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byeoltoyuki · 5 years ago

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Release my heart ⇾ Ch.3

↳ Pairing: Jimin x You

❧ Genre : Fluff / Smut / angst / gang au

❧ Warnings : mention of murder, violence

❧ Words: +11k

❧ Summary: Your world is turned upside down when your father decides to sell you to the infamous gang in order to pay his debts.

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You didn’t know for how long you were asleep but the moment you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was the empty spot beside you; Jimin was gone.

You didn’t move, didn’t blink, you just stared at the pillow where you swore not long ago Jimin was resting. You reached out to touch the pillow; it felt warm under your palm which only confirmed your doubt. Jimin had left not long ago.

You grabbed his pillow and brought it closer, burying your face in the pillow; you inhaled his scent that was still there. In all honesty, you didn’t know how you felt now that he was gone. Relieved because you wouldn’t need to face him and his change of heart? Disappointed because you expected something? Sad? You scoffed at this ridiculous thought and yet, you would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t feeling a tiny bit sad. You knew, of course, that in a place like this you couldn’t mean something (and you didn’t really want to) to a man like Jimin, but still you wanted his words to be true.

With a long and tired sigh, you lifted the blanket, ready to get out of the bed and go back to your room (or at least try to), but your eyes lingered on your thighs. With all the biting, you expected to see some marks, except it wasn’t just two or three, but more like dozens of them.

"Asshole." You muttered to yourself.

Jimin made sure you would remember to who you belonged. Was it comforting? Not so sure. You didn’t like the idea of belonging to someone; you were a free woman, with a mind of your own, or at least you used to. But belonging to Jimin wouldn’t be a bad thing, you supposed. You wondered if Jimin really meant it. Did he really want to keep you for himself? If he did and you hoped he did, that would be a good thing. Or at least it would make the whole thing a little bit more acceptable. You could accept being used by him. You could accept being his toy. And hey, maybe it would lead you to a way to escape!

With a long and tired sigh, you decided that you couldn’t just stay in this room. You jumped from the bed, put back your dress and started walking towards the door. But the moment you grabbed the knob, you hesitated. You glanced over your shoulder at the now messy red sheets, images of Jimin flooded your mind.

Stop it, you told yourself. Sleep was what you truly needed and as for thinking about the time with Jimin, it could definitely wait till the morning. With this thought on mind, you left the room.

The halls were empty, not like you expected to see anyone at this ungodly hour of the night. Maybe some girls were already back in their rooms, maybe some were still with their clients, in the end it didn’t matter as long as you could get back to your room without trouble. Except, you weren’t that familiar with the halls yet. You never really had the chance to wander around the place and they hadn’t thought about giving you a map. What for right?

You tried to remember the last time you were brought from your room to this place, it wasn’t supposed to be hard to remember but the dim light and all the halls looking the same to you did confuse your tired mind.

You wished Yoojin was with you but you guessed she had her own client to entertain.

After five minutes of wandering around, you realized that there was no way you could find your way back. If only you had paid more attention to the road last time, it would have avoided you the trouble. But soon enough, you not finding the way back to your room became the least of your problem. Someone had been following you. Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized till you halted that you weren’t alone anymore. No, there was definitely someone lurking in the shadows.

You held your breath, heart roaring in your ears as panic spread inside your guts. Who was it? What if it was some kind of creep that left one of the room and on his way out found you? What if he found you at his taste and wanted something from you?

No Y/N, you need to toughen up, you told yourself as your hand squeezed into a fist, tightly till your knuckles turned white. You refused to succumb to panic. Not again. You resumed your walking, trying desperately to control your body. Harder to do than to say. Your legs kept trembling and so did your hands, whoever was following you couldn’t have missed out this fact, you believed.

Lost and tired, there wasn’t much you could do in the end by yourself. So you stopped. Taking a deep breath, you did the only thing you could: face your fear. So you did, you turned around only to bump into a firm chest. Before you could even react, you were pushed gently against the wall. You shut your eyes tightly, refusing to face whoever had you trapped against the wall.

And here you thought things couldn’t get worse.

A man chuckled. “You’re cute.”

The sound of such a deep, soothing voice forced you to crack open one eye just to make sure that the man wasn’t some kind of creep. And what a man! A handsome one, just like Jimin, and so out of place. Just like Jimin. You stared blankly at him, lost in your contemplation.

“Who are you?” There was a trace of fear and uncertainty in your voice. Was he a threat? Was he just passing by?

But the man didn’t answer, instead he grasped your chin and tilted it up, staring right into your eyes, making your breath hitch in your throat and your heart beat faster. Never in your life had you met someone with such deep and intense eyes. With one simple glance he could silence someone, you believed. Despite his handsome face, he was intimidating and inspired fear. At least you felt like that.

“Huh. I know Jimin is territorial but I must say he had outdone himself this time.” He commented as his eyes traveled from your face to your neck. He tilted your face, exposing your neck to his eyes.

“How do you-“

He freed your chin and moved his face close to yours, his warm breath fanning over your lips. You blinked and pressed yourself to the wall hoping it could help you to avoid his proximity. In vain obviously, but your attempt made him smirk.

“I was supposed to be your client for the night.” He admitted and took a step back to let you breathe. For that, you silently thanked him and put a hand over your chest, feeling your heart pounding against your ribs. You counted till ten and exhaled. Only then his words fully dawned on you.

“What?”

“Surprise?” He laughed heartily and ruffled his hair (those curls were too damn tempting, you thought, and wondered what it would be like to rake you fingers through his hair).

“Why then?”

“Why?" He repeated, sounding almost as if he was mocking you, as if the answer was obvious. Which clearly wasn’t. "Jimin asked me nicely to fuck off and since I’m a nice friend I agreed. Though now," And he eyed you from head to toes, "I’m regretting it.”

You couldn’t tell whenever this man was joking or not. One moment he looked at you like you were a prey and the next he would be laughing, looking almost childish and like a good guy. What a weirdo.

“And yet, here you are, following me in the middle of the night.”

“Maybe I’m a little curious about you.” He winked playfully. “I liked your little show by the way.”

You chewed on your cheek. It was a tricky situation. Maybe he was just curious and would let you go back to your room (not like you still knew the way back) if you satisfy his curiosity, that would be the best outcome for you. But maybe, he wanted exactly what Jimin had. You didn’t want that.

