“Stop.”

Yoongi gulped. He has been preparing for this moment for a long time. He was ready.

“No.”

The agent was surprised. Everyone knew that resisting was useless. “Stop your anarchist movement.”

It was time. His moment was finally coming.

“No.”

It all happened too fast. One foot after another. Before they knew it he was already on the DDR special car that was waiting for him. Three more people had escaped with him.

The driver turned to the new passengers. A big smile on a face full of scars and a ‘welcome to the revolution’ were their welcome gift.