Ch.18
The main thing you were hoping for was that school wouldn't call your home about skipping the last few periods. They called once about the fight and that got you into your fight with your sister. You really weren't looking forward to a second fight. Luckily, Namjoon assured you that they wouldn't call. Was it because a bunch of kids tended to skip after lunch? Sometimes how the school ran itself still surprised you. There were perks though. You got to have your hair down, wear makeup, and not have every part of your uniform be correct. Those were the nice things about the school. What sucked were all the awful students that went there. Giant gossips, girl's ready to fight, and people like Woohyun. Maybe you were biased, but you preferred your 'bullet boys'. You'd take Yoongi any day over Woohyun.
They brought you back to the warehouse with them. Yoongi didn't care to give you a warm welcome back and immediately went to the table that sat in the far back. Hoseok would have stayed with the first years, but he was still annoyed about what had happened earlier. The four of you apologized profusely during the car ride, but you understood that he would get over it soon. Namjoon told you guys not to worry about it. You and the rest of the first years gathered around the dirty green couch. Seokjin and Namjoon were talking about actually putting a door in the warehouse. There was just an open door frame, but now that they had neighbors they had reason to worry. It's not like they hid much here. All drugs were sold at the moment or kept at this different place in the country. Jimin told you that, but you couldn't let the older members know you knew that.
Taehyung was currently shouting at Hoseok from afar while Jungkook stayed silent on the couch. He exerted himself a little too much today. He wasn't as weak as he used to be. There were only a few times where he had to sit down. Yoongi predicted that he would be fine in about one more week. Then he would be completely clean of steroids and symptoms! You were so excited. It made you incredibly proud of your Jungkookie. Jimin tapped your shoulder as you were smiling softly at the cute bunny who was starting to nap. Turning to face the blonde next to you, he got up from the couch and gave a hand motion telling you to follow him. Looking at everyone in the warehouse, they were too busy to notice you sneaking off with the boy.
Hurrying off with Jimin, the two of you came into the back where they used to have those giant crates full of drugs. They were all gone and now it was just an empty room with one closet. That's when Jimin opened the closet door. What did he want to show you? It was a little puzzling when he opened the small closet door and told you to come follow him. The two of you would be pretty squished in there. Blushing lightly, you didn't understand what he was trying to get at. Jimin then pulled something down that led to a higher room. What!? You never knew such a place existed in the warehouse! The place was always really huge and definitely had room for a second story, but you didn't think there was one.
He held his hands out for you to step on like when he found you at the deal. With an excited smile, you held onto his shoulders as you placed your foot in his hands. Jimin lifted you as high as he could, and you gripped the second floor. It wasn't too hard to get up there. The place wasn't the cleanest, but you did have a slight view of everyone inside the warehouse. No wonder you never noticed this place before. It even had a secret entrance! Soon Jimin came inside and closed the small entrance door for extra privacy. He gave you a big smile as he crawled over to you. The second floor was more like a tiny attic. You had to be really short if you want to stand up in here.
"Is this what you wanted to show me?" You asked as he shook his head. You had your knees close to your chest with your arms wrapped around them. Jimin sat with his legs crossed and pulled something out from his back pocket.
"I wanted to show you this flyer that I found." Jimin handed the blue piece of paper to you. Grabbing a hold of it, you unfolded the paper. The fold lines had already lost their original color so he's must have kept this for a while now. Reading the flyer, you slowly felt your smile grow into a giant grin. A free dance class! This was perfect for Jimin!
"Jimin! Oh my gosh, this is perfect for you!" You squealed to see him blush in embarrassment. "The class is free and it's this weekend! Who knows? Maybe they'll be so entranced by your beautiful dancing that they beg you to return."
"Don't exaggerate." Jimin covered his face before playfully smacking your arm. The smile on his face was so big that you knew he had to go to this. "But thank you..."
"Were you going to go to this? Because you definitely should!" You insisted. "There's no way you just showed this to me just for the heck of it. You'd be such a tease. Show the world your talent, Park Jimin. It's amazing."