The young man slid his fingers along your arm, feather-like touches, you got goosebumps all over your body. Yes, he wanted something more than just answers. But you were done for tonight, you decided. You tried to slap his hand away from you but he was faster than you thought (you should have guessed that if he knew Jimin, then, he wasn’t just a random client that had decided to mess with you) and pinned your wrist above your head.

“Did you fight Jimin too?” He licked his lips and your eyes followed the movement of his tongue which was a very bad idea since it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Who are you?” You asked instead.

It was a foolish attempt but to your biggest surprise, he actually answered. “Kim Taehyung, my lady. You should remember my name.”

You noted it in back of your mind. Something told you that even if you managed to escape this uncomfortable situation, it wouldn’t be the end either.

“And what do you want from me, Taehyung?”

“Oh doll. I like how my name sounds coming from your pretty lips.” He licked his lips (was it a habit, you wondered)as his eyes eyes looked down on your lips, imagining already what those pretty mouth could do. “How about a blowjob?”

“Get lost.” Oddly enough, you managed to answer without even blinking.

“How sad.”

You didn’t think he could surprise you again. But he did. Taehyung freed you and pouted. This man, the one who managed to intimidate you, to overpower you with one simple glance, was actually pouting because you said no to a damn blowjob. Were all the guys in this place weird? It seemed so.

“You’re just as weird as Jimin.”

Taehyung burst into laughter at that, clapping his hands as if you had said something extremely funny. “Just so you know, I’m the weirdest between the two of us.”

Yes. No doubt, this guy was weird.

For a second, you relaxed in his presence but quickly regained composure just in case he tried something funny again.

He didn’t. Taehyung smiled at you and stretched his hand for you to take. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You hesitated before deciding to accept his hand. You were too tired to think.

“Nice to meet you too. I guess?”

“I’m the best thing that could have happened to you, baby.”

You cringed at his words and apparently he noticed it too because he laughed heartily and squeezed your hand harder.

“Come on. Let me bring you to your room. Never knows what kind of creeps you can meet in those halls.”

“Are you talking about yourself?”

✼

"Rise and shine sunshine!" Yoojin barged into your room (without forgetting to knock), before beaming happily at you.

You cracked one eye open, looked at her and decided that the best thing to do was to completely ignore her and snuggle back to your very soft blanket. That was your initial plan. At least until Yoojin grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it completely from you.

"Yoojin!" You groaned in protest, trying desperately to grab your blanket before it was out of your reach. You grasped the edge but one strong pull from Yoojin and the blanket escaped from your grasp and fell on the floor. And here you thought you could sleep some more. "What the heck?"

Yoojin was ready to answer to that question and probably tease you, but then, her eyes fell on your exposed legs and instead she frowned. "What the heck?" Only then, Yoojin took a proper look at you. Your legs weren't the only place that grabbed her attention. "Guess someone had a wild night." She ended up smiling and sat on the bed. "Want to talk about it?"

Did you want? A part of you did indeed want to share a piece of your mind but another part told you to be wary even with Yoojin, no matter how nice she was.

You shrugged before stretching like a cat and yawning. "Nothing much to say. I did my job."

"Fine by me. But if one day you need to talk to someone, my door is open." Yoojin said with a smile, accepting the fact that you didn't want to talk about it. "Let's have breakfast?"

"Here?"

"There is actually a kitchen."

"Seriously?"

There was so much about this place that you still didn't know.

You agreed without thinking twice.

Yoojin gave you twenty minutes to get ready before coming back for you. You rushed to take a hot , very much needed shower. Twenty minutes later (and barely on time), you were clean and dressed in an oversized t-shirt that you had found in your new closet and a pair of jeans.

"Let’s go." Yoojin welcomed you in the hall and showed the way. This time, and just to make sure that last night never happen again, you forced yourself to remember every details, every halls, stairs you took.

"How big is this place actually?" You asked while your eyes wandered all around the place. "I remember Jack brought me to the highest level to see Jimin but I was too scared to pay attention to the floor."

"Right." She approved, finding it silly that she hadn’t explained it earlier to you. "There are twelve floors and three undergrounds levels. You’ve already seen the level two with the bar, the first level is for our job."

"What’s on third?"

"Better not to ask."

You took it as some dark business was going in there and you should indeed not ask if you didn’t want even more trouble. You didn’t, so you didn’t pry.

"Some of the floors are for us. Compared to other brothel, they take care of us - I know it’s hard to believe but they do. We have the second, third and fifth floor for us. The kitchen and the rest room is on fifth floor by the way. As for the rest floors, I’m not sure for all of them but there are definitely more rooms for Jimin and his peers. Probably some training rooms too."

In other words, this place was huge.

"Why would they have everything in one building?" It was unusual and seemed weird to you.

"What make you think it’s the only building?"

"Right. Silly of me."

"You should really consider being nice to Jack and the others. Being loyal to them has its perks." Yoojin insisted. "If you prove your loyalty, they will give you more freedom. Of course, you won’t be able to go back to your normal life but they’ll let you go out, do shopping, eat outside."

"Seriously?" It took you off guard; you tilted your head, having a hard time to believe that it never caused them trouble by letting their girls out. "Don’t tell me, none of them tried to escape?"

Yoojin crinkled up her nose at the rather unpleasant memory, a memory it took her months to forget; she wasn’t thrilled at the idea of sharing it with you but you needed to be warned. "One tried." She stopped walking and fully faced you. "It got ugly. They set an example for the others."

A little bird told you that ugly was an understatement.

"Mina was her name. She stayed with us for maybe three months? She was rather pretty, I guess, and worked hard. But when she had the chance, she got back to her family. Of course, they brought her back."

"Did they kill her?" You gulped hard, nervous.

"Death would have been better for her." Yoojin sadly said. "They brought her family too. Killing her would have been useless, so they made her watch as they wiped out her whole family including her little brother who was what? Six? She begged them, but they didn’t listen." She stopped to breathe, closing her eyes for a short moment. "They never do."

"What did they do to her?" There was another question at the tip of your tongue. Was Jimin the one to make the decision? Highly possible.

"They let her live. Even if I’m not sure ‘live’ would be the right word. She was sold to another brothel and believe me, those guys are the worst. I’m sure she’s an empty and soulless shell."

It was awful, terrifying, traumatizing experience really. No wonder, none of them tried to outsmart them after this woman’s case. You should rethink about your own decision; it was dangerous, not only for you but for your loved one. You couldn’t imagine how this woman felt watching her loved one being killed one by one. Despair? Heartbreak? Devastation? Probably so much more. You were sure of one thing: you didn’t want to experience it, ever.

