A man with dark-brown hair named Jimin was walking alone on the dusk of Seoul to his way home.
Jimin was walking when he suddenly heard a commotion in a narrow alley. He checked it and saw the slender yet rather thin back of a man wearing a black suit pointing a gun towards a middle-aged man that was leaning his back on a dead end wall. Jimin just squinted his eyes at what's happening but he seemed to appear unnoticed by them even when he was left unmoved in his place.
"Where's the money" the man with the gun asked, his tone clearly uninterested like this was wasting his time.
"S-sorry Mr. J-Jung (Jungkook), I don't have it! Please....I'll give it tomorrow....please let me-!"
Bang!
Jungkook just tsked. Before the man could complete his sentence, he was directly shot between the brows of his head. From the sound of the gun shot, Jimin flinched and sharply gasped, creating a sound out of his lips which could be heard by anyone five meters away from him including the man in front.
Jimin began to panic because he just realized that he met trouble!! UGH!!Subconsciously, Jimin shifted his gaze, his eyes meeting the eyes of the man in front. The man narrowed his eyes behind Jimin and shortly nodded like someone was behind him. Before Jimin could turn around, something hard hit his neck making him pass out in a heartbeat.
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On the center part of a dark room was a light, beaming below a tall yet somewhat fat/average sized figure that was tied up on a chair. The wrists of the figure were tied to his back, the only thing separating his arms and his back was the back of the steel chair. The man that was tied up unconscious was Jimin. The room was silent like when you go in, no sounds were made and no actions where done which made an illusion that time had stopped.
Suddenly Jimin woke up, opening his eyes, he could only see darkness and little sparks of light. Obviously, he was blindfolded. After that thought, he slightly moved his head, he felt a great sting of pain on his nape; Must have been done to knock him out earlier. He cautiously stretched his neck to his right side, feeling the sting of pain still fresh on his sore muscles which he wished no bruises would be seen later.
Jimin doesn't know where he was and where he was held captive but for sure, eyes were on him and he was right! In front of him was a guy in his dark-indigo cozy pajamas that had golden patterns of IIs. The color of the man's hair was turquoise; his hair was slightly disheveled, with his right cheek resting on his right hand and his slender legs sluggishly crossed. With this looks, he had the vibe of laziness that makes him look like one of those happy-go-lucky men. (a/n: ehemm...."CraZyFoRMySELf" Taehyung but with 'different clothes' as what was described)
"So you're finally awake" Taehyung's deep and slightly hoarse voice echoed in the silent room making it sound like he just woken up from his sleep but in truth, he was screamin' loud the past hour but then stopped when he came in the room, watching an unconscious Jimin. Due to that, he also started to get bored and slowly dozed off till he heard a ting of movement of the steel chair.
Jimin jolted at the foreign voice, moving his head to the direction where the sound- where the voice came from. Just by hearing the casual tone of that man's calm voice, it seems that the man wasn't new to this and the man seems confident that Jimin can't escape.
Jimin started mentally scolding himself. How can he be so foolish! He should have minded his own business earlier or else he wouldn't even be here right now. Was this the consequence on having to witness a crime scene? Thinking about it, he somehow asked God what did his previous life do to get such retribution?! Sigh~ he really should be less involved in other's business but what could he do? It's not his fault for having reflexes that could result him regrettably involved.
It's too troublesome but it naturally became his second nature. Maybe he should just go with the flow because in this situation, there's no such thing as negotiations. He's alone and unarmed. He doesn't even have a hostage to trick this people out of him... Dang! How can he even get a hostage when he's clearly the hostage here! Jimin wanted to cry but got no tears. He could only observe his surroundings for the time being till he could make an escape plan.
Jimin cleared his throat that was somehow dry. He frowned, was he thirsty or when asleep, he just snores hard? No! He shouldn't imagine himself like that at this time or he would really be embarrassed. He took a deep breath calming his already embarrassed self down.
Shortly, he finally spoke, cautiously moving his head to the direction of the stranger. "W-who are you?"
"I'm your dad and I'll decide if you talk or not" said Taehyung who clearly was uninterested about the conversation.
