"Run?" She recalled Namjoon asking earlier, followed by her own shaky reply. "How? He would just shoot us as soon as we leave the house."
But standing here now, looking at Yoongi’s intense gaze, she didn't want to run. She wanted to fight with them. reshmi_BTS_luciferzip
The air in the high-rise penthouse was thick with tension, smelling of expensive cologne and gun oil. Reshmi stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the Seoul skyline, her heart hammering against her ribs. She wasn't supposed to be here—she was supposed to be safe. But safety had vanished the night Yoongi, with a terrifyingly calm stare, had told her about their blood pact. She wanted to fight with them
"Generosity is near," Yoongi said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble as he hit the glass table, his face tightening with frustration. She wasn't supposed to be here—she was supposed to be safe
“We sold ourselves, Reshmi,” he’d whispered, the memory sending a shiver down her spine. “All seven of us.”
Reshmi knew what that meant. Their enemy was close. The seven members—the seven deadly sins they often jokingly, yet darkly, referred to themselves—were in danger, and they had been trying to protect her from the fallout.