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ART OF WAR: CH. 1

PROLOGUE:

Genre: BTS!, AssassinReader!AU, AssassinGuild!AU, Fluff, Ship to be determined, possible future smut?

Warnings: Language, Topics of forced surgery (no gory details), child abuse, death, killing, rape (will be outlined specifically in the section that it is in, will be skippable for audiences that do not wish to read said explicit content), imprisonment.

Author’s Note: Hey guys! :) I’ve decided to get back on the writing train with all this inspiration from the new album! Members of BTS are not mentioned in this first chapter but no worries next chapter we will meet the boys!

HOPE YOU ENJOY! :D

Leave a comment or feedback to let me know your thoughts!

SEOUL 9:45PM

Waking up in an underground decrepit hospital bed isn’t quite the freedom that you were picturing in your mind. Dusting your fingertips across the dingy fabric that blanketed the hospital bed; you decided to look around. Plucking the IV from your arm made your heart skip a beat from the painful memories that came rushing in.

Countless surgeries, constantly going under the knife to get surgically implanted with the technology your father asked for. Nothing was ever enough; there was no line to be drawn. It started small; simple bionics to strengthen your human reflexes. Simple reflexive bionics turned to structured bionics. Then the loss of your arm, leg, and left eye in your first assassin’s games prompted larger surgeries. Now you were almost completely a bionic person, the one and only. A completely bionic arm, leg, and now both eyes with other technology running throughout your body in various areas for functionality; you were a killing machine. A killing machine with a human brain that wanted nothing to do with harming others, but it’s what father wanted, and still wants, so it is so.

Shuddering from the thoughts swimming through your head you get off the hospital bed and exit the segment of the hospital you were being kept in. Walking down the long corridor; looking for the exit you started to notice how depressing this hospital really felt. Many of the people that were laying in the hospital beds looked near death. The whole hospital had a dark vibe throughout it and you were set on getting the hell out.

Opening the door at the end of the corridor, you are met with a large open room filled with hospital beds, dying patients, and the scurrying nurses and doctors attempting to help them in any way they could.

“Y/N!” “It’s so good to see you up and about after the blow you took this time!” Doctor Tobi Fenshire shouted from across the room; waving his arms frantically.

You couldn’t help but smile upon hearing a familiar voice. Of course, Dr. Fenshire may be the doctor that conducted all your surgeries in the first place, but he was only following your father’s orders; you couldn’t fault him for it. Dr. Fenshire is the director of underground medical; a sub-organization your father has under his thumb. Working for the American Assassin Faction: Art Of War, for the entirety of your life; you and Dr. Fenshire have run into each other too many times.

“Your wounds were pretty deep, but nothing you haven’t recovered from in the past. Mind divulging what occurred this time? Or will that always be a secret? I would love to hear some of your stories.” Dr. Fenshire inquired as you approached him; going for a friendly hug as greeting.

“As much as I’d love to tell you Dr. Fenshire, you are aware that I cannot. Anyways, how’s Cyrus? What is his current condition? Don’t tell me that I almost got myself killed for him to have him die on my ass.” You muttered with an unpleasant tone given the subject matter.

“Now Y/N, I told you to just call me Tobi, I’ve known you since you were a little girl; nothing electronic inside ya!” He joked as you glared at him; clearing his throat he continued “Cyrus is in a stable condition for now but he took quite a number so he’s been relocated back to the states.” “As for you, welcome to Seoul, South Korea!” He offered with a lighthearted smile; opening his arms in welcome. You offered him a scoff in response. “Hey, I wouldn’t be happy about being suddenly relocated either, but you know how your father gets.” Tobi added with a serious tone.

“Yeah, suppose it is,” you offered. “Well hopefully I can tell you a few stories sometime soon that I am reunited with Tobi the Great,” you giggled; lightheartedly hitting his chest.

“There she is!” Tobi giggled; floofing your hair with his lengthy fingers. “Ah but I must get back to my patients,” he adds sadly. “We’ll be in touch, new ID, papers, and phone at the front desk,” He finished with a smile; motioning with his finger to the office.

Approaching the front desk, you find that your reputation does not precede you when the receptionist gets wide-eyed and flustered upon your arrival. “Oh-Uh Ms. Y/L/N! Uh- here’s your papers, uh-phone and ID! Your housing arrangements have already been made- oh and your stuff should be there by the end of the week-Have a nice day!” The receptionist spat out and you couldn’t help but smirk at her from her flustered state.

“Thank you so much… Clara, you’ve been a great help,” You flirted while reading her name; her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. Collecting your effects and pulling out the housing information you begin to read whilst walking out of the building.