No one POV

A few weeks later, in the HQ’s control room,  a large meeting is taking place, early in the morning. a sleepy looking Jiyoung is at the head of the long  wooden table. YG,  Taemin, Seungri, Minzy, Daesung and CL are on his right. Eun Ae, Sora,  TOP, Bom and Taeyang and Dara are on his left. After them, are the members of Teen Top, each sitting next to the leaders of the six next most influential groups in the compound; Super Junior, Girls Generation, Infinite, F(x), Ukiss, and APink.

Jiyoung clears his throat awkwardly. “Yeah, um okay guys……..we are obviously here for an important reason, which is probably why appa woke me up at 5 AM this morning, But to be honest I have no idea what you guys want me to do, so can someone please fill me in?”

YG looks at his son in annoyance. “Jiyoung. It’s the last day of the month. It’s progress report day. This was your idea.”

Jiyoung’s eyes go wide  as he finally realizes his own stupidity. “Well, on with it I guess.” he gestures to everyone. They all look at each other until Daesung and CL stand up.

“Everything is going alright in the medical rooms.” Daesung says.

“Daesung and I have taken in some group members and we are teaching them advanced first aid, and emergency medical procedures.” CL continues.

“Our plan is to create medical teams that will travel alongside our fighters in the case that Sora or I are in battle.”Daesung explains.

“We have plenty of supplies in the infirmary. And everyone in the compound donates blood once a month, just in case we need transfusions.” CL finishes.

Jiyoung nods his approval, and the pair sits down. Taeyang and Dara stand up next.

“The food supply is growing everyday, and all of the groups take turns tending to the crops. I’m growing them as fast as I can, so everyone has food.” Taeyang says, he pauses for a moment and then continues.

“Soon we may be able to deliver food to the nearby struggling villages and towns.”

Everyone is silent for a while as they take in that they may be able to start helping citizens outside their own boundaries.

Dara then speaks up. “I’ve been studying engineering for a while,and I figures out that Daesung’s rivers outside the HQ provide only 30% of the energy that we need. Jiyoung is providing the remaining 70% of the energy that we use daily in the the entire center.”

“No wonder I’m so damn tired all the time.” Jiyoung mutters. Everyone laughs at their leader’s plight.

“We can take a load off of Jiyoung if we increase the width and depth of the rivers, as well as create some underground springs and streams. I’ve made the designs for an underground hydroplant, and if we send some groups out to build it, we can have the entire place run on water power.” Dara continues.

“Sounds good to me.” Jiyoung says happily.

Seungri and Minzy stand next. “We’ve been working on sending our people” Minzy pauses and gestures to the leaders of the six groups on the other end of the table. “To keep a watch on Jongwa’s forces, and make sure that the area in a 50 mile radius of us is safe.”

“We also send out the Teen Top members to various places in and out of the HQ to make sure everything runs smoothly, and to occasionally bring in supplies from the Seoul black market.” Seungri continues.

“We have not detected any intruders or threats to our hideout, but The Dark army has been repairing the damage done to the facility and they appear to be strengthening their forces.” Minzy adds.

Jiyoung nods. “Well, that’s to be expected.”

Sora stands next and speaks, not looking at Jiyoung, but instead at the wall behind him. “The training is excellent. Most groups have made it through the obstacle courses and they know how to work together to solve their problems.” She pauses for a moment. “Several people have even learned to use the jetpacks that YG appa gave us.We just need to have better weapons.” She say, looking at TOP and Taemin.

Jiyoung, knowing that he was just ignored by her, smiles wistfully at Sora, and he motions for her to sit.

Next Top, Bom, and Taemin stand up. “We’ve been working on some new weapons, that are based on our powers.” states Top.

“Water. Air. Earth. Fire. Metal. We are creating prototypes of weapons that will give our fighters the basic powers that Big Bang and Sora have. However, these weapons may not be as strong as you guys, so we are also creating powerful grenades, guns, and bombs.”Taemin explains.

