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Jeon Jeongguk
The likelihood of getting that black envelope in your house was at least 9.5/10, and despite how notorious it was, nobody ever dared to mention it in public. It was 'the gift', just that. A black envelope that came with usually a parcel or something else, containing a dark (usually illegal) chapter of your life. It was their persuasive measure to make you come to them, and unwillingly give up everything for them.
Either that, or well, they passed this on to the Roots and you either ended up in jail or staring at 10 different rifles, thousands looking on at your last moments. The post-war government wasn't all that keen on felons.
I for one knew that I was in the clear; I was one of the few who hated but stuck by the rules, and played it safe when going over the fence to see my parents and coming back, so I was now busy racking my brain as to why these photos and envelope sat on the kitchen table before me.
They were just photos of me tampering with the fence and going over - whilst that seemed harmless, it meant that for a good 25 minutes, the entirety of the forcefield keeping us from outside threats was inactive, and the city unprotected.
Not even the Lord could save me from getting my severely-punctured ass after the firing squad was done with me.
The letter belonged to the Red Dynasty, a bubbling rebellion whose views strongly clashed with the Royal family's. I was unfamiliar with their tactics and approaches, but I knew for sure that they made it seem like they needed you, but in reality your life was now in their control.
There was a reason not everybody would get this envelope; they only wanted a specific type - the cunning, the merciless. It frightened me that someone thought I would fit the job.
I hurriedly shoved the envelope and photos into my jumper, making myself busy as Yoongi entered the kitchen, mug in hand. "You okay?" He eyed me curiously.
"Yeah, have you seen Wonho?"
"No, he went out really early," He shrugged nonchalantly. "heading out?"
"I-yeah. I have to go somewhere."
"Cool. We can walk together."
I immediately tensed up, contrasting how relaxed he appeared as he washed the breakfast dishes. "You sure? I'm taking the long way into town."
"That's okay, the weather looks quite nice so I can take my time," I watched as he wiped his hands. "shall we?"
I replied with an uncertain nod as he went out, and followed suit.
Like he'd previously said, the day was perfect - blue skies, zero clouds and copious amounts of sunshine - apart from the fact it was literally -6°C out. Beside me Yoongi walked so quietly I couldn't even hear the snow crunch beneath his boots the way mine did, only the smoke coming from beside letting me know he was actually still there.