Jimin gritted his teeth. What "I'll decide if you talk or not"? Sorry not sorry but Park Jimin is stubborn since he was BORN. This guy even mentioned his dad? He doesn't even remember his dad!! Jimin was enraged. He didn't even mind it anymore on what his tone was right now. That he screamed or yelled? So what?! He's fuming smoke already. "What do you want?!!"
'Hot-tempered are we now?'Taehyung thought. He's not even bothered about Jimin raising his voice. It was a bit interesting. He was somehow enjoying it. He hadn't had someone who could shout at him for a very long time. Taehyung missed that feeling of being shouted at. This scene right now feels nostalgic.
Taehyung sighed sadly at his thoughts. He lightly shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking about this now.
Without any much consideration, Taehyung just strolled forward, facing Jimin who was still sitting and was still restricted to move or to see. He leaned leveling his head to the current height of his hostage. Looking at his hostage in a closer view, his index finger started to trail from Jimin's ear, jaw line to his chin, locking it between his thumb and point finger.
With a pleasant tone, Taehyung expressed the friendliness of his voice that softly spoken "Don't worry sweetie. Just be thankful that you're still alive." creepy. It gave Jimin goose bumps!
Now that's really scary. Jimin can't help shuddering. Before he could retort, a sound of a password pin being tinged then a door swiftly opening got the attention of the both which led Taehyung to let go of Jimin's chin, leaving him on his sit.
Taehyung turned to see who came in which is not hard to know who it might be since there's barely anyone who knew this room except two people. A man with sharp features in a black suit came in. The man has black hair, the left short side was parted vertically while the right long part of it was slightly brushed diagonally away from the left side. (A/n: "Fake Love" Jk hair)
That man is the exact one Jimin saw earlier.
Jungkook strode calmly to the center of the room, unhurriedly going in front of Taehyung. Steps of his shoes' heel could be clearly heard echoing in the room. Jungkook stopped walking a meter away from Taehyung, a clear and smooth voice echoed through the whole place.
"Go to bed, V"
The voice was cold, indifferent, and unemotional.
Jimin can tell that the one who spoke just now was dangerous. From the voice, Jimin can tell that the owner of it was a ticking bomb. One wrong move and you're already dead. Somehow it made Jimin feel fear. It was somewhat a familiar feeling yet he couldn't point it out and it only made him fear more because the feeling he's experiencing now was really foreign to him. In his vocabulary; the fear was familiar yet unknown and that's what's more for him to fear.
No. He doesn't want this feeling. Feeling vulnerable, that all he can do is taking. Taking everything that is given to him and that it doesn't matter if he wants it or not. He feels he's empty that he was missing something important. He can't remember but he also doesn't want to remember. He doesn't want this neither need this. All he can feel was his body freezing at the loss of temperature from his blood with his body covered with cold sweat. He's uncomfortable as ever that he believes that he's been in this state for years.
Jimin can only listen and tried hard not to squirm or even make a sound. He was slowly suffocating in each time that he breaths, his body was trembling madly as he grips the ropes on his wrists his skin was pale like the newly dead.
While Jimin was having his own crisis, Taehyung a.k.a. V was just frowning deeply displeased at the younger in front of him, crossing his arms to his chest. He huffs for a moment then softly whined(scold) to the younger.
"No killing today, Kook?"
".."
Hearing the latter not responding, Taehyung was completely upset now because he was awoken in the middle of the night by one of his subordinates, saying that the youngster brought a guy. Knowing Jungkook, he thought that he brought Jimin to vent on his anger which happens occasionally. Jungkook would slowly kill(torture) the guy or something whenever he's in a mode for some entertainment, that's why Taehyung decided without hesitations on having fun with the younger since he doesn't want to slee-…..he can't sleep anymore.
And now, he is hearing the younger throwing him away like nothing. How rude. 'Well, maybe someone cracked up Jungkook's mood that's why he is acting like this'. The older reasoned coz Jungkook also used Taehyung's code name which was a method of theirs meant that what he was doing was business and not personal. But adding the thought that the one using that method was Jung Jungkook, it has to be a very emotional mentality problem hash tag very personal business and Taehyung guaranteed it!
Sigh~ 'Geez~ period'. Taehyung started walking to the door, passing by the younger with a pat on the shoulder muttering a goodnight then finally exiting the room, closing the door. The door was like a Japanese paper screened door but with the use of sensors that would activate the opening and closing of the door. Of course the paper thing was just a décor, it was made with iron doors.