“We are mass producing the weapons in miniature form right now in the 3D printer that we stole from the facility. I worked out a chemical formula to create more ink for the production, And since the weapons lab is near one of Daesung’s rivers, we have teams working around the clock to make the weapons grow to size.” Bom says to everyone.

Jiyoung nods, and the meeting continues. Well being of the people is discussed, new laws and rules for the HQ are discussed. So many numbers, quantities, statistics, are stated throughout the meeting.

After about four hours, Jiyoung dismisses everyone from the room. However he himself stays back, to work on his battle plans by himself.

Jiyoung hasn’t told anyone yet, but he thinks he knows why Jongwa hasn’t attack the HQ yet. Jongwa is angry. Very angry. So angry, he just doesn’t want to just defeat the YG family, he wants to annihilate them. He wants to take his time to prepare his army, and then send people to locate the YG family’s HQ.  After that he will wait for the perfect time to strike.

That’s why we have to make the first move ourselves. Jiyoung thaought. And we’ll have to make it sooner rather than later.

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Minho's POV

I clenched my fists by my side as I stared at Key’s face, the humming of the machines that he was hooked up to. I wanted so badly for Key to make it, but I didn’t know what to do! I close my eyes, and think the same sentence over and over:

Please don’t die. Please don’t die. Please Key, my friend, don’t die.

I listen to the beeps of the machines and Key’s ragged breaths as I hope, hope, hope that Key pulls through. That Key doesn’t join the ranks of my dead friends. That Key doesn’t die from a stupid head wound that whacked his brain around inside his head.

Key and I made it through the battle against that pack of mutts. And Taemin. I add silently. We know now that he’s working with them. That he is loyal to them. I can’t believe it! I mean sure, Taemin wasn’t exactly the fiercest one of us, but he was a good soldier. He was a voice of reason when technology had replaced that human spark. But now he’s switched allegiances, and I can’t forgive him for that. Unfortunately, he must die with the rest of them.

Suddenly the beeps of the machines turned into a steady, droning, high pitched hum. I know what that means. It means Key is dead.

My jaw drops, and I stand there next to Key’s bed as the flat line continues to read out on Key’s monitor. I’m pushed away by nurses and doctors as they all rush to save Key. As a member of my squad, he’s under the care of the very best medical practitioners there are. But I don’t think it’ll be enough to save him, as I am pushed out of the room into a hallway, the door slammed in my face.

I back up and lean against the wall, thinking about all I have lost. My mother, Onew, Taemin, Jonghyun, Bom – as much as she might hate it, I feel something for her! – and heck, I might as well add in my father! I’ve lost myself, my humanity! I’m a freaking cyborg! My heart and lungs are controlled by a piece of metal in my head, not my brain!

Tears form in my eyes as I think, and I’ll be damned if I let any of them slip down my cheeks. I raise my hands to my eyes, and wipe away the tears, whispering ‘Please…’ under my breath as I pray, if you could call it that, for Key to make it. My ears can still pick up that goddamned flat line droning on in that room, and it’s driving me insane.

Key’s dead! Key’s dead! Key’s dead! The demons in my head taunt me, whooping with glee as I slowly realize that Key is too far gone. I don’t look up when the door opens, don’t acknowledge the nurse who comes out to tell me what I already know.

“Sir, Key… We can’t do anything more, Sir…” She says, scared out of her mind at what I might do, I bet.

But I don’t do anything. Not anything that she was expecting, anyway. I just turn and storm down the hall, not caring that the tears are flowing freely now. My friend is dead! My friend is dead! I’m all alone and my friends are dead!

I meant to go to my room, but I realize now that I went the wrong way. So I settle for the next best thing. Room 103301. I walk with purpose, like a soldier, even though my face is stained with tears my father would beat me for showing. A soldier never cries, he says.

Well Father, I think to myself as I stop outside the door that leads to room 103301, I’m not a soldier now. Now I’m a man who has lost all his friends. I am not an emotionless soldier anymore…

I put my hand on a scanner that’s next to the door. The computer processes the data for a second, and then the door in front of me starts shimmering, becoming transparent, and the material moving like water. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, still not sure about the new door, and walk slowly through the shimmery, wavy door. When I open my eyes, I’m on the other side of the door. As I turn around, I see the door gradually return to normal.

