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Liar Liar-Chapter 7
Hey HEY hey, Here is Chapter 7 Y'all! Her Social Media: Her Tumblr: slayyoongi Kpop Amino: yougotnojamz Vingle Name:@yougotnojamz WattPad: slayyoongi *NOTE* This story is not mine! Simply sharing. I did get permission from the Author Character Profiles: Link➡ http://www.vingle.net/posts/1487392?shsrc=v

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Link----›http://www.vingle.net/collections/4450237?cshsrc=v ♡♢♡♢♡♢♡♢♡♢♡♢♡♢♡♢♡♢♡♢♡ Genre: Mafia AU Pairing: Reader/Jungkook(?) Others Characters in Chapter:   Jimin, Yoongi, Minah Length:  8296 words

Warning: Swearing, Violence, Intimacy

Summary: The love of your life wasn’t who he claimed to be Part: 7/? “I’m going to get Jimin to get you food and some new clothes and get you cleaned up. Then you’re going right back in that chair”. I gaped at him as he grabbed the knife, gun and my phone, before leaving me frustrated, in that large, empty room, wondering what the fuck had just happened.
Y/n’s POV I was fixated in my place ,taking deep breaths, staring at the spot Yoongi had just been standing. It had all been an act to anger Jungkook. That bastard. Who does he think he is? I can’t believe I hadn’t seen through it. But I still wasn’t sure what he was thinking when he cut the rope. I mean, why would you care if your hostage was clean, well-dressed and fed? It didn’t make sense. I hadn’t moved an inch (because my stiff legs wouldn’t let me) when Orange walked in , tight-lipped and holding what initially looked like a briefcase, but on further inspection turned out to be a first aid kit. As soon as we made eye contact, he smiled. Why does his smile look forced? Did Yoongi say something to him on the way out? I smiled back weakly. He deserved that at least, for making me feel slightly better about the fact that I was being held against my will. I think he was my favourite out of three men I had seen here. Are you sure it’s still not Yoongi? I shook that thought from my head. “Still alive then babe?”, he grinned. “I’m…glad”.  I felt genuinely warmed by that statement,  as crazy as it sounds. He knelt down to place the kit on the floor, and then he opened it. I could see a gauze, bandages, plasters and whatnot and I grimaced at the thought of cleaning up the wound on my head. This wasn’t going to be pleasant.  “Aw Orange”, I put my hand on my heart dramatically, “I’m touched!”, making Jimin chuckle. His muscular arms flexed as he worked on unwrapping a sterile cloth, to dab in alcohol. He pointed to my chair. “I’d sit if I were you babe, this is gonna hurt.” I complied, the grimace still plastered on my face. “Hey..y/n?”, Jimin sounded hesitant, but I thought he was going to crack another joke so I replied “Yes Orange?”. He walked up to me holding a small vial, bandages and a cloth, and crouched down, so his head was level with mine. “He didn’t..do anything to you, right?”,he asked in a hushed tone.  “Why are you whispering?”, I asked in a low voice, suddenly aware that somone might be stood in the dark, like Yoongi was before.He replied with one word “Camera. To your right”. I nodded, finally understanding. Yoongi was probably watching. I cleared my throat. “Does it,uh, have audio? Like, can it pick up sound?” I was also whispering now. Jimin sighed. “No. But he’s extremely good at lip-reading”. I nodded again. I don’t care if that he’s looking. I want to give him a taste of his own medicine.  “He took my phone, or I could’ve played loud music or something to distract him from our voices” Jimin smiled. “Smart idea babe. But Yoongi’s pretty much always one step ahead.”Not always. I grinned back. We were murmuring, so he couldn’t lip read us, but he could still see us. And I was going to get my revenge. Jesus Christ y/n, you’re no better than him.  “Anyway, what were you going to ask me Orange?” Jimin hesitated again, before taking the lid off the small bottle and placing one hand on my knee. “W-what did Yoongi say?” I swallowed. Then put my hand on his. “He pulled out a knife and I thought I was a goner”, I started watching how intently Jimin was listening. “Jimin, I thought he was going to stab me, and the only thing I could see when I closed my eyes was you walking away.” This wasn’t a lie. But why am I admitting it to him. He doesn’t need to know that. Y/n, you are the definition of pathetic. Jimin’s hand tightened on my knee and I could feel my own hand shaking. I hadn’t realised how upset I actually was. The whole ordeal with Yoongi had me so tense that I hadn’t registered the emotional and physical pain, the conversation with Jungkook, the kiss. “Y/n-ah”, his voice was soft. I wanted to cry so bad, but I wasn’t going to give Yoongi the satisfaction. I carried on. “I waited for him to end it. But Jungkook rang. Saved by the bell", I smiled dryly. “Obviously Yoongi wanted to answer to rile him up. They argued- Jungkook tried to talk to me, but I didn’t want to reply… I didn’t have the energy, and Yoongi wouldn’t give him a chance. And to piss Jungkook off, he cut me free and kissed me.” At this, Jimin’s hand tightened even more. I laced my fingers with his, because honestly it was a comforting feeling. I finished my shortened version of events with “And the call ended and he walked out. He said you were coming to clean the wound up, give me food and let me change. And then I’m going back in the chair.” I eyed him carefully. He was pissed, to say the least. After two minutes of silence, it was me who spoke up again. “Say something, please.” He took a deep breath before starting “Did he touch you?”, he practically growled, eyes dark, staring at his hand on my knee. . I bit my lip in response. “W-what?”  “Did I stutter?” he spoke at his normal volume, not whispering, which made me jump. His eyes snapped to meet mine and he almost spilled the dabbing alcohol in his anger. I stared at him and he stared right back, Then I sighed and nodded.What’s the point in lying to him? “That bastard”, Jimin muttered, echoing my thoughts. I could see the prominent veins now bulging from his neck and temple. Well damn.That’s his boss he’s talking about, why the hell is he so angry? He took his hand off my knee and grabbed the cloth he had balanced on his lab. “Where’s the water..?” he muttered to himself. I watched as he went back to the first aid kit and pulled out small vial of water. He poured some onto the cloth. “I’m gonna clean this dried blood off you first babe”, he said. I nodded. The word “babe” was starting to sound more and more forced.  I shivered at the coolness of the water, contrasting with the warmth of Jimin’s hand. I observed as his focus shifted from my shoulder to my neck, brows furrowed. He looks good when he concentrates. Oh SHUT UP, y/n,like you haven’t got enough boy trouble already. What is it with you and gang members? Bloody hell. Again, I was the one to break the silence. “You’re mad. He said something to you didn’t he?” Jimin paused to look at me, then continued scrubbing away. His movements were harsh, but the feeling on my skin was soft..if that makes sense. I gently reached for his arm to stop him, expecting him to brush me off , but he didn’t. He looked up at me again. “Jimin. Everything I have been telling you is the truth, right?” He nodded, and opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. “And so far, I believe everything you’ve told me. Which is strange because after that ordeal with Yoongi, I shouldn’t trust any of you, right?” His face flashed with mild annoyance at the mention of Yoongi’s name, but once again, he nodded, now looking at my hand, which was still on his arm. I started stroking his arm, softly. He was so tense, I just wanted him to relax a little. “So, you can tell me what he said to you just now. What pissed you off so much?” “I didn’t see him”, Jimin lied (he was speaking loudly, I noticed), and I paused the stroking motions to show him I knew he was lying. “Me and Namjoon had a fight outside. That’s why I’m angry.” I tightened my grip slightly, almost as if to make him come to his senses. “Bullshit”, I whispered. I took my hand away. “You just said that at your normal volume, so you wanted him to hear. You want him to know you’re lying to cover him.” Jimin just stared, mouth slightly open. “I’ll talk to you when we go grab some food princess. Please stop interrogating me, or else.” “Or else, what?” I said, suddenly standing, taking him by surprise. Maybe I should have done drama after all? “What are all these empty threats for? You lot think you can scare me, pulling out knives and guns and flashing them in my face? Now you can fucking answer the question, or you can kill me GODAMNIT!” I screamed.  I made sure I was facing the camera when I said this. If he couldn’t lip-read me though, I’m pretty sure I was loud enough for him to hear me wherever he was. I made sure before I was facing away from the direction of the camera, partially hidden in darkness, before I winked at him. He was now stood up too, the cloth in his hands abandoned. His face was scrunched up in alarm and confusion, and when he saw the wink he relaxed slightly. For the purpose of the camera, he put two hands out in front of him as if to say “Calm down”, but instead murmured, “Y/n? What are you doing?”  “I’m getting a reaction out of him”, I replied. I could speak normally, because Yoongi couldn’t see my face, so he couldn’t lip read. Jimin stepped forward, again for the purpose of the camera, before asking “Why?” I didn’t answer his question.  “Ok, Jimin, for this to work, you have to do one of two things.” My plan was simple. Get Yoongi or Namjoon down here. They would be armed. I could get their weapon somehow (I hoped). And then I could get out. I don’t know how long they’re planning to keep me here, or if I’ll even get out alive. It must be a long term plan  if they were trying to sort out food and clothing. If I wanted out, I’d have to act now. Jimin would be in the clear too, because the camera footage would make him look innocent Plus, I was 99% sure Jungkook was on his way, even though I hadn’t told anyone this bit of information. And the last people I wanted to see were Jungkook and Taehyung.  “What two things?”, Jimin’s voice had a hint of warning. I stepped back, now fully in the light, making sure I was still facing the other way. I looked at him dead in the eyes, and answered without hesitation. “Either hit me, or kiss me.” Jimin’s eyes widened. He spoke in a low tone. “No fucking way y/n, I’m doing neither of those.” I knew he was gonna say that. I didn’t waste any time in responding. “Jimin, If you don’t I’ll make you. Now I can either kick you really hard, or make out with you.” “Y/n.” Jimin sounded stern now. Still speaking quietly he said,  “What the hell is this? Come and sit down, you’re in shock. I’m not hitting you and I can’t kiss you.” I was confused. The amount of flirting he had done, I thought he’d jump at the opportunity. “Why?” His voice was bitter when he replied “Boss’s orders.” He cleared his throat and continued.“Anyway, why do you want to get a reaction out of him?” “He’ll come down here, with his gun. I‘ll take the gun and escape.” Jimin started laughing. Like full on guffawing, and he couldn’t stop. “Y/n!” he spluttered between laughs (still managing to speak quietly).“Y-you think that’s gonna work?” I frowned. This was not the reaction I wanted. “Shut it Orange. What would happen if I ran now?” Jimin stopped laughing, he stepped forward again, closing the distance between us.  “Well, y/n. Yoongi would probably send Namjoon to catch you, with orders to shoot you on site. He moved the hair out of my face. That feels nice.“We can’t have that now can we?” Well I’m dead. Between Namjoon and my supposed boyfriend, I actually preferred Namjoon gunning me down. At least then, it’s not personal, right? I stepped back, trying to move away, but Jimin grabbed my forearm at lightening quick speed.”What the fuck are you doing?” he asked, not bothering to keep quiet. I swear I heard the quiet sound of the door clicking open, and Jimin, who was too focused on me, clearly hadn’t. It’s Yoongi. He’s come back. I realised it had to be Minty, because Namjoon didn’t do quiet- you could hear that man from a mile away.  