Acception and Declaration

' It doesn't make sense.'

Jin spoke softly as he placed the dishes on the dinning table, careful not to disrupt the rising tension at the table.

' I don't see the problem with her.'

Taehyung quietly voiced his opinion as he reached over for the bread in the basket. Ignoring the glares from the other six he nibbled on the stale food, crumbs falling into his lap.

' You don't see the problem? Are you fucking stupid or something she could kill us at any given moment.'

' If she was going to kill any of us she would have already. She already put Jin on his ass.'

'Oi! Language'

' Sorry Jin Hyung.'

' Maybe Taehyung's right.'

' How can you be so trusting of an assassin for our enemy.'

The table grew silent over the pale boys words each thinking about the girls intentions. It had occurred to each and every one of them that she might try to manipulate them,make them grow weak so she could execute them in an instant yet to Taehyung it seemed impossible. Widow had undoubtedly saved his life and set him free, he had no reason not to trust her, after all if she wanted to kill him she would have with no hesitation.

That's what her reputation is.

Kill without mercy.

' My, I really am talk of the table.'

Seven heads turned to the source of the noise. Widow stood in the door frame, resting tiredly against the wood. For once her body wasn't cloaked, her skin tight outfit on show to the naked eye. Her mask however remained glued to her face only highlighting the blueness of her eyes.

' What are you doing here?'

The girl shrugged her shoulders dismissively, erecting herself off the wall as she made her way slowly behind Taehyung at the foot of the table.

' It's not like I can just walk back into the Princess' bedroom without completing my mission first.'

Her fingers gently graced Taehyung's neck creating a slicing movement with her forefinger. If Taehyung had felt threatened by her approach he would have shivered at the touch but instead dispute her being cold her touch seemed to burn away at his body and he found himself subconsciously leaning into her touch.

The other six members watched carefully as the girl threatened them dismissing the look on the boys face. Each of them were prepared to strike if it meant protecting their member after all they were family.

' What is your mission.'

Her laughter was cold yet held a hint of sadness that Taehyung could sense as he whipped his head backwards to look at her. In his eyes she seemed just like him. Like his brothers. Yet he seemed to be the only one that saw it.

' Kill Taehyung.'

Those words were ones that sent a knife flying through the air pinning into the oak of the door. Taehyung jumped in his seat as he differentiated his sight from the target and the attacker.

'What the fuck was that for?'

' Are you fucking kidding me right now? Have you gone deaf or something she literally just threatened to kill you.'

The girl fingers weaves through Taehyung's hair as he continued to confront the brown haired boy. She made no effort to hide her actions or retaliate with a knife of her own it would be pointless to even try.

' If she was going to kill me she wouldn't have saved me.'

Taehyung's déclaration seemed to startle the elders of the group as they glared at each other in confusion.

' Why would she have to save you?'

Taehyung bit the inside of his cheek as he glanced quickly at Namjoon his analytical eyes already scanning for an answer.

' I kinda ... sorta got lost in the underground and ended up downtown where someone came to attack me, Widow killed him but spared me despite her mission.'

To the five of them nothing made sense, but it was obvious enough that they would only get more questions than answers if they dared to ask.

' Where was Jimin throughout this?'

All eyes swirved to the names male who was swirling a glass of liquid in his hand staring idly into the mixture. The table was quiet enough to hear him gulp audible breaking the tension that filled the atmosphere.

' He was on Main Street asking around for Taehyung.'

Widow spoke softly and all eyes once more darted to her presence. Jimin felt the guilt rack at his rib cage as his eyes connected with her own, sharing a knowing look. He couldn't help but feel conflicted and afraid, his stupidity had almost gotten his brother killed and he never even knew but worst of all he was saved by their enemy.

Or so he believed.

' How would you know this?'

She shrugged her shoulders once more, pulling her fingers from Taehyung's hair and squeezing his shoulders gently.

' I'm an assassin Kim, the answer should be simple for an intellect like yourself.'

An eerie silence overcame them, not one sound echoed between them. Nobody knew what to say, with Widow present nothing would ever be the 'normal' for them again, they had to be constantly on guard waiting for a strike at any moment.

The scraping of wood against wood drafted through the air as Widow dragged the stool from behind the counter to the table, sitting down with a heavy thump and crossing her legs.

' Well now that we are business partners let's get down to the point.'

Her slender fingers hooked around her mask as she adjusted it slightly, a soft hiss emitting from it. The mask was placed subtlety against the top of the table as the girl sighed through parted lips.

' The names MJ and it's a pleasure to be working with you Bangtan.'