"So, make sure to never betray their trust. It’s the only advice I can give you."

Noted, you were about to say but then something else crossed your mind.

"Are you saying that they will accept to give me some freedom if I do my job right? Even to someone like me?" You asked one more time just to make sure that you understood, no, because it was hard to believe that they would let you out.

Yoojin didn't get a chance to confirm it, and you weren't so sure she would have; the door to the lift opened and you both froze at the sight of two men. Jimin and another(way older than Jimin) man you had never seen. However you barely looked at the other man, your eyes instantly looking at Jimin. You didn't think you would see him so soon, especially not when the images of last night were still so vivid.

Jimin, on the other hand, looked pleased with your sudden apparition, grinning widely at you, his eyes were on you and only you (which was weird, considering Yoojin was there).

Yoojin cleared her throat, rather awkwardly. "We'll take the next one."

But before the doors could close, Jimin blocked the doors with his hand. "No, there's enough room for all of us."

You glanced nervously at Yoojin, hoping she could say no (as if someone could ever say no to Jimin), but she only sighed and got inside, leaving you no choice but follow her steps.

Yoojin stood by the older man while you had to stand beside Jimin. Your whole body tensed at the proximity, it was too close, too soon, and feeling the warmth emanating from Jimin's body only made things worse. You wished the floor could open under your feet and swallow you whole, you wanted to get out as far as possible from the man. But there was no way out.

To distract yourself from the tension in the air, you counted in your head, but all efforts were ruined barely a second later when Jimin's hand brushed lightly yours. It was enough to make you shudder and stop breathing. You glanced nervously to the side, to see if any other occupant had noticed the gesture - none of them did. The man was just as tensed as you, you noticed, but obviously for different reasons, while Yoojin blankly stared at the door.

You hoped Jimin would behave and stop with just a brush of his hand. He didn't. His fingers stroked softly your arm, up and down, getting you worked up for no reason. You bit on your lips in order to control your body, to control your roaring heart but without much success.

Bloody hell, why can't you stop, Jimin. It occurred to you that Jimin's new hobby seemed to be pushing all your buttons, watching you silently squirm and curse him, knowing all too well that there was nothing you could do. Nothing you would dare to say while there were others around you.

Fortunately for you, the lift stopped at the fifth floor and Yoojin grabbed your arm and pulled you without saying anything, not even a 'see your later' or a 'goodbye'. Quite rude in your opinion and quite unusual for her too.

"Yoojin." Jimin's voice made you both halt in your tracks and you felt Yoojin's grip around your arm tightening. It was borderline painful but somehow you managed not to show it.

There was something going on, something you didn't understand about Jimin and Yoojin's relationship - it made you curious. You glanced over your shoulder only to see Jimin's frown, lips set in a hard line, irritation pricking at him.

"Come to see me after breakfast." With that the door closed on them.

Now that was intense.

"Yoojin, can you let go of my arm now?" You asked softly

Your words did it work - she jolted as if you had burnt her. Looking back at your arm, she spotted the very visible, red, handprint.

"I'm so sorry!" She rushed to apologize, guilt written all over her face.

"Don't mention it." You dismissed his apology and smiled. "What's up with you and Jimin? Are you in trouble?"

You thought, so far, Yoojin wasn't hard to read; she was easy-going, very straight forward, caring and had a rather good aura around her. And yet, now that you were looking at her, she seemed like a whole different person.

Apparently, Jimin was a sensitive subject for her.

"Doesn't matter." She resumed her walking.

She couldn’t make it any clearer. You would be lying if you said you weren’t curious, you could only imagine what could have happened between Yoojin and Jimin but something told you that all your theories were far from the truth. You shrugged to yourself and decided not to pry.

The kitchen was nothing like the kitchen you had pictured in your mind. It was huge, modern, animated and very bright which was such a huge contrast with this place. Feet rooted to the floor, your eyes wandered all around the place, admiring the big room. Many girls had gathered in the room; some were laying on the couches by the windows, some were having their breakfast by the tables. But they all had one thing in common: looking tired as hell. No needed to be a genius to guess that most of them had a rough night and on some it showed more than others.

One girl caught your attention. Instead of drinking coffee or tea like would do any normal human being, she was drinking something that awfully looked like whiskey. It took you aback but only for a second. A proper look on her was all it took to understand her state; a large handprint around her neck.

Yoojin who had noticed that you weren’t following her around glanced at you and quickly realized what was going through your mind. "It happens from time to time."

It shouldn’t sound so normal, so casual like nobody cared. This woman could have been dead by now but apparently you were the only one feeling concerned.

"And what does Jack say?" You asked despite knowing already the answer.

"Nothing. Whoever was the client paid for her, we have no saying and Jack doesn't care." Yoojin thought for a moment. "He cares for some of us." And the perfect example walked through the door, much to Yoojin’s dismay (she did silently hoped not to see this woman). "Her." She discretely pointed at the young woman. "This is Suah, Jimin’s favorite toy which makes her above many of us and off limits. If something happens to her, well, I wouldn’t want to be in Jack’s shoes."

Now that you saw her, it wasn’t that hard to imagine Jimin liking her, scratch that, no men could possibly ignore her. Everything about her was attractive. Body? Check. Face? Check. Beautiful, long, wavy red hair that framed a heart shaped face. Chestnut eyes that would have been beautiful to you if it wasn’t for the way they shone as they wandered around the place, judging everybody.

Yoojin groaned as Suah’s eyes met hers; the confrontation was now inevitable. You weren’t sure how you felt about meeting her, but at least it gave you the chance to make your own opinion on the woman.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Were you avoiding me, Yoojin?" Suah shook her head in feign deception.

"Now why would I?" She gave a bitter laugh and rolled her eyes.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe because I stole so easily your spot?" Suah laughed, obviously proud of what she had managed to do.

You didn't know what was up between the two women but seeing how proud and arrogant Suah acted was enough for you to decide that you weren't fond of this woman.

Sensing your eyes on her, Suah looked at you, quirking a brow and quickly realizing who you were. Not like it was very hard considering the fact that she knew all the faces around this place.

"You must be the newbie. How was it? Your first time, I mean."

It was a simple question that shouldn't have annoyed you so much but it did, probably because of the way she asked it, looking all smug as if she knew it was probably unbearable for you.

Jimin's toy huh?

