Ch.19
Screaming was futile. They had you trapped in a car with them going who knows how fast. No one would be able to hear you crying out for freedom. The members had ignored you for a long time, but now they were really starting to get annoyed. They had you on the floor of the car with your arms and legs tied. Your head was still covered with the cloth they put on top and it was practically soaked from your tears. One member specifically kept yelling at you to shut up, but you wouldn't. Jimin had texted you and you didn't respond despite promising. He has to know something's wrong. Hopefully the boys can save you before it's too late. Letting out another wail, the member officially lost his temper with you.
"Yah!" They kicked you in the stomach.
Feeling your body roll forward, you hit the front seats with a bang. That knocked the air out of your lungs, making you create these weird sounds of trying to breathe again. Soon you were coughing for air, and your lungs were working again. These scary men were all tired of your crying. Who knows what they're going to do to you once the car stops? It made you wish the ride would go on forever. So far, they've only smacked and kicked you. Quietly whimpering, you knew how red and warm your face was from the helpless crying. Since one actually kicked you hard this time, you decided to bite your quivering lip. Even though you wanted to continue screaming for help, you needed to realize that this was a life or death situation. You had to survive and you can't do that if they're losing their patience with you.
The car slowed down and lurched forward slightly, letting you know that the driver had parked the car. So soon!? Already, you could feel the tears welling up again. Your chest kept going up and down as you panicked. Their hands were on you again as they picked your body up like it was nothing. They were pulling you out of the car and you wanted to struggle. The urge to fight was incredibly strong. But it would be incredibly stupid to do so. There was no doubt in your mind that the boys would come to your rescue. All you had to do was buy them time. Finally, they set down your feet on the ground and pushed you into a chair. Before you could react, they were tying another rope around your body and chair. A new organ that would hold you down.
Their voices kept moving around the room. It was hard to identify them since you didn't know them that well. Myon's voice was the only one you were able to detect by how much it irritated you. That's when they roughly pulled the black sack off your head. It forcefully tugged your head back and ruffled up your hair, letting you look even worse than you already did. Myon was amused to see your puffy, tear stained face. When you first started hanging out with your friends knowing that they were gangsters, this was never a situation you pictured would happen. The most you imagined was them getting arrested or killed. Not you getting captured because you're associated with them.
Looking around at the location they brought you at, you noted that it was a lot bigger than any of the sheds across from the warehouse. It would be pretty stupid of them to bring you so close. There was barely any light in this place. It felt like the darkness would swallow all of you up until Woohyun flipped a switch that turned on a couple lights around the place. Even so, it was still dim and frightening. Myon kept a smirk on his face as he walked over to you with his hands behind his back. He was trying to intimidate you and it was unfortunately working. What were you supposed to do? You have no idea how to fight, you're tied up, and...Myon stopped hiding his hands. At the moment, he crouched down in front of you to point a gun at your face.
Time felt like it had frozen completely. It never crossed your mind that he could have such a weapon. It made your heart stop pumping blood for a second. Suddenly, the air was too hard to breathe and oxygen wasn't flowing correctly through your body. All your limbs felt numb, useless. Staring down the barrel of the gun, Myon eye's never left yours. He seemed to like your widened eyes that were struck with fear. The sweat making your forehead damp as you tried to think on how long you could survive. He enjoyed the hopeless expression slowly taking over your face. The way your lips parted to say something, but nothing coming out. He hasn't even ripped your vocal cords out yet.
"Don't you look frightened, little girl." Myon chuckled. "Should you really be playing with the big boys?"
"..." You swallowed hard as he swayed the gun side to side. He really could care less if the gun randomly fired. It would end you right away. You wouldn't be able to say anything to the boys, to your sister, and you'd never see Jimin accomplishing his dreams.
"Is the gun making you piss your pants?" Myon raised it higher, letting the coldness of the gun touch your forehead. That made you break the calmness you were trying to let out. How were you supposed to remain calm with this psycho ready to shoot you at any second!? "Can you speak? I'm kinda getting bored here talking to myself. It's making me sound insane and that's not really nice."
"...uh..." You managed to let out, but he was still unsatisfied with that. Myon pulled something back on the gun that made you start weeping. "Please don't!"