"You think too highly of me." Jimin stared at you with a twinkle in his eyes. He opened his arms wide for a hug and you couldn't help but giggle. Crawling over to him, you threw your arms around his neck. Making sure to hold him tightly, you liked how warm his embrace was.
"Take that dance class," You demanded.
"I will." Jimin nodded as you slowly pulled away.
The two of you stared at each other with small smiles on your faces. It took you a while to notice just how close your faces were. He didn't seem to mind, but your face instantly began to heat up. The room up here was so small that it was easy to get hot. You sat back down in your original spot. Before he could say anything else, you made sure to give him more compliments and support. Jimin appreciated all your comments but could only get a thank you out before hearing Namjoon shouting for all the members to get in the truck. They were going to get supplies to build multiple doors for the warehouse. Jimin looked out through the tiny space and gave you an apologetic expression. He didn't want to leave and you liked talking to him.
"It's okay. I'll wait for you guys to come back," You said.
"Don't miss me too much." Jimin laughed as he opened the only exit door.
"I could say the same for you!" You opened your mouth wide in shock. He's certainly gotten more confident around you. That's good to know. It means the two of you have gotten closer!
Jimin closed the door right after that. He also shut the closet door by habit. Crawling over to the tiny view of the warehouse, you watched the blonde's hair bounce as he ran outside. The rest of the members went out with Namjoon pointing the direction of the truck. Once everyone was in, he went to join them in the truck. Did he forget you were here? Pouting, you wanted him to say goodbye. Well you could always shove this in his face later. You soon heard the truck drive off from the warehouse. This wasn't your first time being left alone in the warehouse. It was nothing to worry about. Maybe you should nap again?
There wasn't much to do at the warehouse. The fun came from the members so it was extremely lonely without them. Plus, it gets really hot quickly in this tiny attic. That was the main con about this place. Other than that, you would be here all the time. It made you wonder if any of the other members were aware of this attic's existence. They had to be. They all probably knew this place like the back of their hand. You stayed up here for a couple minutes, lost in your thoughts before you decided it was time to come down. Making your way to the exit, you were about to lift it up until you heard voices outside. None of the resembled the voices of the boys you knew.
Panicking, you hurried back to take a peek at the warehouse. The engine of the truck or the tires driving over the dirt never appeared. Who were these people? It was making your heart race, but at least you were in this hidden place. Whoever they were, you had to report this to Namjoon. This was terrifying, but you had to remain calm. Seeing shadows near the entrance, you waited for them to show themselves. Finally, they all came in one by one. It was the opposite gang. Of course! Myon was looking around the place with a smirk. Woohyun walked by his side with a bored expression and the rest of the members were taking a look around too.
"Check the place out." Myon looked at all of them. "Grab anything valuable."
"Like that girl they always have around them. Her name is (F/n)," Woohyun added. Your heart almost stopped to hear those words leave his mouth.
"Do you know if she's here?" One member asked.
"Well, we didn't see her leave with them." One shrugged.
"I'm positive that they brought her here. Whether she left or not, I don't know." Woohyun cracked his knuckles.
"Explore!" Myon yelled.
Each member flinched and did as they were told. Two of them stayed around the main area of the warehouse with the couch and table. Woohyun and one other member came into the back where you were. Biting your lip, you quietly went to the entrance of the attic and sat on the door. It's a good thing this had to be opened upwards. Using the breathing technique Jimin had taught you about being stealthy, you hoped that they wouldn't notice the small door. All you could hear were their muffled voices shouting at each other from here. That's when one of them opened the closet door and you closed your eyes tightly together.
You were begging to hear the sound of the closet door shut already. This place only had one exit and entrance and you were currently sitting on it! They consider you valuable and said to take you, so you were right to be worried. What they exactly wanted from you, you didn't know. That wasn't the most important thing. It was crucial to survive and go unnoticed. Their voices were a little clearer now that the closet door was opened. The boys have probably only been gone for ten minutes, but you were pleading with your life for them to come back. How long did it take to get supplies to make doors!? They also needed a security system!