"Actually, it was good since it was with Jimin." You answered nonchalantly, holding her gaze with just as much intensity. "He took good care of me." And you weren't lying, Jimin did indeed take care of you.

Suah's smirk vanished from her pretty face at your words as if you had poured a bucket of cold water over her head. "Is that so?"

Unable to think of a proper comeback, she shrugged and left you alone.

"Seems to me like someone is offended." You told Yoojin. "So, how about this breakfast? I'm starving."

After breakfast, there wasn’t much you could do to busy yourself. It sucked and the boredom was slowly killing you. You weren’t the kind of person who could stay in your room for days without doing much. There were, of course, days you could do it but it didn’t happen that often. No, you were the type of person to go out whether it was for a meal with your friends or alone; a coffee shop, library, anything to busy yourself.

But here? What exactly were you supposed to do? You envied the girls that could actually go out. Maybe one day you would be able too.

As for now, there was only one thing that came out to your mind: visit the place. Jack had never said anything about not wandering around and after Yoojin’s explanation, let’s say you got a little curious about the place.

You decided to start your exploration from ground zero, trying to remember everything Yoojin had told you about the place and the details about every floors. You weren't surprised to meet two quite impressive guards by the main door, both of the men looked your way, suspicious for a second (or maybe they had already heard about the newbie who tried to fly), weighting the risks of you trying to force your way to escape. You, of course, had no intention on trying. Not yet. You waved your hand to say hi and turned your back to them, but before doing so you saw their bewildered faces. They clearly didn't expect that which made you chuckle and go your way.

You wandered around the ground floor, not knowing what really to expect. Some doors were, sadly for you, closed but some weren't but nothing exciting inside, just offices. Boring, you thought.

Until you came upon a door much bigger and larger than others. It made you halt before it and stare. You glanced behind to make sure that nobody was here to guard it and once sure, you pushed the door. But what you found inside was beyond imagination. A huge wooden deck that led to a garden.

What is a garden doing in a place like this?? It confused you but you didn't waste a second and stepped inside, closing the door behind you so nobody would see you.

The place was absolutely breathtaking and you wondered why Yoojin forgot to mention something this huge and beautiful. Didn't they spend some times here? It was so relaxing.

The deck itself was surrounded by big plants, some you recognized, some you didn't, and in the middle of it there was a table, chairs and on the side a bench with cushions on it. It made you wonder who decorated this place. Can't picture Jimin gardening or relaxing here.

You walked slowly around the place, eyes going from one place to another until your feet led you to the garden itself. A small fountain stood in the middle which only added to the eerie a peaceful atmosphere.

Whoever was taking care of this place was a genius you decided. There was such a big varieties of plants and trees growing in there, some even rare which you had seen only in magazines. You spotted a range of bat flower which you recognized by their unique shape and color. They were even prettier than on pictures.

You didn't even have time to get up that you spotted beside a row of guinea hen flowers this time.

"Well, hello there." You smiled to the flowers, eyes shining brightly at all the marvelous flowers. "You're all too pretty for a place like this."

As you spoke to the flowers, you found yourself wishing that you knew who was behind this fascinating place, just so you could beg this person to let you spend time here and maybe help out. You wouldn’t mind spending your time gardening, it was a honorable job.

"At least you don’t feel alone." You spoke to the flowers, envying a little that they were all together while you were left alone.

"And who are you?" A rough voice echoed from behind you, startling you as you fell right on your butt. "Sorry, I didn’t want to scare you."

Note for yourself: start paying attention to your surroundings instead of daydreaming.

Despite your initial shock, you quickly recovered and got back on your feet with a little help from the stranger who had outstretched his hand for you to take. He pulled you to your feet with so much ease, it was disconcerting. But you weren’t that surprised either. Now that you stood just in front of him, you realized just how tall he was, towering over you so easily.

"So? Who are you?" He asked more gentler, giving you a comforting smile (that showed adorable dimples on his face) to make you more at ease.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, regaining your composure. "I’m Y/N." And you was on the tip of your tongue but you held back. Did you actually want to know who he was? Whoever he was, he was obviously part of Jimin’s business and you weren’t particularly avid of meeting more of them.

His eyes, however, at the mention of your name lightened up. He had heard of you, there was no doubt about it which, you weren’t so sure, was a good thing. Warily, you took two steps back, a part of you ready to escape at the first sign of danger. If there was any.

"Don’t be scared." He read through you. "I’m Kim Namjoon."

"And a friend of Jimin, I suppose?"

He smiled at that. "You suppose well."

This Namjoon’s behavior was odd. Not as odd as Taehyung’s on your first encounter, but it was still odd. He acted calm, composed, was smiling and acting nice. This was specious. All alarms in your head rang in alert, telling you to be very careful and watch out for your words.

"Then Y/N, what are you doing in my garden?" Namjoon asked

"It’s yours?" Now that was a good new, maybe it wasn’t such a bad encounter after all. But then you paused and eyed him from head to toe. "You don’t strike me as a gardener."

Namjoon laughed at that. "You’re right. Sadly, I don’t have enough time to take care of my kids."

You had to bite back the ‘aw’ that was about to leave your mouth. This big man, a gangster on top of that, considered those flowers as his kids. But Namjoon saw right through you; he crossed his arms over his chest, feigning being offended with your reaction. "Oh, laugh all you want, lady, but it’s true, those flowers, trees, I was the one who planted them."

"Really?"

Namjoon nodded his head and approached a bush of red roses. "I’ve always loved gardening and I used to have time for them. Now I have to appoint someone to do the work for me."

It was all you needed to hear - you didn’t let him finish and grabbed his arm with both your hands. "Can I do it for you?"

When Namjoon had heard of you for the first time, he didn’t think much about it. You weren’t the first one to grab Jimin’s attention and you wouldn’t be the last. When Jimin had told him that you made him feel something, he didn’t believe it either. And yet, now that he saw you, looking with hopeful big eyes, he reconsidered.

"Why would you want to do that?" He fully turned to look at you instead of his roses.

"I don’t like this place." He quirked a brow at that, seeming amused. "Oh don’t look at me like that. It’s true. I don’t like it here. I don’t know how the others can stay in their room for the whole day- I can’t. But I can’t go out either, I know that. It’s driving me crazy not being able to feel useful. And this?" You spread your arms widely to show the whole place. "It’s beautiful, peaceful but lonely too. If you’re telling the truth, I bet the person who you appointed to this task doesn’t even like it as much as you do and flowers can feel it. I want to take care of them, talk to them."