As the sound of the door dashed close echoed through the room, Jimin finally cut his trance, calming himself on the process. Nothing bad was going to happen to him. He should just wait for rescue. It won't take much time for them to find him. He reassured himself. Taking a deep breath, he rewinds what just happened earlier since he didn't paid too much attention to it sooner. Knowing that the first stranger that he pinpoints as V was gone, he wonders who would be this guy now who out of the blue, entered the room. Feeling the silence, Jimin was hesitant at doing anything because if he does something now, what would happen next?
As stubborn as Park Jimin is, he mustered all of his courage and asked the guy calmly but in reality, the way he asked sounds like he was a boy asking what he did wrong.
"W-why am I here?" Jimin cursed mentally. Why is he stuttering?!
Jungkook didn't respond. Instead, he walks closer and closer to Jimin, leaning towards him, pulling the blindfold off from Jimin's eyes with his right hand.
Seeing those eyes, Jungkook can't help but to look at them longer, caressing Jimin's left cheek (a/n: Jimin is 30 yrs. old while Jk is 25) with his thumb of the same hand that was still holding the piece of fabric.As he strokes the pad of his thumb on the soft cheek, he gulps. Why? Because Jimin's cheeks were like tofu and Jungkook just wants to bite it here and now but would it just make him look like a pervert? Jungkook shook his head. What was he thinking?! He just brought the guy so that he can have someone to train to. Yup! Train to.
When he first saw Jimin in that alley, he expected the latter to be scared but when he stared at his eyes, he can't even see a slight fear; only panic like Johny's father finding out he was eating sugar. So he decided to adopt this man or more like kidnap this man then force him to work for him until he will be loyal to Jungkook.
Cutting his own trance, he started muttering to Jimin's ear."Be obedient or…" then ending the sentence with a whisper that sounded husky, adjacent to Jimin's right ear "I'll shoot you" he then caressed Jimin's cheek for the last time before standing straight, reluctantly retracting his hands away. The touch of tofu was gone. He mentally pouted.
Jimin didn't know what just happened but after feeling the hot breath of the other on his earlobe, he can't help but be flustered. Then his heart started to beat fast. This is bad. From his bones to the hairs of his skin, Jimin knows this is bad. With his heart continuing to accelerate, the way he feels uncomfortable in his chest, it only meant to Jimin that this guy in front of him was deadly dangerous. He was even worried if he's gonna start a cardiac arrest.
Jimin wants to get away. He needs to get away. He starts twisting his tied wrists to various angles in hopes of loosening the knots of the rope which didn't go well that he could feel a cold touch of metal near the rope. He grits his teeth but didn't stop fidgeting. He didn't stop even though he started panting and sweating. He was completely in panic mode. He was not thinking straight. He can't think straight.
Jungkook just watched amusingly at how the Jimin struggled. He knew that even if the guy in front of him can loosen the ropes, he can't get away that easily because of the cuffs that were secretly attached under the ropes plus, this place they are in was heavily guarded.
They were basically inside a private floor of a 103-floor high-class Tower Hotel; "Bulak Bulak Hotel". Private floors are only available for core members of the tower starting from the 90th floor to the 99th floor, meaning, that the 100th floor and above are the private floors of the owners of the hotel which consists of 4 mysterious people. Why mysterious? Because nobody knew who they are except the core members and the core members doesn't even bother to say a thing concerning the 4.(a/n: hahah…F4?) Most of the core members are in their 50s and just 2 or 3 of the owners are in their late 30s. When they finally met the 4 owners personally, that's also when their prides were greatly damage. Who would have thought that, youngsters nowadays at the age of 25-36 could lead the most prestigious hotel in Asia for 7 years. And to think that the business started seven years ago which means the eldest of the four owners was at the age of 29! How much younger is the youngest then! The said core members just wanted to die already. What "They are hardworking people"? clearly compared with the four, their lives were basically a lie. Yup, and the Owners are as followed; Kim Namjoon, Jung Jungkook, Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok. Kim Namjoon and JungHoseok are both 36 yrs old, 190 cm. Kim Taehyung 30,185 cm. Jung Jungkook 25,183 cm.