"Hey, Seunjo, what's that?" Woohyun's voice questioned.
"Hm? Oh sh*t, I didn't notice that." Seunjo laughed. "Nice job, Maknae."
It was hard to stay calm with them so close to discovering you. While someone had to bring it to your attention, it took Woohyun less than second to find this place. You were trying hard not to tremble in fear. You needed to be still and heavy as a rock to make sure this Seunjo guy didn't open the door. To be honest, the fear wasn't letting you feel your limbs too well. It actually felt like you were light as a feather. Seunjo tried pushing the door open, but you did good on your part. He was struggling to push it open. It instantly made them grow furiously impatient.
"Why isn't it f*cking opening?" Woohyun scoffed.
"The hell I know! It's like the f*cking thing is bolted shut." Seunjo grunted as he gave one last push.
"You gotta be sh*tting me. They're definitely got some crap hidden up there." Woohyun growled. "Whatever!"
"Everyone, we need to leave!" Myon's voice suddenly shouted. "They're coming back!"
Raising your head, you heard the closet door get slammed shut. Crawling over towards the little opening, you watched them all scramble out the door with Myon. It didn't sound like they were coming. Waiting a few seconds, you soon heard the engine from Seokjin's truck. Gosh, you were so relieved! Letting out a giant sigh of relief, you laughed in happiness and lifted up the door in the attic. Sticking out your legs, you got ready to jump on the ground and simultaneously close the door. That was such a close call. Jumping down, the door closed as you landed safely down. It wasn't that big of a fall, but you certainly couldn't get up there by yourself.
Rushing out of the closet door, you ran towards the entrance to see the members coming back in. They didn't have any supplies in their hands which was a question for later. You had to tell them about what just happened while they were gone. Namjoon was shocked to see you and the first years had their brows raised to see you coming at full speed. Jumping into Jimin's arms, you held him tightly to hear a certain light haired brunette grumble in disapproval. Everyone was so shocked to see you suddenly behave like this. Even Yoongi was confused to see you burying your head into Jimin's chest. Jimin only rubbed your back in comfort which was really nice of him.
"What's wrong, (F/n)?" Jimin tilted his head.
"We were only gone for a couple minutes," Taehyung stated.
"Did something happen?" Jungkook placed his hand on your shoulder. You stopped clutching onto Jimin and nodded your head.
"...the other gang came in while you guys were gone. I was luckily hiding so they never spotted me, but I heard and saw them. They were trying to find stuff here," You admitted to see them all glance at each other and ball of their hands into fists.
"Sorry that we left you here alone. It must have slipped my mind that we brought you here." Namjoon sighed. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." You smiled.
"We were going to be gone for longer, but Taehyung caught a cop's attention so we had to lose them and come back here." Seokjin crossed his arms in annoyance. Taehyung chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he gave the eldest his boxy grin. Everyone by this time came inside the warehouse instead of crowding around the entrance. Namjoon was deep in thought, tapping his chin. Jungkook and Jimin stayed by your side. Thank goodness they were back. The other gang wasn't even here for that long, but you don't know how long you would have lasted.
"Take her home." Yoongi walked off to the table. You raised your head in shock to hear him say that.
"What?" Seokjin was just as dumbfounded as you.
"Don't make me repeat myself." Yoongi hissed. "Bringing her was a bad idea from the start and now things have gotten worse."
"Though I do think Yoongi is being a little harsh, I agree. (F/n) is shaken up by what happened and probably wants to go home," Namjoon opined.
"I'm fiâ" You opened your mouth, but Taehyung placed his finger against your lips.
"Stay strong, Kwon (F/n). Fighting!" Taehyung shouted, making you cock a brow up in bewilderment.
"Take her home, Seokjin-ssi." Hoseok patted your head. The event was unsettling, but it's not like you were scarred. Well, at least they cared about your wellbeing. Jungkook and Jimin wanted to join you on the ride home, but Namjoon wanted the rest of the gang here.