Fascinating, Namjoon thought. Your words hit close to home. Indeed, Johnny wasn’t very pleased with this task, in fact, he wished he could have burnt the garden long ago. He was a killer, not a damn gardener and of course Namjoon knew how he felt about it too. But here you were, a tiny, interesting woman, asking for work and giving him good reasons to give it to you.

"Please."

"Fine. But one one condition." Namjoon approved.

At this point, you didn’t care what his condition was as long as you had a way to escape from your boredom. "Anything."

Namjoon smirked at that, playfully. "You shouldn’t say anything. What if I have ill intention?"

He was right but you had a hard time to believe that someone who loved so much his garden could actually be evil (he clearly could, considering he was working in this place too). "I don’t think you do."

"And you’re right." He admitted. "You need to keep it secret. About this place, about me."

You raised a brow, taken aback with his request. Why would he want to keep it a secret? You shrugged and didn’t pry - you were too happy with the outcome.

"Fair enough!"

"Then we have a deal, Y/N."

When you opened the door to your room, you had only one thing on mind: sleep. Although this thought didn't linger; Jimin was in your room and more exactly laying on your bed and scrolling on his phone.

It wasn't an unpleasant sight or surprise. In fact, if you ignored the fact that he was your very dangerous boss, it would have looked like your boyfriend was waiting for you. Except Jimin was anything but your boyfriend.

"What are you doing here, Jimin?" You walked to the bed, your hands placed on your hips as you tried to look composed and stern. As if it would work on Jimin.

"Why? Can't I say hi?" He answered without looking up from his phone.

Rude.

"You saw me this morning."

"And so?"

You had nothing to answer to that. There was no logic and you didn't want to think of a proper comeback.

You didn't need to. Jimin's next question explained pretty well his presence. "How did you manage to upset Suah the moment you meet her?"

You could make a whole list of reasons of why you didn't like this woman but Jimin's presence only confirmed Yoojin's words: Suah was Jimin's favorite toy and was untouchable. You couldn’t believe she went to Jimin to complain about you (you actually didn’t remember giving her a reason to complain about you, yet).

You pressed your lips together and simply stared at him trying not to scoff at his question. "Do you want to hear my reasons or do you prefer a lie?"

It finally got his attention. Jimin looked up from his phone and cocked a brow at you. You never ceased to amuse him. Truth was, Jimin could easily guess your reasons, he had seen how Suah behaved with those she considered weak and bellow her. "Entertain me."

"Your choice." You shrugged, "She was rude and was a bitch to Yoojin."

Jimin chuckled and shook his head. "You picked a side then." He moved to the side of the bed to get closer to you. "You shouldn't though. Not in a place like this." He sat, legs spread wide enough for you to stand in between which you did willingly.

"It doesn't change the fact that she was rude and arrogant." Actually, talking about her was enough to make you scowl and sulk. You didn’t want to think and even less talk about her when you were in a rather good mood thanks to Namjoon. "And why the hell she assumed, quite proudly I’d add, that I had a terrible first time. It was as if she wanted me to have a bad first time."

Jimin chuckled, finding it quite endearing how you scowled, nose scrunching at the memory. His fingers slid along your wrist before wrapping them around your fingers and bringing them closer to his lips. Eyes fixed on you, he placed soft kissed on each finger, making you gulped hard at the sight, at such intimate gesture. He was making it extremely hard for you; how were you supposed to think straight when he was being so gentle?

"You can’t blame her for thinking it went bad." He commented, his lips lingering on your knuckles.

"No. It’s how she wanted it to be terrible! You should have seen her face when I told her you took care of me." You huffed. There was honestly nothing to be proud of, you gave yourself to a man who wanted to sell you to other men, but you couldn’t help it.

"Y/N."

"You can't make me like her."

"Oh but I'm not trying to. I'm just giving you an advice."

"Heard it. Noted. Next?"

"Next?" Jimin put his hands on your hips and brought you closer to him. "I can think of few things we could do." He finished with a suggestive wiggle of his brows.

Now saying no to him would be highly unwise and yet you weren't in the mood to say yes to his every wish. You circled your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his soft hair. "Me too."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah." You pushed him lightly so he would fall back on the bed but before he could try anything else, you fell on the bed beside him. "Sleep."

Jimin groaned in response, bewildered that you got him so easily, but to your utter surprise instead of protesting and reminding you (not like you needed) one more time who was in charge here, laid beside you, face turned towards you. "Way to ruin the mood."

"Oh I'm sorry, you wanted something else?" You joked, feeling extremely satisfied with his defeated expression.

"I did but now I'm considering sending you downstairs." And by downstairs he implied the club.

"No you won't." You stated. There was no way he would, not when he was getting all comfortable with you.

Jimin huffed in response and rolled closer to you, wrapping an arm around you. "No, I won't. I'm not sharing."

You would be lying if you said that your heart didn't miss a beat. You would be lying if you said his words didn't give you hope. You buried your face into your pillow to hide from Jimin, too scared that your feelings were written all over your face.

It wasn't your style to barge into someone's room, or in this case an office, without knocking, but you were bored, annoyed and confused which made you forget all about your manners.

Two days.

You were left alone for two days. No working, no Jimin and no Jack. You managed to busy yourself with Namjoon’s garden of course, without people noticing it, but it wasn’t enough to occupy a whole day. For this reason, you decided to visit Jack.

Jack was behind his desk, reading what looked like a report and he barely even blinked at your sudden apparition. Actually, he completely ignored your rudeness and you for that matter.

"Jack." You called him and closed the door behind you just in case but he still didn't pay you any attention. But maybe he should have remembered but you were a stubborn one and wouldn't give up so easily.

"Jack." You repeated, crossing your arms over your chest you frowned at him. If he didn't want to talk, you would get more daring (only because you were too bored and it was driving you crazy). "Asshole, look at me when I'm speaking to you!"

That did it work. Jack raised his head, annoyance written all over your face and you had to fight the urge to hide (you did after all call this man an asshole and ordered him around).

"What do you want?" He groaned, "Can't you see I'm busy?"

You could care less. "And I'm bored."

It took him approximately five seconds to proceed your words. "Are you serious?"

"Actually, I am."

"Y/N. Did you just barge in my office, called me asshole just because you're bored?" He asked just to be sure. The nerve.

"And you're slow."