"There we go! I'd rather you beg for your life than just stare at me silently. That's no fun after all." Myon stood up, raising the gun to the ceiling. He shot without a care to have some of the roof crack, dust falling down to the ground. "I like to watch 'em squirm a little. Hearing them make sounds and crying can be fun. What's your name again?"
"(F-F/n)," You answered honestly. What was the point of lying? "A-Are the others here?"
"You mean Yoongi's gang?" Myon tilted his head to have you nod. "No, sorry, Sweetheart. That part is starting a little later."
"Okay." You sighed heavily. It was like your throat was tightening up while the tears kept streaming down your face.
Myon simply stared at you with a crazed smile. Avoiding his gaze, you looked around the room once more. There was nothing inside besides you and the other gang. Woohyun wasn't in the room, but there were the other three members keeping a watchful eye on you. What was the need to do so? You weren't going to fight when the delusional freak in front of you had a gun in his hand! That was asking to get shot and you were going to survive. That was the plan at least. Myon officially stopped eyeing you like a wild animal which was a relief. He instead walked over to the three members and brought them over. Breathing quickly again, you tried not to panic too much as he placed them all in front of you. Was he leaving them to watch you intently or were they going to torture you now?
"How rude! Where are my manners?" Myon laughed. "This one is Seunjo! Here's Mysung, and then there's Kanghoon."
"Yeah..." You nodded your head, not so sure on what to say. It's not like you were going to greet them happily.
"Now forget them! They'll become important later." Myon pushed them to the side. "I want to talk about Yoongi and your relationship with him."
"My what?" You raised a brow at him. The relationship with Yoongi was barely a relationship. He could still be considered your acquaintance. Except he hated you with a burning passion.
Myon stared at you with big eyes. He clearly wasn't going to repeat himself. The older male sat down on the floor, taking off his hat as if you were going to tell a story. What was wrong with him? It was hard to believe the other members listened to him. He sort of acted like a child, but could still be a hundred times more scary than Yoongi. The three members behind him were waiting for you to answer with blank stares. Hearing footsteps, you turned to see Woohyun entering the room with a smirk on his face. Something happened. You wanted to know, but Myon began groaning with frustration. Meeting his eyes again, he pulled out the gun again.
"I'm bored!" He shoved the gun in his mouth. Myon grabbed the back of your chair, bringing his face extremely close to yours.
"What are you doing!?" You screamed in horror. If he shot the gun, you'd be scarred for life. His lifeless body would fall on top of you. He'd be bleeding nonstop and you'd wish you were dead too.
"Messing around." Myon shrugged, pulling away from the chair and giving you your personal space back. There was something very wrong with this man. "So are you gonna answer me?"
"...Yoongi and I don't have any kind of relationship," You stated, "He hates me more than anything in the world."
"Ahaha! Sure." Myon clearly didn't believe you.
"That's the truth. He doesn't like me." You frowned.
"But the others do? Why do you always hang out around them if one of them hates you?" Myon raised a brow.
"Yoongi isn't the leader a-and I can hang out with whoever I want to," You said to see Myon put his hat back on.
"Right. I keep forgetting Yoongi isn't the leader. That's so f*cked." He laughed as he fell on the floor. "But I'm still not buying it. Yoongi and you haven't f*cked?"
"No!" You shouted. All his comments were too much. One moment you were scared for your life, the second you were furious or embarrassed. It was hard to think straight. He didn't have a tough and cold exterior like Woohyun. Myon acted with this strange child innocence but proved time and time again that he was not right in the head.
"Oooh, Yoongi hasn't gotten any!" Myon cracked up, getting back up into a sitting position. "What about those other babies?"
"I've done nothing with any of them. They're my friends," You spoke through gritted teeth.
"Except for Yoongi since he supposedly hates you?" Myon clarified. Giving him a tired nod, he smirked to himself as Woohyun came closer. The maknae whispered something in the leader's ear that pleased him greatly. Bewildered by their actions, you watched as Woohyun gave you a cold glare as he walked away. Myon turned back to you with a bigger smirk.
"Yoongi hates me," You assured him.
"Do I have a chance to go farther than any of them?" Myon puffed out his bottom lip. Knitting your brows together, you were shocked by his words. It wasn't until he placed his hand on your thigh that it clicked in your head. Startled by his touch, you began to wildly jump in your chair.
