did. To his dear life.

With his free left hand, Taehyung untied the other hand and the man shrieked scared to fall as his legs were jelly. But clearly Taehyung wasn't gonna let that happen.

Holding the mint haired with his other hand too he started pull him up. Both of his hands were creeped up to his chest from under his arms.

"Fuck, you ain't helping." Taehyung groaned. With the little strength he had, the shaky man pushed the palm of his hands on the railings. Just a little push.

Closing eyes tight, the mint haired didn't wanted see the height from where he was standing. His face felt chill because of the cold breeze and wet cheeks.

Few more grunts and cursing, Taehyung successfully took the shaky man into the safety.

"Yoongi?" He asked as the man kept panting on floor. Hearing his name he looked up at Taehyung and let out a small whimper and hugged him dearly.

"Fuck you." He cried out. "Fuck you all."

Taehyung sighed and patted his back since the man was still shaking and breathless.

After a few moments, Taehyung took the man in bridal style and walked into the living room and laid the man on couch and gave water.

"I hate this." Yoongi mumbled sniffing.

"What happened?."

Yoongi frowned. Frowned hard. "I d-don't know." Taehyung raised his eyebrows at that.

Cleaned the snout with the back of his hand, Yoongi sniffed a little more.

Frowning hard he tried to remember on what happened only to come up with nothing. He don't remember anything. Fuck.

"I-I really don't remember."

Taehyung understood it. It was one of the alter at first and maybe they had a switch and Yoongi fronted.

"I just opened my eyes to see I was gonna die." He mumbled still shaken up by all the event that took place.

"Shit I don't even-"

"That's ok. Is there someone else?" Taehyung cut off Yoongi seeing other's raising anxiety.

Opening eyes in the middle of nowhere not knowing where and why are you here in the first place is scary. Yoongi was used to it now, but still it frustrates him when he don't know shit happening with his body. But the alters does provide him with the informations on it but at times like THIS it frustrates him and Taehyung knew it.

If any other alter fronts, he will ask about it.

"I- No. Can we not?" He didn't wanted to talk about it now so Taehyung nodded.

"I'll be back and then we can go back to our apartment." Yoongi nodded at that as he didn't wanted to be here after what happened.

There was an whole apartment for all the members of their cartel gang. They used to live there. A main base of their own if you ask. If you look from outside, it would be just any other old apartment but clearly that wasn't the case.

Taehyung wanted to question on why Yoongi was here and not there. He rarely comes here. If he does, one of them needs time and space.

Walking in to the room he observed the red stained bed sheets. It was clear who it was.

His eyes went on to the computer on the table. Poking his tongue on his cheek, he quickly walked towards it and soon opened the file of CCTV of the room. He knew there was one as Yoonji once mentioned it.

Clicking on the recent video his blood boiled as he saw it all.

His fist tightened as he saw how she dragged an knocked out mint haired out of frame. With narrowed eyes, he played it again and again.

A lot have happened and this one only fueled his blazing range.

Let's just say he and Namjoon was having a word when an panicked man came and informed them about the happening. Hoseok was beaten up real bad. Body covered in purple and red. His body was completely limp while he breathed barely.

No cuts apart from scratches and no stab wounds or anything. Just beaten up. Real bad. He was immediately moved to one of the hospital where Namjoon had a hold in.

It wasn't late when they found how Storm have escaped from the unused room where they kept her.

But that wasn't the end though.

A man was stabbed to death in the same room in the same chair she was tied to. Although his face was painted in red. A message was carved on his forehead. Blood dripping from each letters.

You were warned :))

Not the only thing that was carved though. There were some numbers on every inch of the skin on his upper body. Every part which made absolutely no sense and he was damn sure that was some kind of cryptic code.

01010011

01101001

01101100

01110110

01000101

010100110

01001101

01001111

01001111

01001110

It would be lie if he said he didn't got the chill on his bones and just like that he started to haunt for her. Why?

Because Namjoon wanted her head and so does he. Copying the video to his phone, he walked out. Not before wiping that video from the system.

"Yoongi." The man plopped his head up from the couch. Damn, the man sure was tired and he doesn't blame him. They all must be tired.

Seeing Taehyung walking up to him, Yoongi made grabby hands, wanting to get carried by other.

Sighing Taehyung took him in bridal style and Yoongi rubbed his face on Taehyung's chest like a baby. Snuggling close to him feeling very much safe now.

"You got your medicine there, right?"

Yoongi just hummed as he's used to stay in their gang's building most of the time with Namjoon and others. For some reason, today one of his alter wanted to be here and needless to say that wasn't a wise decision.

It wasn't much late when they reached the building. Top floor was taken by Namjoon and the other three only.

Yoongi straight up walked into his room and locked himself while Namjoon wasn't there. Taehyung tried to call the drug lord only to be not taken by the person. Maybe he's on hospital to make sure Hoseok was fine?

Walking inside the room he stripped his shirt and pants and got into the bed cause he fucking needed it.

Unlocking the phone he played the same CCTV video.

Damn, how the fuck did she pull all this?

She escaped this fucking building without caught by any eyes or cameras to which he came in to a conclusion that she was a fucking Hacker with a damn brain who really knew shit apart from scratching the paper with an ugly colored pencils.

Wait.

He narrowed his eyes at the screen.

"The fuck is that shit." Muttering he took a close look but it wasn't clear enough. He took the laptop from the study table and settled on the bed.

The one laptop where he stored things related to Xenon. All those shipments, trading, payments and other gang related stuff was stored in it. Out of anyone's reach. He had another one in his home and he didn't stored confidential matters there regarding the cartel. To keep the rats away. Just so if any bitch get curious and sneak into it.

Working on it, he made the video a bit more clear and Zoomed it in.

"Shit." He cursed alerted now.

When she was dragging Yoongi or whoever it was, there was something on her right wrist.

Although it was dried blood he could clearly make it out. A black ink was perfectly inked on her skin.

A tattoo on her wrist.

A bloody fucking tattoo which he never noticed. How the fuck he missed that? He made sure it wasn't something else but a tattoo.

What he can make up was a snake creeping up on her wrist only. There was something else too but the video wasn't much clear.

He gulped as he took a photo of screen and put it in a scanner to get a clear view to her hand.

A snarling snake cooling around a royal sword. Instead of cross-gaurd, there rested a crown on the sword and it looked like the snake was crowned itself.

He gulps his saliva feeling a sense of shiver in his body.

Why the fuck is she having that tattoo on her? And how the fuck did he missed something like that?

He have seen all the tattoos on her. The dragon on back, teary eyes on her fingers and flowery pattern on her waist and how the fuck he could miss this one?

Clearly she hided it really well from his eyes.

He knew what it meant and that's a real problem. A problem indeed.

Shit, how the fuck is that possible?

His eyes were wide as he realized it all. Everything now started clicking in. It all made sense now.

The way she fought.

The way she wasn't gotten into any security camera's.

The way she murdered.

"Fuck." Cursing he took his phone and dialed Namjoon. Still no answer.

Oh for fuck's sake.

That tattoo meant only one thing and that she was an royal member of Blood street.

Not just any fucking member but a fucking royal member of Blood street. How the fuck he didn't noticed this before?

He rubbed his both hands on his face and let out a frustrated groan. Letting in the