"Don't test my patience." He warned you. He put the report back on his desk however, and crossed his hands on the desk. "What do you expect me to do?"

"I don't know? Ain't I supposed to work? And what am I supposed to do during the day??"

You weren't particularly excited about your work, but you couldn't spend any more days stuck in your room or in the kitchen. They had to give you something.

Jack rubbed his temples, you were giving him a headache with just your presence. He did expect to see you one day or another but he wasn't looking forward for it. What was Jimin even thinking? Should have gotten rid of her.

"Do you want to work?" He asked

"Not really." You admitted, there was no point in lying.

"Then what the hell are you doing here? Shouldn't you be happy that we're not forcing you?"

Isn't it weird though? You wanted to know the reason. Was it because of Jimin? A tiny part of you believed so, but the rational part of you thought it was because of something else.

You sighed in defeat. You didn't want to fight with Jack, it would do you no good. "Can't you give me something to do? Can I help?"

At first, Jack was ready to say 'not, but he reconsidered your offer. He had, after all, a lot on his hands and a little bit of help would be appreciated, but would you be a good help he wasn't so sure.

The decision was, however, made for him. Before he could accept your offer, the door swung open and revealed a very joyful Taehyung. Seeing him in broad daylight hit differently; his hair were a mess of curls, his shirt was half unbuttoned and he was carrying his black jacket in his hand.

Taehyung beamed happily at the sight of you, suddenly forgetting all about whatever he had on mind and definitely forgetting that he had just barged into Jack's office (and almost breaking the door with his kick you might add).

Jack was positively done with both you and Taehyung (you could blame him for the latter).

"Y/N!" Taehyung quickly got by your side, too fast even which made you take at least two steps back just in case he decided to jump on you. "What are you doing here? Bothering Jack?"

"Aren't you the one bothering him?" You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest as you quirked a brow at his unfounded accusation (though he could be right seeing how Jack was ready to murder both of you).

"I never bother Jack!" Taehyung put a hand over his heart, feigning innocent, "Right Jack?"

Jack decided not to answer that for the sake of his own sanity. Dealing with Jimin's mood swings and weird wishes, he could, but dealing with Kim Taehyung? He just couldn't.

"Yeah. Seems convincing." You mocked

"Fine. Maybe you're right." Taehyung conceded unwillingly. "Still, what brings you here?"

"Boredom." You didn't hesitate to say. If Jack couldn't give you something to work on, then maybe, Taehyung would.

Taehyung's whole face lightened at your words and he clapped his hands, liking the idea that crossed his mind. "That's it!"

"Oh I don't like the sound of it." You heard Jack muttering to himself from behind you. You glanced at him before averting your eyes back on Taehyung. Were you about to regret your words? It seemed so.

"How about you come with me shopping?" Taehyung suggested, leaning dangerously close to you. "I wouldn't mind some," he eyed you while licking his lips, "pretty company."

There was no way Kim Taehyung, one of the man obviously responsible for your captivity, had just suggested to do some shopping when you still hadn't proved yourself. Was he testing you?

"Are you out of your mind?" Jack snapped, unable to contain any longer his irritation.

"Relax." Taehyung took a step back from you to look at the man. "Not like she can escape from me. And not like she's going to try, are you love?"

Of course, thinking about a way to escape was on your mind, but one look from Taehyung was enough to shake this thought out of your mind. Yes, he was a strange man. Yes, he seemed careless. But he was still someone not to underestimate.

"This is a bad idea!" Jack protested, losing his composure for good. "She already tried once, Taehyung. Jimin would never agree to this."

"Jimin won't be back before tomorrow. So who cares?"

"I care!"

Taehyung rolled his eyes at him. "Chill. He won't find out. Unless, of course, if you tell him which I believe would be a very dumb thing to do." Then, he completely ignored a very tired, desperate and ready to pull his hair out, Jack, and looked at you. "So?"

"Are you paying?"

To that, Taehyung burst into laughter. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and brought you closer to his side. "Asked so nicely. How can I refuse?"

Once in Taehyung’s car, you had a second thought. Was it really a good idea to go out with him? You desperately wanted to be out of this place but you couldn’t help but feel nervous and wary. Jack wasn’t pleased either from what you had seen and yet he couldn’t stop Taehyung which only proved you that Taehyung was someone important in there.

You glanced nervously at Taehyung as he drove. "You’re not really planning on doing some shopping with me, are you?" You were sure he had better things to do than just distract you from your boredom. There had to be something else on his mind.

But Taehyung only smiled. "Why wouldn’t I?"

You slumped deeper into your seat. "I don’t know. Call it a hunch." Then you realized that Taehyung didn’t try to deny. "Am I wrong?"

He averted his eyes from the road for a mere second but it was enough for your guts to tell you that you were indeed right. There was something else.

"You’ll see."

You didn��t really expect him to bring you to a mall, but he did and to a rather huge one which made you panic. What the hell was he thinking doing? There were security cameras everywhere, it was dangerous and risky (for him obviously to be seen with you) but he didn’t seem to give a damn. No, Taehyung walked like a damn model, hands in his pockets, relaxed and glancing from time to time at some vitrine.

Am I the only one who’s worried??

Before Taehyung could enter a shop, you grabbed his hand and forced him to stop. He looked at you, surprised at first, but then his eyes went back and forth between your face and your hand that was tightly gripping his.

"We should leave." You pleaded him

"Why would we?"

"Cameras everywhere! What if I’m spotted? You’d be in trouble!"

"Then I’d kidnap you again." He took a step closer to you which would have bothered you if you weren’t so stressed with his nonchalant behavior.

"Taehyung! This is serious!"

Taehyung shook his head, amused at how genuinely anxious you were. "I’m damn serious too."

He took you by surprise by bringing your hand to his lips and planting a soft kiss on your knuckles. "You have nothing to worry about. Now, come on." And he pulled you along with him.

Shopping with Taehyung was nothing like you had imagined. When you asked him if he was the one paying for you, it was mainly meant as a joke but somehow Taehyung took it very seriously. And by serious you meant: he bought everything that grabbed your attention, whenever you had tried it or not. You didn’t even need half of the stuff he got you but fighting with Kim Taehyung proved to be a waste of time and energy: he didn’t listen. It took you approximatively three stores to realize that Taehyung had been carrying more bags than he was supposed to.

"You need to stop." You told him, hands on your hips, you tried to look as threatening as possible - Taehyung blinked and shrugged as if it was nothing. He walked past you, heading already to another store. "Kim Taehyung!"