They reluctantly walked away from you with big pouts. The first years told you to be careful and to stay safe. Nodding to their words, you went with Seokjin to his truck. You hopped inside and waited for him to come in. Staring out the window, you eyed the field across from the warehouse. It used to be absolutely harmless, but now contained dangerous criminals. One shed in particular caught your attention for some reason as Seokjin buckled himself up. Narrowing your eyes on the old things, you realized that the shed door was slightly opened. Something in the crack of the door shined and you felt it was safer to stop looking. Seokjin pressed the gas and started driving you back to your place.
Every day you came back home with Seokjin feeling a little upset. You wanted to stay at the warehouse, but that stupid gang was getting in your way. It was stressing the older members out and making the first years rebel a bit just to get you back in there. Hopefully the problem clears up because you were sick of it. Myon and the rest needed to get lost. Once Seokjin parked the car, you broke out of your thoughts. You didn't even notice that the two of you have already arrived. Looking back at your lap, you frowned to not be of any use to your friends. All you were was someone they have had to drive home when things got serious.
"You okay?" Seokjin tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Hm?" You blushed. "Yeah!"
"Sure, you are." Seokjin smirked, turning off the car. "Tell oppa what's wrong."
"I'm leaving!" You tried opening the door, but he had already locked it. Are you serious? Seokjin grabbed your hand and forced you to look at him.
"I'm asking because I care," Seokjin said. Pursing your lips, you thought about what you exactly you were going to say to him. You didn't feel like confessing your true feelings only to have him try to cheer you up and assure you that you weren't an annoyance. You were tired of feeling weak.
"I just want the other gang to die already." You groaned to hear him start cracking up. The sound almost reminded you of windshield wipers, but it was still cute.
"Thanks for making me laugh!" He grinned. "I mean, I know that's not what's actually bothering you."
"What?" Your face dropped. Were you really that easy to read? Seokjin unbuckled himself and got out of the car. Following his lead, you went around the car to meet up with him. The older male simply held your hand and brought you up the stairs to your apartment door. He didn't have to do that, but you figured he was looking for more excuses to hold your hand. He was such a flirt. "Well, I'm home."
"You're not going to invite me in?" He winked suggestively as you let out an involuntary squeak.
"Hell no!" You frowned with a flushed face.
"Cute." Seokjin smirked at all your embarrassed expressions and sounds.
That's when you heard the front door to your apartment unlock. Was unnie already home? D*mn it, she was going to see Seokjin with you! Freezing in your spot, you tried to act natural as the door was opened wide. Seokjin gave your sister his best smile and you could tell she was trying not to melt. She was suspicious of him, but Seokjin also was incredibly attractive. He looked like a celebrity that you would see on a drama. Hyosung didn't know what to say at first. Why was she home early again? Did the school call!? Namjoon said they wouldn't call about you skipping!
"(F/n), who's this?" Hyosung glanced at the third year. "Is this the guy a girl fought you over??"
"I'm Kim Seokjin. I go to SuChin with your sister." Seokjin introduced himself while you stayed speechless. "And I wasn't that guy."
"You're not a first year." Hyosung crossed her arms.
"That's true. I'm a third year," Seokjin stated as Hyosung looked past the rails to see the giant black truck.
"You even have a car."
"I do. Well, I should get going (F/n)." Seokjin gave you another wink. Why!? He bowed to your sister with a charming prince like smile. "Nice meeting you."
Finally, Seokjin went down the stairs and drove off in his truck. Hyosung gave you a look you weren't too fond of. Whatever was going on in her mind, she could stop thinking it because it wasn't true. Entering the apartment, you were waiting for her to ask about him. She closed the door and was quiet for less than a minute. It would be shocking if she kept her mouth shut about this. She just witnessed you with a boy who was older, drove you home, and even winked at you! Seokjin was shameless or couldn't read the mood. You knew it was most likely the first reason.
"Are you dating him?" Hyosung asked as you groaned.
"No way! He's just a friend." You covered your red face.