I turn back around, and walk down the hall, drumming my fingers along the wall and running them along the bars of the cages. I hear the subjects’ screams of terror and groans of pain and loss as I approach, and then the sighs of relief when I pass. I read the plaques in the dim light, trying to decide who to torment.

I stop at Vixx, Voodoo Possibilities. The things inside groan and make little barking sounds. I smirk, and unlock the cage, opening the door. I step in, and hear the scrambling of the things trying to hide. I close the door behind me, and prowl through the cage, using my cybernetic implants to locate them. I sneak closer, and closer, and I can hear them whining and crying. Suddenly I dart forward and grab one of them by its ankle. It screams in pain, and some of its friends also grab onto it, trying to keep it with the group. I easily yank him away.

I drag that thing to the front of the cage, and open the knife attachment on my right arm. I go slow, I dig the knife into its skin, relishing its screams. Then I reach for the stapler on the wall – old technology, but it works – and I staple the cuts shut. I laugh at its moans of pain, begging me to stop. I do it again. And again. And again. With each of the things in the cage. But eventually, I get bored. I leave the stinking cage, leave the stinking room, feeling calmer, more in control. I move swiftly towards the command room, realizing that with all that’s been going on, I’m late for a meeting. A meeting. Just what I need to keep myself focused.
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Jiyoung POV

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I’ve had a long day, training, fighting, planning, and working. I should be exhausted, but instead I’m just restless. I slowly sit up and look around my room. It’s is simple and small. Taemin had asked me if I wanted a bigger room, since I’m the leader and everything, but I told him that I’m no better than anyone else.

So I got this room. It is clean and sparsely furnished. Jut my bed, a bamboo desk, a small chair, and a stack of my notebooks. Somehow theses notebooks survived the whole ordeal so far. I’m lucky that I stashed them in that one subway station a month before our old house was blown up. I reach over and pick up one notebook, and thumb through the pages. Battle plans – made to fit to each and every perfect detail. To-do lists for myself. Notes from the various lessons that Appa has given us.

Then, my lyrics. My song lyrics that can show the true me, in a powerful and vigorous burst of energy. My songs keep me going. As I flip, I find an empty page. No, no, no, this won’t do. This page must be filled. Just like my heart. Just like the hearts of all the people in this HQ building.  I don’t need a song just for me… I need a song that everyone can listen to and feel a part of. I around for a pen, and begin to write the lyrics that flow so easily to my mind.

Come together, everyone gather here

We gon’ party like lilililalala

Open your hearts, empty your minds

Set the fire lilililalala

Don’t ask for the answer but just take it as it is

go with the flow alright!

Face the sky and put your two hands up, up high, I wanna jump around oh

Nananana Nananana Wow Fantastic Baby

Dance I Wanna Dan Dan Dan Dan Dance Fantastic Baby

Dance I Wanna Dan Dan Dan Dan Dance Wow Fantastic Baby

In this crazy house HEY at the end, it’s the king’s turn HEY

The ground is shaking and 3 minutes is not enough for this race, wait

The atmosphere is overheated Huh Catch Me On Fire Huh

Reality has appeared nanana

From one to ten, everything is one level above

Even if we crazily run on sand, we’re still so agile

Because the sky is blue enough,

Don’t ask any questions, just feel it – feel who I am

I stop…… stumped…… what to write? The page is only half full……

I collapse on my bed, and try to sleep, hoping that the rest of the song will come to me in my dreams.

NO ONE POV

Several hours later

Jiyoung wakes up with a start. He has a feeling of uneasiness in the pit of his stomach. “Something is wrong” he mutters. He stands up and starts pacing. His head hurts like hell and he has no idea why he’s so worried. He scrunches his forehead and tries to remember his dream. Bits and pieces of it come back. Most of them involve Sora, dying in various ways.

He blanches and darts out the door. He goes down the long hallway, up a flight of stairs, turns left and arrives to a door. The door to Sora’s room. He places his ear on the door, trying to hear her breathing, just to make sure that she’s okay. Instead he hears shuffling sounds and muffled sobs. His face pales.