Someone, please, stop this man. But you weren’t sure anybody would be able to stop a man like him. You followed him inside another store, but as soon as you got inside you frowned. Did he really need to bring you to a lingerie shop?

"Taehyung!" You tried to call for him. In vain.

Taehyung was far more enthusiast than you were. You watched him going from one row to another, completely unfazed with your sulking. Instead, he chose a few models and brought them to you, grinning widely and proudly at you.

"Try those, I’m sure they’ll look good on you."

You were so close to say ‘no’ and a ‘go to hell’ but a quick look on the lingerie and you forgot all about it. You had to admit it, Kim Taehyung had great tastes and would be a big fat liar if you said you didn’t like what he chose for you. Because you did. It was sexy, beautiful and absolutely your style.

With a huff, you grabbed it from him and walked past him without looking back - he was following you with a proud smirk plastered on his face. Kim Taehyung one, you zero.

You pulled the curtain behind you; you took a moment to decide where to start. Taehyung had chosen the right colors for you, some black (classic), some red and a dark blue, all with lace and some with ribbons that awfully reminded you of your first meet with Jimin. Just to avoid thinking about him, you chose to try the black one first. The lace felt divine and delicate against your skin . But what made this set even better was the thin chocker detail. You had to admit that you loved the reflection in the mirror.

Shyly, you pulled the curtain a little, making sure that except Taehyung nobody would see you.

"Ready?" Taehyung asked. Looking up from his phone, he lost his voice the moment he saw a glimpse of you. "Damn. We’re buying this one." He pulled at the curtain, exposing more of you. "Can you wear it for me?"

"No." You didn’t hesitate even for a second. But I wouldn’t mind wearing it for Jimin. But you couldn’t possibly tell him that, a little bird told you Taehyung wouldn’t like that.

"Meanie."

You ignored him. You were ready to pull back the curtain when you noticed that someone else was staring at you for longer than acceptable. A young woman that was obviously looking through the rows, had her eyes on you. You blinked, surprised at the blatant staring - she jolted the moment your eyes met and rushed to go her way.

"Hey." Taehyung started without trying to disturb you for once. "We should grab some snacks and a coffee? If you want."

"Sure." You wouldn’t mind for a short break. "Tired of carrying my bags already?"

Taehyung only huffed and chuckled. Yeah, shopping with Kim Taehyung wasn’t that bad.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Taehyung put your order before you, a hot cappuccino along with a red velvet cupcake - you were positively salivating just as the sight of it.

"Thank you." You waited for him to sit across from you, observing him quietly. "I just realize that I know shit about you and yet here I am, drinking coffee with you and letting you buy clothes for me."

"Girls would die to be in your shoes." Taehyung answered playfully, wiggling his brows at you. Then, he leaned a little closer just so he could whisper to you, "I can be your daddy."

Your body reacted first; you smacked his face with your hand and stuck your tongue in feign disgust. "Keep dreaming, Taehyung."

"Rude." But he wasn’t a tiny bit offended as he laughed heartily at your reaction.

Taehyung was a very likable guy despite his pretty weird character. Actually, in other circumstances, you would have loved to have a friend like him with you; there would be no days without some crazy fun going on. But sadly, considering your current situation, you couldn’t be completely sure whenever it was the real Kim Taehyung or just a facade he showed to others.

"So. What is this all about?" You tried again, hoping he would finally tell you the truth.

"Your hunch was right." Taehyung admitted, his face getting more serious as a tiny frown appeared on his model like face. "I need your help."

That was new. "I’m listening."

"I need to kidnap someone. A woman."

You bit on your inner cheek at his words. Was he planning to kidnap another girl for their business? What you didn’t understand however was why would someone like Taehyung need your help? With a woman? What for?

"With your face? You can get any girl."

"Yeah, except she’s not interested in guys."

"Oh."

He tapped his fingers on the table as his mind wandered. "She noticed you, I guess you were the right choice for this mission."

You could think only about one person: the woman at the lingerie shop. "Was she in the lingerie shop?"

He nodded. "And she is sitting by the window right now. I saw her glance at you twice by now."

To say you were hesitant was an understatement. Selling yourself was bad enough already but taking part into kidnapping and a possibility of someone getting killed because of you was worse. But did you have a chance?

"Why her?"

"She’s a very noisy journalist who’s involved with another gang." Taehyung clicked his tongue, getting annoyed at the only thought of their rivals.

"Why would a journalist be involved with a gang?"

"Because she gets information from them which pauses problems to us."

Oh, so she wasn’t completely innocent. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Even if you wanted to help him, you couldn’t simply walk to her table and talk, especially not when she clearly had seen you with Taehyung, that would be awkward and a tiny bit embarrassing. Unless I pretend breaking up with him huh.

You slammed your hands on the table, surprising Taehyung with your sudden gesture and attracting attention on both of you. He jolted upright, staring at you with big eyes, he wasn’t sure what you were about to do.

"You’re so annoying!" You hissed angrily at him. "I can’t do this anymore."

Without letting him time to understand and taking advantage of the effect of surprise, you left your place and walked to the door without looking back. Hopefully, Taehyung was as clever as he looked like and would quickly catch up with what you were trying to do. And hopefully this woman would feel bad enough for you to follow you outside.

"Y/N! Wait!" Taehyung called for you - you ignored him.

You didn’t go far however just enough to be on his sight and just enough for the woman to still be able to spot you. If Taehyung was right, she would come.

And she did. Shortly after you.

"Hey, are you ok? Y/N right?" A soft and gentle voice called from behind you. You sniffed (when did you become such a good actress?) and glanced behind you. "I’m sorry, I overheard your conversation with your boyfriend."

Boyfriend my ass. But hey, it could have been worse.

"He’s a douche." You didn’t hesitate to say, you balled your fist, anger, disappointment written all over your face. "He thought spending money on me would make things right." A scoff left your lips, "But it only made me feel cheap."

You turned fully to face the young woman; she was the same height as you but looked few years older than you. You sighed, not wanting to overdo. "I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m telling you this."

"No, no. It’s alright." She reassured you and held up her arms. "I’m Yunji by the way."

"Y/N. But you know already that." You gave her a small and tired smile.

"Do you perhaps want to go somewhere else? He’s about to come out." Yunji glanced almost nervously over her shoulder.

It took you a lot not to look behind her, not to let your guards down and ruin your efforts. "Yes, please."