I winced as his nails dug into my flesh, and he lightened his grip slightly. Still struggling, I replied “I don’t have a choice Orange. I think Jungkook was tracking that call. And he’s on his way kill me, and probably all of you. So I’d rather take my chances with Namjoon now, than wait for Jungkook to get over here and kill us all.” Jimin froze. “ Have you told Yoongi?”  I sighed. Why did he bring his boss into everything? “Well, I was just about to, if he hadn’t been a dick and left. So if he ends up with a bullet in his head…Well, it’s his fault.” Jimin smiled, like I was some cute child he’s seen on the street. Then he was serious again. “Why do you think that? That Jungkook tracked it?” I pondered. “Well I have a feeling he’s not called my number since. If he didn’t know where I was, he would call continuously. And the call was just over ten minutes long, when Jungkook could have easily hung up …but he didn’t. That’s just enough time to pinpoint a location.”  Jimin looked in awe. He tapped my head. It was a light touch, but I’m not going to lie, it hurt. But I didn’t let on. “I’m impressed.” I was defeated however, as I knew I couldn’t outrun him. “Jimin, you can let go, I promise I won’t do anything stupid.” He let go of my upper arm, but grabbed hold of my hands with both of his.  “Listen babe. If what you’re saying is right, we have just less than an hour to secure base or get out. I have to tell Yoongi. Come with me.” He doesn’t trust me on my own. Maybe I shouldn’t have made it so blatant I want to get out. I resisted.“You don’t have to tell him shit”, I replied, so casually that Jimin frowned, probably unsure he heard right. I then looked in the direction of the dark and nodded. “He’s been stood there for at least 5 minutes. Isn’t that right, Yoongi?” I heard a deep chuckle. Yoongi stepped into the shaft of light, whilst clapping slowly. His expression was unreadable. “You have a habit of listening in to people’s conversations?” I asked, seeing as this was the second time he’d done this now.  My expression showed nothing but scorn. Yoongi said nothing, simply looking down at the way we were holding hands, and scowled. Jimin’s grip loosened, but mine tightened. “You’re better than I gave you credit for. Take after your boyfriend”, he practically snarled that last word.  “And you’re dumber than I thought”, I snapped without thinking. “Gonna end up like your deadgirlfriend”.  He strode forward and raised his arms as if to slap me, but grabbed my shoulders instead. In my fright, I let go of Jimin’s hand. “You wanna say that again”, he said dangerously, shaking me as he spoke. I turned to Jimin, my eyes screaming for help. “Don’t fucking look at him. He’s not gonna do anything to help you. If I order him to shoot, he will do it. Look at me when I’m talking to you.” I slowly looked up at him. “Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”, he continued. Yes, I thought. But I stayed quiet, and continued staring. “I heard everything. That camera does have audio, and I fucking. Heard. Everything.” I tried turning to Jimin again, to figure out whether he knew that or whether he had lied to be, but Yoongi grabbed my chin. “LOOK AT ME!”, he bellowed, making me gasp. He quietened down immediately. “Such a whore. “Hit me or kiss me”, huh? You’re such a fucking slut”, he breathed. I prefer it when he shouts, this is way scarier. He carried on, while I tried not to let his words get to me. “No wonder that bastard Jungkook kept you around for so long”, he scoffed. “A whore like you has no other purpose, right?” I just stared at him in disbelief. What the fuck are these mind games he’s playing? Jungkook’s on his way damn it! But still, I was way too scared to speak. This side of Yoongi was way too unpredictable.  He let go of me abruptly and turned to Jimin who looked as if he wasn’t even breathing. Suddenly Yoongi lunged forward and punched Jimin in the stomach, full force, making him drop to the floor. I screamed, which echoed in the room along with Jimin’s groans of pain. “That’s for calling me a bastard Jimin”, his voice barely audible over Jimin’s. “Know where your priorities lie.” Yoongi was about to stamp on him, when I yelled “Don’t! He was just helping me!” Yoongi stopped in his tracks. “Is that so? Well that wasn’t my order, so this-” he sat while simultaneously kicking Jimin “ is for not following my orders.” I winced as Jimin gasped in pain.  If i tried to move towards him, Yoongi would do more damage. But like everyone else, I have my stupid moments too. I strode up to Yoongi, and the proximity made me feel even smaller. But I didn’t care. He could shoot me any minute. But Istill didn’t care. The notion of death had become so boring to me, seeing as I had been expecting my life to end since..god knows how many hours ago. I was done with holding back. I shoved Yoongi, who barely budged. “What the FUCK is your problem!” I shoved him again. “Someone is on their way to fucking KILL us and you’re too busy being butthurt at a FUCKING name someone called you!” A third shove. “I’ve called you a lot worse so take your fucking anger out on me!” Before I could tell him to hurry the fuck up and get out of there, his hand was on my throat. Not tight enough to cut off my air supply, but it certainly wasn’t comfortable either. “Careful there y/n. I wouldn’t take that tone with me.” I was breathless, but the look of disgust on my face was still evident. “Jimin, you and Namjoon, take a couple of men and keep an eye out from the roof. Shoot anyone on site.” Yoongi ordered briskly, like he hadn’t just beat the man. Jimin got up slowly, still quietly groaning. He brushed himself off and muttered “Yes Sir”, and not daring to look at me, he limped away, leaving the two of us alone once more. I turned to Yoongi, a single tear rolling down my cheek. What does he want? Why does he give off mixed feelings?  “I hate you”, I whispered. “I fucking hate you.”  Yoongi swallowed and turned away, before replying. “Oh darling. Do you think I care?”