"Don't touch me!!" You screamed as he took his hand off.
"How do you think they'll feel if I forced them all to witness their little friend getting violated? Or murdered." Myon shrugged at the second option. "I have time for both."
"Are they coming?" You asked, almost breathless.
"Aren't you desperate for your boyfriends?" Myon grinned. "We gave them hints to the direction of this place. They're pretty obvious, but how fast will they get here? They might get front row seats to you losing your dignity or they'll find you dead."
"No..." You shook your head, but he ignored you. He was lost in his thoughts.
"I haven't quite decided how to finish you off. Bullets holes all through you, bleed out, chopped, or what? I can be really creative." Myon wiggled his eyebrows. "Mom would always put my art on the fridge. Well, when she was alive! Ahahaha!!" He slapped his legs like he said the funniest thing in the world. The rest of his members didn't care for his twisted jokes. Woohyun was telling them all something. Maybe he was alerting them to get ready for the members to come. Hopefully they'll be here soon. Myon was like a ticking time bomb that would reset at the last second or skip numbers randomly. This was torture.
Jimin's P.O.V.
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Something was wrong. Kwon (F/n) didn't answer my texts after I told her to. She would always respond even if I came off as clingy. Today, she promised me that she would text me no matter what. Then she doesn't which was extremely out of character of her. I understand if she doesn't respond in a couple of minutes, but I instantly flooded her with texts. It was kind of a bad habit of mine. I was originally supposed to be at the dance class right now. My stomach kept doing flips as I walked over there with no response. Next thing I know, I was standing in front of a convenience store for ten minutes texting a ghost. It was making my heart pound to think at what might have happened to her. My mind was running wild, but I knew I was probably overreacting like I usually did.
But what if I wasn't?
After (F/n) didn't respond to me, I made the choice to text Seokjin. Maybe he would know what was up since he saw her last. I also needed a ride back to the warehouse since there was no way I was going to dance right now. Even though I promised (F/n) that I would and listened to her repeatedly say this was my chance to shine, I felt like I had to save it for later. Before I could type a single word out to the oldest member, my phone told me that Seokjin was calling. Interesting. Picking up the call, I pressed the phone to my ear and ignored the sound of passerby's and cars. Before I could greet Seokjin, his panicked voice threw me off. Right away I knew it had to involve (F/n). I had a hunch about this because my stomach was doing all kinds of acrobatics.
"Where are you?" He asked.
"I'm at the corner of Sejong-daero," I looked at a green sign. "Why? Is there something wrong?"
"I'm picking you up. We're going to the warehouse." Seokjin's voice didn't pause for a breath.
Soon I saw a black truck turning onto the street, making its way to me. Seokjin stopped and I hopped inside. He didn't wait for me to buckle up which he usually does. Seokjin made a sudden U-turn in the narrow street, ignoring the loud honks aimed at him. Clutching onto my seat, I swallowed hard as he kept a tight grip on the wheel. Should I ask what's wrong? I had a good idea, but I wanted to be wrong. We didn't speak a word as he drove off into the dirt road that led to the warehouse. He was going past eighty and finally slowed down to park the car in front of the entrance. As I got out, I noticed Seokjin left the car running as he stormed inside the warehouse.
Running inside to catch up with him, I saw everyone panicking. Jungkook was groaning with his face in his hands. Taehyung had his arm pressed against the wall but kept his head down. Taking small steps inside, Hoseok was biting his nails and Namjoon was rapidly tapping his foot. Yoongi was the only one who was sleeping at the table. How was he the only one relaxed during all this? Actually, why do I even have to ask. The blue hair could sleep like a rock just like Jungkook. Seokjin stopped in front of our leader, catching everyone's attention. They all stood up minus Yoongi. Nervously running my hands through my hair, I couldn't wait for them to speak. It was driving me wild to be out of the loop.
"What's wrong? Is this about (F/n)?" I asked to see their all eyes shift towards me.
"Jimin...we found this envelope with a couple of hints. We can't figure it out, but they say they have (F/n)." Namjoon frowned and my heart broke into pieces. The pain that struck through my chest hurt my whole body.
"Who does!? Is it those @ssholes across from us!?" I pointed out the warehouse, stomping towards Namjoon. The first years were shocked by my sudden outburst. Hearing an annoyed grunt, I turn my head to see Yoongi waking up. A string of swears left his lips as he angrily stared out at us.