“Sora?” “Sora?” “You ok?”

No response, but the sobs only grow. “Sora? I’m coming in ok?” Jiyoung says. He uses his telekinesis to unlock the door, and he steps into the room, shutting the door. He looks on the bed.

It is empty. The blankets instead strewn across the floor, covering a small, shaking figure. Jiyoung drops to the ground, and gathers Sora up and puts her back on the bed. Her eyes are shut, but tears coat her cheeks. She is shivering and shaking. seems to be forming words, but no sounds are coming out. She’s silently screaming. Jiyoung is truly scared now. He tries to wake her by her face gently, but then when he fails, he uses his voice.

“Sora! Wake up!”

Then, Sora’s eyes fly open and she moans “Stop, please stop….. it ….it hurts! Please don’t…. no… no more!!!!” she cries. She rolls away and covers her head, still shaking. Jiyoung lifts her chin gently.

“Sora, shhhhhhh. It’s me. Jiyoung. Don’t worry, it was just a nightmare. Everything is okay now.” He says, as softly as possible.

Sora looks up at him, her lip trembling. “Promise?” she whispers.

“I promise “he says looking at her in earnest. He is shocked when Sora buries her face in his shirt and holds on to him tightly. His heart beats faster and faster, and he carefully puts his hand on her head, comforting her.

After a few minutes, Sora draws away. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”

Jiyoung shakes his head. “No, don’t be sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong. You are a perfect person, whereas  I’m the one who broke into your room. So I should apologize.”

A ghost of a smile appears on Sora’s face, she’s appeared to have calmed down a bit. “Thank you, but I’m far from perfect.”

Jiyoung rolls his eyes. “oh yeah? How?”

“Simple, answer this. why are you fighting this battle right now?”

“What?”

“Why do you want to overthrow Jongwa and his regime?”

“What does this have to do with-“

“Answer me.”

“Well, to make the world a better place, have peace and prosperity all over. Have everyone be happy, and free…..”

Sora wistfully smiles. “See, you and everyone else…. You are all so noble and everything. And the only reason I’m here is revenge. The only reason I’m alive is revenge…. Jiyoung the only thing I even know is revenge… and hate… and pain. Jiyoung …. I don’t understand most of the things you guys talk about.”  Sora’s voice trembles, and her face crumples with tears as she keeps speaking.“All that love and happiness that you all have and seem to  share it…. I just can’t feel it…. I – I – I don’t even know if I’m human….. I don’t know if I care about anyone, or love anyone….. I’m just a m-m-monster. A f-freak. Jongwa was righ-”

Jiyoung cuts her off. “No, don’t you say things like that. Don’t you dare say that motherer was ever right about anything! You are not a monster. You are not a freak! Do you understand me? Huh?!” Jiyoung almost yells.

Sora quickly reels away from Jiyoung, her eyes wide with fear.

Jiyoung realizes his mistake “Aiiiish… Sora, I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry I yelled.” He says soothing her hair and looking at her in worry.

Sora could hold it in any longer. “Why do you love me so much?” she blurts.

Jiyoung is taken off guard “I- I don’t know why I love you. I just have this feeling… this need to protect you. To help you….. I love the little things about you… how you smile halfway, how you never give up, how you always fight better than anyone else I know, how you shut your eyes when you think, and the rustling sound your wings make when they open….. Just those little things mean a lot to me”

“Then why don’t you just take what you want?” Sora asks.

“What do you mean?” Jiyoung asks in confusion.

“Y-you know… s-ex…. That’s what you want right?” Sora stutters.

Jiyoung is at a loss for words. He jerks his hand off her hair. Tears form in his eyes

“Sora, that’s not what I want” He says in shock.

Sora is confused. “Then what do you want?”

Jiyoung answers without skipping a beat. “To make you happy. As long as you are happy, I’m content, I don’t need anything else.” He gets up, and steps towards the door.

“Where are you going?” asks Sora softly.