Jimin’s POV

When Jimin walked back into the room, y/n was standing there like she’d just seen a ghost.Yoongi did something. Either threatened her or made a move. But y/n didn’t really seem the time to get affected by threats. So it was probably the latter. “Still alive then babe?”, he called, trying to break the ice. “I’m…glad”. And Jimin genuinly was glad that Yoongi hadn’t killed her. It was was an alien feeling to him- normally he wouldn’t give a damn.  He saw her eyeing the first aid kit before she replied,,“Aw Orange”, I’m touched!” Jimin laughed. What a drama queen.  “I’d sit if I were you babe, this is gonna hurt.” If the pain now was bad, sterilising the wound to prevent infection would absolutely kill. Jimin knew this first hand. Y/n was only a small thing, lord knows how she’d cope with the pain. But then again, she has the strength to knock out Taehyung, he grinned internally. “Hey..y/n?”he really wanted to know what had happened after he left. “Yes Orange?”She was still smiling.   “He didn’t..do anything to you, right?”,Jimin asked in a low voice.He knew there was camera in this room, but Yoongi had told him the audio didn’t work. But he still opted to speak quietly in case someone was stood outside. As if on cue, she asked,“Why are you whispering?”  “Camera. To your right. Does it,uh, have audio? Like, can it pick up sound?” Jimin smiled. She always asked the right questions. “No. But he’s extremely good at lip-reading”. “He took my phone, or I could’ve played loud music or something to distract him from our voices” Jimin smiled again. “Smart idea babe. But Yoongi’s pretty much always one step ahead.” This girl is something else. “Anyway, what were you going to ask me Orange?”  Should I ask her? Hell, do it. He put his had on her to to console her. “W-what did Yoongi say?” Jimin didn’t know why he was so reluctant to bring up the topic. Maybe because y/n’s face was so…scared when he walked in. She placed her small hand on his. Jimin liked that. Most girls shied away from him (well, because normally he was about to kill them, but that’s not that point), but not y/n. She knew what he was…and still wasn’t scared.  Jimin frowned while y/n explained what happened. She is scared. She thought was going to die. His grip tightened on her. Jesus, she’s shaking. Jimin felt an overwhelming feeling to protect her. He could sense she was trying not to cry. “Y/n-ah”, his voice was soft.  But that softness evaporated and Jimin’s anger flared when she admitted Yoongi had touched her. What the fuck is he playing at? No attachments, my ass. Fucking hypocrite.  When he started cleaning the blood he could feel her eyes on him. “You’re mad.” No shit hun. He couldn’t help feeling bitter. Yoongi always fucked him over like this.  And this wasn’t the first time. He remembered walking into Yoongi’s office and finding his girlfriend, on the desk, his hands up her skirt, and face in her neck and her moaning his name.There was only one way to deal with her.  Jimin shuddered as he remembered the echo of her screams and a gunshot. Yoongi didn’t want him to have a girlfriend, he had to “prioritise them”, so when he found out Jimin had gone against him, he made sure he did something that would make Jimin end the relationship. It was because of that day Jimin saw all women as animals. He questioned why he worked for Yoongi sometimes.  He said something to you didn’t he?” Y/n continued. She’s way too observant. But he paid attention when she grabbed his arm.  “Jimin. Everything I have been telling you is the truth, right?” He nodded slowly, at a loss for words.  “And so far, I believe everything you’ve told me. Which is strange because after that ordeal with Yoongi, I shouldn’t trust any of you, right?”  You can trust me, he wanted to say. But he couldn’t. Because that would be a lie. Trusting him would get her nowhere. Except maybe 6 feet under the ground. He liked the feeling of her skin, her hand stroking his arms. He knew he should stop her, but he didn’t want to. “So, you can tell me what he said to you just now. What pissed you off so much?” “I didn’t see him .Me and Namjoon had a fight outside. That’s why I’m angry.”Jimin lied, but to his dismay, she saw straight through it. “Bullshit”, she whispered. She was the image of innocence, so hearing her swear was…shocking to say the least.  “You just said that at your normal volume, so you wanted him to hear. You want him to know you’re lying to cover him.” Wow. Full marks to you, babe.  “I’ll talk to you when we go grab some food princess. Please stop interrogating me, or else.” He didn’t want Yoongi to hear, so he tried to shut her up. “Or else, what?” What are all these empty threats for? You lot think you can scare me, pulling out knives and guns and flashing them in my face? Now you can fucking answer the question, or you can kill me GODAMNIT!” Jimin was startled until he saw the wink. When he heard her plan, he thought she’d lost it. “Either hit me, or kiss me.” What the hell? “No fucking way y/n, I’m doing neither of those.” “Jimin, If you don’t I’ll make you. Now I can either kick you really hard, or make out with you.” “Y/n.What the hell is this? Come and sit down, you’re in shock. I’m not hitting you and I can’t kiss you.” “Why?” Because Yoongi is fucked in the head. That’s why. “Boss’s orders. Anyway, why do you want to get a reaction out of him?” “He’ll come down here, with his gun. I‘ll take the gun and escape.” Jimin started laughing. “Y/n! Y-you think that’s gonna work?” She’s severely overestimating herself. That shit might have worked with Taehyung, but it won’t work with Yoongi. “Shut it Orange. What would happen if I ran now?” Jimin stopped laughing, he stepped forward again, closing the distance between them.  “Well, y/n. Yoongi would probably send Namjoon to catch you, with orders to shoot you on site. He moved the hair out of her face. So beautiful. “We can’t have that now can we?” She tried to move, and Jimin’s instinctive response was to grab her. His reflexes were known to be fast. ”What the fuck are you doing?” he asked, worried and annoyed all at once. “I don’t have a choice Orange. I think Jungkook was tracking that call. And he’s on his way kill me, and probably all of you. So I’d rather take my chances with Namjoon now, than wait for Jungkook to get over here and kill us all.” No you fucking won’t. “ Have you told Yoongi?” She can’t have done, or we wouldn’t be stood here.  “Well, I was just about to, if he hadn’t been a dick and left . So if he ends up with a bullet in his head…Well, it’s his fault.” She sounded so cute, like a 5 year old throwing a tantrum, that Jimin couldn’t help but smile at her. What’s her logic? As much as he wanted to trust her, this might be a plan to escape. It was hard to trust people in this game. “Why do you think that? That Jungkook tracked it?” “Well I have a feeling he’s not called me since. If he didn’t know where I was, he would call continuously. And the call was just over ten minutes long, when Jungkook could have easily hung up but he didn’t. That’s just enough time to pinpoint a location.” Jimin was impressed by her way of thinking.  She slumped her shoulders.  “Jimin, you can let go, I promise I won’t do anything stupid.” Jimin’s hand loosened on her arm, and his hands traveled down until they found hers. “Listen babe. If what you’re saying is right, we have just less than an hour to secure base or get out. I have to tell Yoongi. Come with me.”  But she tried to pull away from him. “You don’t have to tell him shit”,y/n said. But Jimin thought he’d heard wrong. Eh? What did she say? She continued, “He’s been stood there for at least 5 minutes. Isn’t that right, Yoongi?” How the hell had she realised that? She really had the makings of a good gang member. Yoongi stepped into the light so they could see him. His face was blank but Jimin knew what that meant. He was angry. “You have a habit of listening in to people’s conversations?” She asked him. Is this girl stupid? She’s gonna get herself killed! But Jimin also knew that if Yoongi wanted her dead, she would be by now. “You’re better than I give you credit for. Take after your boyfriend.” Jimin clenched his fists. That protective feeling was back. “And you’re dumber than I thought”, y/n retorted. “Gonna end up like your dead girlfriend”. Well, shit. Every time she spoke she shocked him. Yoongi moved forward quickly and in her defense, y/n let go of Jimin. But the blow never came. “You wanna say that again”, Yoongi warned. For fuck’s sake y/n, don’t say a word. She turned to Jimin,with desperation.  His heart dropped at the sight. He wanted to help her, but going against his boss wasn’t wise. “Don’t fucking look at him. He’s not gonna do anything. Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Jealous much? Yoongi carried on. “Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”. Yes, she probably does.  “I heard everything. That camera does have audio, and I fucking. Heard. Everything.” FUCK YOU Yoongi! Bastard lied to me!  She tried turning to Jimin again, but Yoongi stopped her. Jimin grimaced when he shouted at her. Don’t speak to her like that.  “Such a whore. “Hit me or kiss me”, huh? You’re such a fucking slut”, he breathed. Jesus Christ, she’s a student! Go easy on her! What the hell is he doing? He either really hates her, or he’s jealous. Jimin really couldn’t tell at this point.  “No wonder that bastard Jungkook kept you around for so long”, he scoffed. “A whore like you has no other purpose, right?” Jimin clenched his fists again. Yoongi was crossing a line. Suddenly Yoongi turned to him, and before he knew it, he was on the floor, gasping for breath, and a dull pain in his stomach. He heard y/n scream. She said something, and Yoongi replied, but Jimin didn’t hear over his gasps of pain. Then, Yoongi kicked him. When he looked up through watery eyes, he could make out y/n pushing Yoongi. And him just watching her with a bored expression, like she was telling him how her day had gone. He doesn’t give a shit. Jimin still couldn’t make out their words, the blood rushing to his ears. But he could see Yoongi’s hand wrapped around Y/n’s neck. Shit. Don’t hurt her. Jimin felt a pang of guilt. She had probably just stuck up for him. He didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve her kindness. “Careful there y/n. I wouldn’t take that tone with me. Jimin, you and Namjoon, take a couple of men and keep an eye out from the roof. Shoot anyone on site.” Yoongi ordered. Jimin got up slowly. He didn’t want to leave the two of them alone.When Yoongi was in this mood, he could do anything in the spur of the moment. He brushed the dirt away from his clothes. He couldn’t bring himself to look at y/n as he walked away from her. “Yes Sir.” The last word had a hint of sarcasm, but Yoongi was too focused on y/n to register it. As he walked away he finally realised. Why Yoongi had took his anger out on Jimin and not y/n. Why he was keeping Jimin away from her. Why y/n wasn’t dead yet. He didn’t hate y/n. He...liked her. In some sick, twisted way. He must do. No attachments Yoongi? Fuck you.