"What are you guys going on about?" He huffed.
"We've been telling you since we found the envelope!" Seokjin shouted, a vein close to popping on his forehead. "Get off your lazy @ss and help us!"
"Calm down!" Namjoon placed his hand on the black hair's shoulder. "You're not helping anyone by getting angry. All of you, we need to save (F/n)."
"But what do those hints even mean?" Jungkook questioned with frustration.
"They make no sense!" Taehyung whined as Yoongi started walking closer to us.
We all broke out shouting at each other. Jungkook and Taehyung were upset about the confusing letter. Namjoon was stressed with the whole situation. He needed to have us under control, listening to him, and was in charge of getting (F/n) back in one piece. Hoseok was silent and his face was hard to read. The red head would always cheer us up, but now wasn't the time. Seokjin was getting frustrated that we weren't working fast enough and wanted to drive to the destination already. I was screaming about needing (F/n) with me and that got me a glare from Jungkook. The two of us have been growing some slight tension ever since (F/n) helped us in ways we couldn't have done without her.
In the midst of the chaos, Yoongi read the hints that were given on the letter. He let out a loud yawn as he read through the small letter. The hints were incredibly vague and not enough were given to hold onto something. Not even our genius leader could come up with something. He was stuck, and it was getting to him. We all wanted to pull our hair out for not being quick enough. The thought of what they could be doing to (F/n) right now was infuriating. Just imagining her frightened was enough to send me over the edge. Jungkook was losing all his patience and Hoseok had to tell him to take it easy. We didn't tell (F/n), but occasionally Jungkook would want to break his clean streak whenever times got hard.
"Don't tell me to take it easy! I could protect her if I was strong enough!" Jungkook growled. "But look at me! I get tired easily and I'm f*cking useless!"
"You're not helping her if you start back up again, Junkie." I scoffed to see the maknae stand up right away. He grabbed the collar of my shirt with rage.
"Say that again!" Jungkook threatened to have Hoseok bolt up from his seat.
"They're at the old small factory on the opposite side of town. The one near the bridge to the next town and trailer homes." Yoongi sniffled.
"If youâWait!" I got my senses together. Yoongi placed the envelope back on the coffee table we've recently gotten. He scratched his neck as if he didn't just save a person's life.
"How'd you get that?" Namjoon tilted his head at the letter.
"The hints are only obvious to me." Yoongi sighed. "They're from back in the day."
"I think I know the place!" Seokjin got excited. We all were jumping on our feet, but Yoongi only laughed. Why was he entertained? All of us faced him with baffled visages. There was no reason for him to be laughing like this. It was making my blood boil and I knew I wasn't the only one. He was hiding something. "What? Why are you laughing!?"
"There are like twenty factories near the bridge. Good luck finding the right one." Yoongi grinned. "It's like finding a needle in a hay stack."
"Do you know the right one?" Namjoon asked. We all stopped breathing, waiting for the blue hair to answer. Yoongi smirked in enjoyment to have us listen to his every word. He always seemed to like being in charge. Now even Namjoon, our leader, was listening to him. It was always Namjoon who called the shots, but Yoongi was the only one who could help us. He understood the mysterious hints and knew how Myon behaved.
"Obviously." Yoongi turned around, walking back to the table. My heart sank again in shock. At the same time, I wasn't surprised to see Yoongi being uncooperative. The group was left speechless. Just when our fingers tips grazed against something solid, it was pulled away from us. It made me want to scream at Yoongi for not trying to be helpful. Before I could start, Seokjin took a step forward with fury in his eyes that I'd never seen in my life.
"Yah!" Seokjin forcefully grabbed Yoongi's shoulder to make him look back at us. "Why are you being such a d*ck!? We're always here to help each other so why aren't you helping us save (F/n)!? We're running out of time!"
"Because I have no interest in saving her." Yoongi ripped Seokjin's hand off of him.
"She's never done anything to you! All you've done is hate her for no reason! You've destroyed her social life with that d*mn rumor you spread and you don't even apologize for your actions!" Seokjin yelled at the top of his lungs. His voice boomed loudly through the warehouse.