"Who's two grades higher than you." Hyosung was intrigued. "(F/n), is it time to have the talk about boys? Because I'm in college and can tell you all about boysâ"
"Please no! Stop!" You cover your ears and run off to your room. The last thing you need is some weird, gross sex education class from your sister about your friend. Seokjin may flirt with you, but he doesn't mean it.
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It was the weekend now. It's been a couple days since the gang entered the warehouse. Even though it wasn't considered safe, you still went after school. One thing you did notice was Woohyun following you and the other first years around school. It was super creepy so thank the lord that the weekend was here. You were getting weirded out from the scary third years following a couple of first years around. Now you could rest peacefully. Though this morning you couldn't sleep in and be lazy like you had originally planned. Jimin called you and you weren't upset in the least. It was eleven in the morning already. He was getting last minute nerves about going to the dance studio.
The two of you talked for a solid hour. He needed convincing to show up and be brave, but the conversation kept changing. Jimin told you about his morning to every detail and you listened to every word. You cared and he showed interest in yours. He immediately apologized once he found out that he woke you up, but you insisted it was okay. If he didn't wake you up, then you don't know how long you would have continued sleeping. Jimin made a joke saying that it reminded him of his hyung, Yoongi, so you learned something new about the blue hair. Luckily, your sister was working today so she would never know you've been talking with someone on the phone for an hour. Jimin was a unisex name, but you knew she would ask if they were a girl or a boy. Why did she have to be protective?
"The dance class starts at thirteen," Jimin spoke softly through the phone.
"It's already twelve in the afternoon!" You cheered. "C'mon Jimin. You're an amazing dancer and I know you can do it. Go take the free dance class. It's a step into your dreams."
"...(F/n), I want to thank you for being such a good friend," Jimin said as you felt your heart grow warm.
"I'm so happy we've become friends, Park Jimin. So do what I say and go!" You yelled to hear him laugh.
"Okay, I will!" Jimin shouted with confidence.
"Go no matter what, you hear me?" You pressed. "You're going to be at that class at thirteen PM!"
"Anything for you, Kwon (F/n)." Jimin chuckled.
"I have to go now, Jimin. I have to throw away the trash and you have to go to that dance class." You sighed, getting out of your room to see the giant white bag next to the door. It was your morning chore on the weekends.
"Alright. Thanks for talking to me. Goodbye, but I am going to be texting you nonstop until I get there and I expect responses!" Jimin thanked you and you felt like you could perfectly imagine his infectious smile. The one where his eyes seem to get smaller as his cheeks raise with the corner of his lips.
"You got it! Bye, Jimin!" You beamed before hanging up.
Shoving your phone in your back pocket, you pick up the red straps on the trash bag. Opening the front door, you squeeze the giant bag through the small door way. Everything about your apartment was so small. Even the stairs leading to the front door. Closing the door behind you, you carried the trash bag in front of your face as you went down the narrow steps. It wasn't possible to see in front of you, but it's not like you had another choice. You'd rather not carry trash over your head and the last time you let it hang off the railings, the bag split open. That was a mistake you choose not to repeat. Besides, carrying it like this wasn't too bad. As you made it to the bottom, you started walking around the corner to the giant dumpster.
Pushing open the heavy black lid, you tossed the giant bag inside. It landed inside with a loud thud. At that moment, you heard your phone beep. Jimin was already texting you? This boy required a lot of attention, but it was hard to be annoyed of it. You wanted to be his supportive friend and you did work hard to get this close to him. Taking out your phone from your back pocket, you were about to read the text when everything went black. Someone covered your entire face with a mask and kept one arm around your neck. You screamed as loud as you could, kicking your legs in the air as they picked you up like it was nothing. Male voices were hushed and telling someone to be handle you. Were you seriously getting kidnapped in broad daylight!? Someone has guts.
"Let me go!!" You cried out.
"Shut up!" A male voice growled as they roughly tossed you into what you assumed was a vehicle. "Let's go! Her screaming probably got attention on us."
"She better be d*mn worth it," Another voice grumbled.
"Trust me. Yoongi and the rest are really attached to her." Oh no. All your thoughts were scrambled and running wild, but now you could actually figure something out. You knew who kidnapped you.