Jungkook’s POV

All Jungkook could think about was the way y/n had moaned Yoongi’s name. The way y/n had said teased Yoongi. The way y/n didn’t want to talk to him. How could she? Didn’t she like him?Rich coming from a guy who wasn’t even single when he asked her out. He looked down at his ringing phone and sighed. He swiped his finger to the red icon “Dismiss”, for the fourth time. Minah was driving him nuts. If he answered now, he would say something in his anger that she would make him regret.  Taehyung interjected his thoughts with a small cough. He had been silently eating snacks for about half an hour, and was now getting bored.He may be older than me, but he’s like a kid. “So erm..what’s the plan exactly?”, Taehyung asked. “Like we get there, then what? Jungkook was instantly suspicious. Why’s he asking? Is he gonna text Jin? Then he realised that it was a valid question, seeing as these people were brutal with their enemies. But, so are we. Jungkook thought for a moment. “You grab one of my guns from under your seat, so we’re both armed. Then, hopefully, with the element of surprise, we can kill the gang and get y/n.” Taehyung blinked. “So…y/n alive. And the rest dead. With only two of us. I’m not brilliant at maths Jungkook, but even I can see the odds are hardly in our favour. We are gonna need backup.” Jungkook let out a frustrated sigh. “For fuck’s sake Tae.” Taehyung was right, but asking for backup meant talking to Minah- using her men. He could hardly call Jin, seeing as the mission would suddenly be to kill everyone, including y/n. He stopped the car, to dial her number. But the phone was already ringing, her name flashing on his screen for the 5th time that day. He shut his eyes and gave himself a moment. Then, he opened them and swiped “Answer.”

Minah’s POV

The more Minah rang Jungkook, the more pissed off she got. She wasn’t used to being ignored or downright rejected.   Finally, after she tried the fifth time, he answered. “Listen Jungkook”, she immediately purred. “I’m sorry for earlier. I hope y/n’s OK.” She grimaced as she said this- of course she didn’t care about y/n.  There was a pause, before Jungkook rushed “Er, it’s OK. Listen, you need to get me in touch with 5 or 6 men of yours We need backup to infiltrate an enemy base.” If looks could kill, Minah’s scowl would have done exactly that. Her expression darkened, but the fake sweetness was still evident in her voice. “Oh, right. More than happy to help Kookie. But babe, tell me the location- it’ll be easier for me to send my men directly there.” She smirked at her own cunning. Jungkook was thinking. But he was clearly in a hurry so as unsure as he sounded, he still said “Hold on.” Then she heard his voice, sounding more distant. “Taehyung, tell her the coordinates.” There was some intense whispering that Minah couldn’t make out. Then Taehyung spoke. “Hello? Here are the coordinates, I’d write them down so you don’t tell your men the wrong thing.” He’s telling ME what to do? Minah scowled once again. She waited impatiently while Taehyung relayed the information to her.  She heard him try to hand the phone back to Jungkook, and Jungkook’s voice saying, clear as day, “Just end the damn call Tae, I’m driving.” Her anger flared. The rage and jealousy she felt was beyond belief. Don’t worry Minah, she consoled herself, not long now. “Thanks Taehyung. I’m on it”, she stated and ended the call. As she grabbed her coat, and gun, she smiled to herself. Sure, someone was coming to that location. But it wasn’t going to be 5 or 6 men.  Time to have some fun.

Yoongi’s POV

Yoongi motioned for Namjoon to go to the roof with a few men. He had an inkling that rat had monitored the whole call. “Shoot on site”, Yoongi had ordered. With a slight nod, Namjoon disappeared. Why can’t Jimin listen to instructions like he does? Yoongi thought to himself as he turned to his office to watch the CCTV footage of what was happening in the cellar. As he entered the room, he heard Jimin’s voice loud and clear from the monitor. “Still alive then babe? I’m…glad”. Yoongi scowled.What the fuck. If he gets attached to HER, I will teach him a fucking lesson. Does he need reminding of the last girl he fell for? “Aw Orange!”, Yoongi’s attention turned to y/n. He stared at her petite frame, the figure-hugging dress, and the way her hair tumbled down just past her shoulders. He let out a small sigh. “I’m touched!” Yoongi felt a small smile playing on his lips, but quickly stopped himself. Don’t.  “I’d sit if I were you babe, this is gonna hurt.” He needs to stop calling her that. “Hey..y/n?”, Yoongi’s ears perked at Jimin’s hesitant tone. He knew Jimin thought the audio didn’t work on the camera, so this would be interesting.  “Yes Orange?”. The little pet names they had made for each other in such a short space of time was really beginning to grate on Yoongi.  “He didn’t..do anything to you, right?” He watched Jimin’s uncomfortable expression, and it amused him. “Why are you whispering?” She asked and he told her there was a camera there. Yoongi frowned. Since when did they tell hostages that?  “Does it,uh, have audio? Like, can it pick up sound?” y/n whispered. Not the first question most people would ask, Yoongi noted silently. But y/n isn’t most people. Jimin sighed. “No. But he’s extremely good at lip-reading”. Well, that’s true. He remembered the times when a loud gunshot, just centimetres away from him, burst his eardrum. He had picked up the art of lip- reading while he waited for his ear to heal. “He took my phone, or I could’ve played loud music or something to distract him from our voices” Jimin smiled, and this time so did Yoongi.She’s on our wavelength.  “Smart idea babe.” Again, Yoongi gritted his teeth. “But Yoongi’s pretty much always one step ahead.” Hmm. Some good words about me. But Jimin didn’t sound genuine- it’s like Yoongi being smart and deductive was a burden for him. “Anyway, what were you going to ask me Orange?” Yoongi watched them with narrowed eyes, curling his lip in disgust when Jimin touched her knee. I swear to god-  “W-what did Yoongi say?” Yoongi turned his concentration to what was being said. But again, it shifted when y/n put her hand on Jimin’s. Why the fuck are they being all touchy feely? Yoongi felt something stir inside him. Like unrest. Almost..jealous.  You’re not jealous Yoongi. Jesus Christ, get a grip. “He pulled out a knife and I thought I was a goner.” Don’t be so bloody melodramatic, I was going to cut you free. Yoongi rolled hie eyes. “Jimin, I thought he was going to stab me, and the only thing I could see when I closed my eyes was you walking away.” Yoongi froze. Then in a sudden bout of rage, he picked up the CCTV remote and threw it. Hard. That’s what she was fucking thinking? At that moment Yoongi wanted to hurt y/n. Make her feel pain. But he wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t.  While y/n explained what had happened, Yoongi started pacing his office, his normally expressionless face scrunched up in anger, and turning an unhealthy shade of red. Jimin looked equally annoyed, though he was trying not to show it in front of her.  She tried to break the silence.“Say something, please.”  “Did he touch you?”, Yoongi stopped pacing.  “W-what?” “Did I stutter?” Yoongi ran a hand through his mint hair. Jimin was going to pay for this. Since when did he make it his business to find out everything Yoongi did? “That bastard.” What the fuck did he just call me? A quiet growl left Yoongi’s lips as he watched him clean the blood. She wasn’t resisting, just staring. Clearly y/n trusted Jimin, looked up to him like he would protect her. Ha, Yoongi scoffed. If only she knew. Y/n spoke up.“You’re mad. He said something to you didn’t he?” This female Sherlock needs to stop asking him questions. He’s willingly telling her everything damn it. Yoongi watched as she grasped his arms. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t look away from the pair. “Jimin. Everything I have been telling you is the truth, right?” Probably not, Yoongi thought. This girl was cunning, and let on less than she knew, he was sure of it. “And so far, I believe everything you’ve told me. Which is strange because after that ordeal with Yoongi, I shouldn’t trust any of you, right?”  Did she really trust him? After he kidnapped her on my orders, tied her up on my orders, who’s to say he won’t kill her ON MY FUCKING ORDERS. Y/n stroked his arm. Her small hands were trying to relax him, but were shaking so much, Yoongi could see it on the camera footage. “So, you can tell me what he said to you just now. What pissed you off so much?” “I didn’t see him.Me and Namjoon had a fight outside. That’s why I’m angry.” Wow, well done. Yoongi thought sarcastically.That was so convincing. She’s sure to believe that. “Bullshit”, Yoongi just about heard y/n’s whisper. “You just said that at your normal volume, so you wanted him to hear. You want him to know you’re lying to cover him.” Yoongi smiled wryly. She would make a great interrogator.  “I’ll talk to you when we go grab some food princess.” PRINCESS? “Please stop interrogating me, or else.” “Or else, what? What are all these empty threats for? You lot think you can scare me, pulling out knives and guns and flashing them in my face?  Yes, I sure as hell can. “Now you can fucking answer the question, or you can kill me GODAMNIT!” Yoongi knew she was acting straight away. He slowly shook his head. Y/n thought she was being smart, but Yoongi had the upper hand. Jimin asked quietly.  “Y/n? What are you doing?” “I’m getting a reaction out of him”, Yoongi just nodded. He knew this. “Ok, Jimin, for this to work, you have to do one of two things. Either hit me, or kiss me.” No way. Jimin don’t you fucking dare.  “No fucking way y/n, I’m doing neither of those.” Yoongi sighed in relief. He still had SOME sense then. “Jimin, If you don’t I’ll make you. Now I can either kick you really hard, or make out with you.” Now THAT, will not be a wise move, y/n. “Y/n. What the hell is this? Come and sit down, you’re in shock. I’m not hitting you and I can’t kiss you.” Not ‘won’t’, Yoongi noted. He didn’t say ‘won’t’. He said ‘can’t’.  “Why?” She knows why. Is she trying to turn him against me on purpose? “Boss’s orders.” He sounded so bitter. Yoongi smirked. Jimin was holding back. Following an order for once. “Anyway, why do you want to get a reaction out of him?” She wants to escape, dumbass. “He’ll come down here, with his gun. I‘ll take the gun and escape.” As Jimin laughed, Yoongi sniggered. She wasn’t that deluded was she? “Shut it Orange. What would happen if I ran now?” Jimin stepped up to her, far too close for Yoongi’s liking. Yoongi had had enough. While muttering a string of curses he left his office to go back to the cellar. I gave him one fucking job. He was back in the room in time to hear Jimin say ”What the fuck are you doing?” And he saw Y/n struggling under his strong hold.  “I don’t have a choice Orange. I think Jungkook was tracking that call.” Now that did impress Yoongi. She must have figured it out the same time as him.  “And he’s on his way kill me, and probably all of you. So I’d rather take my chances with Namjoon now, than wait for Jungkook to get over here and kill us all.” That’s not gonna happen. Jimin asked. “ Have you told Yoongi?”  “Well, I was just about to, if he hadn’t been a dick and left. So if he ends up with a bullet in his head…Well, it’s his fault.” As angry as he was, Yoongi couldn’t help but smile at her tone of voice.  “Why do you think that? That Jungkook tracked it?” Jimin sounded wary. He seemed just as aware as Yoongi that she could pull a trick at any moment to get out of here.  “Well I have a feeling he’s not called my number since. If he didn’t know where I was, he would call continuously.” That’s true. Yoongi still had her phone in his pocket- Jungkook hadn’t called again.  “…And the call was just over ten minutes long, when Jungkook could have easily hung up …but he didn’t. That’s just enough time to pinpoint a location.” Very good y/n. Jimin put in words what Yoongi was thinking.. “I’m impressed.”  “Jimin, you can let go, I promise I won’t do anything stupid.” Yoongi watched as he held her hands instead.Fuck you, Jimin.. “Listen babe. If what you’re saying is right, we have just less than an hour to secure base or get out. I have to tell Yoongi. Come with me.”  Yoongi mentally applauded that Jimin still had some brain cells left. .“You don’t have to tell him shit”, Yoongi watched y/n speak and cocked his head, wondering why they didn’t have to tell him sit. She nodded her head in his direction, and he understood instantly. He smiled and silently started making his way towards them.  “He’s been stood there for at least 5 minutes. Isn’t that right, Yoongi?” That made him laugh. He clapped for her. She was very aware, at least, of what was going on around her. “You have a habit of listening in to people’s conversations?” Yoongi didn’t answer, instead glancing down at the way the two were holding hands. It’s like they were a damn couple. “You’re better than I gave you credit for. Take after your boyfriend”. He wanted to hurt her. Howdare she look to Jimin for protection. She was still alive because Yoongi had ordered it, notJimin. But getting through to her would be harder than he thought. Clearly she was still angry at Jungkook, so instead of making her upset, Yoongi had pissed her off.  “And you’re dumber than I thought”, I snapped without thinking. “Gonna end up like your deadgirlfriend”. Say that again. I fucking dare you. Yoongi moved forward, about to slap her, but changed his mind last minute. He grabbed her by the shoulders instead, and she simultaneously let go of Jimin’s hand in self- defence.  “You wanna say that again”, he said in a testing tone. When she looked at Jimin like he would be her saviour, it riled Yoongi further.  “Don’t fucking look at him. He’s not gonna do anything to help you. If I order him to shoot, he will do it. Look at me when I’m talking to you.” When she looked back at him, his anger intensified. She’s so beautiful when she’s scared.He shook that thought from his head.  “Do you think I’m fucking stupid? I heard everything. That camera does have audio, and I fucking. Heard. Everything.” She tried turning to Jimin again, and that’s when Yoongi lost his cool. He grabbed her face to force her to look at him. . “LOOK AT ME!”, he yelled, his voice echoing. Her breath hitched in her throat. She looked so vulnerable. But he wanted to hurt her. And hurt her he will. “Such a whore. “Hit me or kiss me”, huh? You’re such a fucking slut”, Yoongi breathed. She just swallowed and carried on staring. Yoongi wasn’t done. “No wonder that bastard Jungkook kept you around for so long. A whore like you has no other purpose, right?” Yoongi was the type to physically take out his anger on people. He whirled around to Jimin, and punched and kicked him, before he calmed slightly. He probably would have done more damage, but y/n stepped in. She shoved him. It was pretty hefty, but her strength was nothing compared to Yoongi’s.  “What the FUCK is your problem!” My problem, y/n, is YOU. She shoved him again. “Someone is on their way to fucking KILL us and you’re too busy being butthurt at a FUCKING name someone called you!” Yoongi’s eyes darkened, but she was too angry to notice.  A third shove. “I’ve called you a lot worse so take your fucking anger out on me!”  Yoongi decided he would deal with her when he dismissed Jimin. He instinctively placed his hand on her throat. It was his warning sign when someone stepped out of line. “Careful there y/n. I wouldn’t take that tone with me.” She looked at him with disgust. He ignored her expression.  “Jimin, you and Namjoon, take a couple of men and keep an eye out from the roof. Shoot anyone on site.” Yoongi wanted him out of the equation.   “Yes Sir”. Yoongi detected the sarcasm, but couldn’t be bothered to deal with it. Yoongi took his hand off y/n, as he watched her watch Jimin walk away. She turned to him, and for the first time, she looked broken. He saw a tear fall and it honestly made him feel like shit. Why do I CARE godamnit? He didn’t know what to say, so he waited for her to speak.  “I hate you”, she whispered. “I fucking hate you.”No. Don’t say that. Yoongi swallowed and turned away, before replying. “Oh darling. Do you think I care?” Because I do. To Be Continued.... ♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧♢♧
Chapter 8, 9, and 10 will be posted tomorrow. That way everyone can catch up Lol ^-^ Also Just so everyone knows, she has posted all chapters on her Vingle Account if you'd like to go read them there too! :D ALSO, @yougotnojamz made a WattPad! :D If you guys have a wattpad and would like to read ahead make sure you go and follow her! :D Her wattpad name is up at the top next to social medias! I will still be posting her story here for those who dont have one ^-^

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@mrsjeon hehehe alrighty 😄
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oh god I want more it's so good..and it's getting better!!
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@JoseCullen Ima start uploading some today ;)
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@IDK2018 Gotcha on the tag list ^-^
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