Yunji took you to the underground parking lot. You weren’t really sure where she intended to bring you but you hoped Taehyung was following you and was waiting for the right moment to show up.

"I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable at the lingerie shop." Yunji apologized for something minor and that you didn’t mind that much.

Taehyung was right huh.

You shook your head and gave a reassuring smile. "No worries. Really."

At your words, she seemed relieved. She opened her bag and started looking for her keys, you supposed. Yunji softly cursed at the mess in her bag - you tensed as slow steps echoed from behind you. Yunji was far too immersed in her bag to notice or to mind the person that was getting closer and closer to you.

Your breath hitched in your throat, heart beating loudly, roaring in your ears as you expected Taehyung to appear (silently hoping he wouldn’t hurt the woman).

You were gently pushed to the side and before you could think of anything, Taehyung had already planted a needle into Yunji’s neck. She winced, it was the only thing she managed before her body went completely limp and with a blink of an eye she fell right in Taehyung’s arms.

"To be honest, and it’s embarrassing to admit," Taehyung started, glancing at you as he lifted Yunji bridal-style. "It took me a moment to understand what was going on."

"What? You thought I was trying to escape? Don’t be ridiculous." You laughed at how embarrassed he felt.

"Thank you for your help, Y/N."

There was nothing you should have felt guilty about, but truth to be told, now that you were back and left alone in the darkness of your room, your mind was going crazy. Taehyung had told you not to worry, reminded you that Yunji was a problematic journalist, but somehow it didn’t make you feel any better. No, you had willingly tricked someone. You had endangered someone’s else life. Did that make of you a bad person? You sure as hell felt like it.

But would it have changed the outcome if you had refused? Probably not.

To distract yourself from your misery, you took the book you had found on a bench in the garden, supposing Namjoon had left it behind. A book about politics, not really your favorite subject but it would do the job.

It didn’t last.

Taehyung got inside your room (for once, he knocked at the door but didn’t have enough patience to wait) bringing along with him all your bags. It was a rather amusing sight to see but you chose not to comment and instead jumped out of your bed.

"I forgot to give you back those." Taehyung smiled and put the bags at your feet. "I’m looking forward to see you in some of those."

No need to ask which outfit he was talking about, one glance at him and you knew the answer. You shook your head, amused with his attempt.

"A man can dream, Y/N!" Taehyung pouted, looking so innocent compared to the man you saw earlier.

"Sure."

You wished you could have a nice and fun talk with him. You wished you could shake from your memory the image of Yunji. But you couldn’t.

"You didn’t kill her, did you?" You asked hopeful.

"Would it change something if I did?"

Yeah, I’d feel even more guilty. But no words came out of your mouth.

Taehyung took a step towards you, putting his hands on your shoulders, he gave them a comforting squeeze. "She’s alive. Scared for her life, but I’m not planning to kill her."

"Can I trust you?"

Taehyung hesitated. He wasn’t lying when he told you he wouldn’t kill the journalist but sometimes things were out of control and he couldn’t promise you that someone else wouldn’t decide to end the woman’s life.

"Probably not."

You put your right hand on top of his, wanting to convey your feelings. Despite his words, despite everything, you wanted to believe him and maybe it wouldn’t end in a disaster.

"Do I want to know what you’re doing in her room, Taehyung?" Jimin’s voice startled both of you.

You were fast to react, moving away from Taehyung, getting rid of his hold on your shoulders. Instead of being bothered with Jimin’s presence, Taehyung looked at you, disappointed that you suddenly got scared (and you were right to be).

"Taehyung." Jimin called him again.

"Why? Can’t I visit my baby girl?"

"Taehyung."

Taehyung raised his arms in defense, laughing loudly at Jimin’s reaction, completely unbothered with how the room got cold. "Jeez. Learn to share." Then, he waved cutely at you, "See ya, Y/N!"

Don’t leave. Was what you wanted to say - you couldn’t. You watched him leaving the room, helplessly.

There was no doubt that someone as powerful, dangerous, as Jimin would one day or another get mad and it would be a very ugly sight. You believed that those dark eyes that could kill were reserved to people who disobeyed him or messed up his business for example. It was a sight you weren't looking forward to see and weren't expecting to experience. But here you were, left alone in your room with what looked like a very angry Jimin. Suddenly, you wished he would remind you with his arrogant smirk who was the boss or would ask something from you - you would agree right away. Instead, you were facing a silent Jimin who was clenching his fists and glaring at you. It made you nervous and feel guilty when you weren't supposed to. After all, you were with Taehyung who was Jimin's friend and another member of Bangtan. Yes, you were outside but you didn't try to escape, it was the opposite, you helped Taehyung. So why the hell did he make you feel like you had done something bad?

The tension in the room was getting unbearable, so thick you could cut it with a knife. There was no sound in the room, except for your uneven breathing. You didn't know where to look. At Jimin? What if he took it as a sign of defiance? At the floor? You didn't want to look weak either.

"What exactly were you thinking?" Jimin finally asked, ending your misery and uncertainty.

"I-" But truth to be told you didn't know what to say. Sorry? I only wanted to be useful? But truth to be told, none of your explanation would matter to Jimin. You swallowed down your frustration and let him do the talking.

"Do you think you're allowed to see another man when I clearly told you that you belong to me?" Jimin let out a harsh breath.

"Taehyung is your friend!" You found the courage to speak up for yourself. "And a member of your organization! It's ridiculous."

"Shut it." He barked and with a blink of an eye he was standing merely inches from you, invading all your personal space. He grabbed your chin, a grip so strong you winced. "I can be nice, Y/N. You saw it. But I can be just as bad when something that belongs, rightfully, to me, disobeys."

"I know Jimin is territorial but I must say he had outdone himself this time." You bet Taehyung hadn't realized just how territorial Jimin actually was.

Flames of anger licked through you as Jimin's words echoed in your mind. And the worst part of it was that you couldn't snap back at him. Not when he felt so dangerous and ready to snap your neck. You bit down on your ego, on your stubbornness and chose to simply lower your eyes to look remorseful.

"What do you think I'm going to do to you, Y/N?"

"Punish me?"

"Damn right." He released your chin, only for his thumb to find your lips, tracing the shape of your lips with it.

No, you wanted to say.

Jimin let go of you and turned his back to you. "I expect you to work tomorrow. I'll make sure Jack choses the right one for you."

With that he left you without a single glance, leaving you scared, angry and ready to fall.

Your nightmare was just about to begin.

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