Seokjin's face was bright red from anger. I bit my lip, giving the other first years a nervous glance. Namjoon and Hoseok didn't know that Yoongi started that. They never found out who told the school (F/n) was a slut. Yoongi's nostrils were flaring now that he was exposed to the leader. This meant that he could be punished. He wasn't a fan of having all his wrong doings waved in front of his face. Once Yoongi did something wrong, he would forget it like it was nothing. Having Seokjin bring up the past was infuriating to him for a number of reasons. Yoongi gritted his teeth as he roughly pushed Seokjin back a couple steps. Were the third years actually going to have a fight? We didn't have time for this! (F/n) needed saving!
"The school doesn't even give a sh*t anymore!" Yoongi barked.
"Tell us which factory!" Seokjin shoved Yoongi back. "You're making time run out!"
"Seokjin, breathe!" Namjoon intervened. "Yoongi, please help us save (F/n)."
"I'm not going." Yoongi crossed his arms.
"You're notâ? Look, help us out!" Namjoon gave a nervous smile as Seokjin continued to steam right next to him. "We really need to save (F/n). She's our friendâ"
"Why do you guys care so much about her!?" Yoongi screamed in disgust. "It's like I'm the only one who sees what that minx is actually doing! She's turned you all against me and is ruining this family we have. She doesn't even want us to be gangsters, but you still have her around! Why are we letting a sh*tty girl like that into our lives!? She's not f*cking worth saving!"
"Min Yooâ"
"No, don't stop me! I'm telling the truth right now and you're all going to listen!" Yoongi cut off Namjoon. "Kwon (F/n) is nothing but an annoying first year! The only reason the first years even keep her around is because they all want to get into her pants and Seokjin probably thinks she'll be easy too! We don't do deals as much and we're running low on money and for what? To babysit the d*mn b*tch? This family is the only thing we all have! The world and life hates us, but we're here for each other! Now she's destroying us from the inside out and all you guys are practically brainwashed by her boobs! LET MYON F*CKING KILL HERâ"
An echo resounded the warehouse as we all stood in shock. Seokjin had forcefully pulled Namjoon back to slap Yoongi across the face. The blue hair was almost looking over his shoulder from how hard the hit was. His pale face now had a burning pink hand print on his skin. Namjoon didn't say a word. He was no longer going to prevent the oldest from teaching a lesson. Yoongi finally revealed all his true thoughts about (F/n). We've know him longer than her, but I didn't expect him to have this much hate in his body. He was more damaged than the rest of us. His only parent hated him and was abusive so this place was his home. We were his only family, but he really lacked trust in newcomers. I thought he would warm up to (F/n) but clearly not.
Min Yoongi was hard to understand. He was cold, manipulative, and selfish. Sometimes he wasn't human, but then he had his moments to prove us all wrong. Yoongi would show us a side that probably no one else would ever witness. He would joke around with Hoseok, acting stupid. He would take all the first years to the convenience store and say he'd pay for our things. Yoongi would help Namjoon not feel too stressed about deals and then Seokjin and him were third year buddies. They understood each other with the trouble of horrible parents and not knowing what to do after high school ends. Now that (F/n) has been added to the picture, Yoongi's changed a lot and hardly ever shows his warm side. Only when she's not around and today he exploded. Seokjin finally had enough of him.
"You are nothing but a child," Seokjin spoke through gritted teeth. "We're going to save (F/n) whether you choose to come or not. We're leaving. If you choose to stay, be f*cking prepared to have another talk and you're going to listen to me."
"Seokjin..." I mumbled. Yoongi placed his hand lightly on his cheek, turning his head to face the oldest member again. Thoughts ran through his head as he glared harshly. Seokjin turned around with his keys in hand. He ordered everyone to get in the truck and no one questioned him. Namjoon gave Yoongi one last glance before following the black hair male towards the exit. Even I was close to heading out the door until Yoongi spoke. It made us all stop and turn on our heels.
"...They have her in the factory that is a heroin hot spot." Yoongi stared down at his feet. Seokjin stayed silent to hear the second oldest finally cooperate. Namjoon wasn't saying anything and I didn't know what to say either. Luckily, Hoseok was good at talking with everyone.
"Well, it would help if you came along with us."Hoseok gave him a weak smile, bringing his hand out for Yoongi to take. Yoongi stared at all of us for what felt like a century before finally making a decision that would either help us or not.