“I’m going to my room, I think I’m scaring you just by being here.”  He turns his head.

“Jiyoung?” Sora says.

“Yes?”

“Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me alone.” Sora whispers.

Jiyoung doesn’t say anything as Sora moves over to one side of the bed, making room for him. Jiyoung sighs and lays down next to her. They both lay there still and silent for a while. Then Sora moves closer to Jiyoung. He is surprised when Sora puts her head on his chest.

“Jiyoung…. I think I know what love is now.” She says, breaking the echoing silence of the room . Jiyoung looks at her curiously.

“Love is when you look at a person, and feel at home. Love is when you look at a person and you feel safe and warm inside. Love is when you want to be near that person no matter how afraid you are. Love is…. Trying to be with that person, no matter how hard it is to forget bad things…. Love is…. Jiyoung… Love is you. I love you Jiyoung.”

Sora says in a rush, looking him straight in the eyes, hoping he’ll understand, hoping he’ll believe her, hoping he feel the same.

Tears fall from Jiyoung’s eyes as he smiles, and wraps his arms around Sora. “But I love you more” he says to her. Sora stiffens at the sudden contact from Jiyoung, and he draws his arms away quickly.

“, I didn’t mean to startle you… I’m sorr-” he begins, but Sora stops him.

“Jiyoung, I need you. I need you to be with me and make me forget. I don’t want those bad memories anymore. I want you to make me forget…. I want to be able to love you with no ghosts holding us back.” She says seriously.

“Are – are you sure?” Jiyoung asks.

Sora nods solemnly.

“Alright then, but first you need to do something for me.”

“What?”

“I need you to not be afraid of me anymore. I need you to know that I will never hurt you in any way. No matter what happens.” Jiyoung takes Sora’s hands and places them on his chest.

“Feel me, every part of me that you want to, and understand that there’s nothing scary about me, nothing at all.”

Sora and Jiyoung look at each other in an unbroken trance. Sora moves her hands and places them on Jiyoung’s. She feels each individual finger, and line. The soft, yet battle hardened palms that fit perfectly with her own.  

She slides her hands slowly up his arms, feeling the muscle and smooth skin, the rhythmic heartbeat through his veins. She reaches his strong shoulders and Jiyoung shifts forward slightly and extends his wings, which were currently a shade of blondish white, like his hair.

She reaches out and his wings, now tinged with pink. They seem to melt at her touch, and Jiyoung shuts his eyes, trying not to move. A seemingly electric current flies through the air as Sora shylymoves on to Jiyoung’s perfect enhanced collarbone. Her hands slide down the front of his shirt, and she feels his muscular chest and his clothed, yet still rigid abdomen. She seems mystified and curious, until she sees how heavily Jiyoung is breathing.

“I’m sorry. This is hard for you, isn’t it?” she says drawing back.

Jiyoung takes a deep breath and shakes his head, telling Sora it is okay to go on.

Instead of moving down, Sora places her hand on his cheek, feeling the angular collarbones that seem to stretch to his gorgeous eyes and long eyelashes. She takes a finger and traces the patterns of his eyebrows, and nose, over and cover, and she gives out a little giggle as Jiyoung sneezes cutely.

Then her finger moves down to trace Jiyoung’s lips, but she only does this once. The she lowers her lips on his and gently kisses him. Jiyoung’s eyes flutter open, and he kisses her back.

At first their kiss was soft and gentle, small pecks and smiles in between, but then it grew more and more passionate, as Sora tangled her hands in Jiyoung hair, and Jiyoung placed his hands on her waist.

They kissed and kissed, trying to make up for all that time when they were in love with each other, but not ready for each other.

Eventually they stopped to breathe.

“Not…. Scary? Am I?” Jiyoung asked panting.

“No. I love you. I am not afraid of you.” Sora says gasping.

“I love you too” Jiyoung breathed.

And they both lay down together, hands entwined. Jiyoung’s chin resting on Sora’s head. And Sora’s head leaning against Jiyoung’s chest.  They fell asleep together peacefully, and for the first time in her life Sora didn’t have a single nightmare as she slept.
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