Such dignified figures, it's quite obvious and understandable that they would also carry heavy securities with them anytime, anywhere meaning each floor owned by the four have high security.
Jimin was busy with the ropes that he tilts his head from the side to look at his back seeing his wrists completely tight up. After a short moment staring at his tied wrists, Jimin caught a glimpse of some metal sparkling under the light over his body, and then realization came as Jimin imagines the familiar glint of the metal. Sighing, he gave up the idea of escaping now. He averted his gaze back to the man in front of him, surprised finding out that the man he's talking about was just an inch away from him, their breaths colliding with each other.
Talking about personal space, Jimin got irritated at how the man broke into his comfort zone. Retaliating, Jimin didn't mind about anything anymore. When the man got closer, he senses the contract of him and the world got smaller as he could only look at the face of Jungkook. It's like, the closer the man goes, the bigger area he will block from Jimin's view. It's suffocating Jimin so much that he thinks he's gone crazy already.
Meeting the man's gaze, Jimin calmed himself then smirked as he asked in a calm tone with his deeper voice that he only used occasionally. "Then why didn't I receive a shot from you" you want to shoot me with your ass gun? Dream on! Jimin's smirk widened even more, knowing that they got a use of him if he was kept captive all this time. He's not just sure on what's his use to them considering a secret of his is too confidential that no data or information got leaked out or inputted in any types of technicalities. He just hoped that they won't use his body to transport illegal drugs or something. The idea brought him goosebumps.
Witnessing the confident looks of Jimin, Jungkook can't help but be annoyed at him as he spat venomously on the older. "Stop with your smart ass look or I'll punch it away for you". Taking a syringe out of his pocket, Jungkook examined the quarter-filled container with a colorless liquid.
Jimin scoffed at the other, ready to talk back when he stopped, staring at what the other was holding. He doesn't know what the younger was holding but he had a deep feeling that it's not common. He was about to think further when at that moment, Jungkook started to point the needle to the younger's neck and successfully injected the quarter-portioned drug.
"Ouch!!!.What's that for?! Hey!!" Jimin exclaimed as the unknown danger (the drug) had entered his body. Upon the process, with the great sensitivity of his smell Jimin could faintly tell that he encountered that familiar scent of a drug before. As if on cue it clicked to himself.
It's just so happened that the colorless drug now was the exact same one he got before but remembering he only had a drop at that time, what would happen to him now that he consumed a quarter of it from a small-sized syringe. From what Jimin estimated, the drug Jungkook injected equals to ten or so drops of it. Would this be his end? Would he die or would he be tortured by pain? Jimin gritted his teeth. Can't believe what's happening right now is real. It was too impossible you see!!!
Before Jimin could protest, Jungkook was done injecting, taking the needle off his skin as he turned to Jimin's back and started fiddling the ropes, finding the keyhole of the metallic cuffs. When he finally found it, he freed Jimin's wrists while he cautiously stepped back once to look at the figure in front of him that was now massaging his left wrists with his right hand. Before he could observe the older more, Jimin swiftly turned, grabbing the collar of Jungkook's white shirt, shoving him to the wall forcefully.
"What.did.you….do" Jimin growled at Jungkook as he pants, lowering his head, glaring Jungkook eye to eye until they didn't realize their foreheads were attached to each other. (a/n: Jimin is taller)
Jungkook was struck dumb of the sudden action of Jimin. He didn't expect to feel a sudden killing intent from the younger or was he just imagining it? Jungkook could take control of him but he didn't move and just continued to observe Jimin. He sees how the older's sharp eyes darken and how he growled at him. He even saw how the sweat from the older's face fall to his neck due to nonstop breathing and how he slightly trembled. Jungkook just continued to observe the younger as he stealthily wrapped his arms to the younger's sides knowing that any minute now, the younger will pass out.
Jimin didn't know what Jungkook was doing at this time because he was busy about the drug taking effect to his body already. He could feel his organs hurting especially from his lungs. It's like his whole body was never-endingly pricked with thousands of needles. He tries to endure it, taking the pain accordingly to how he took it last time but he then failed, feeling all kinds of pain in his body million times than before. e
He was slowly weakening, not even able to shout from the pain as he was losing his grip on Jungkook's shirt, his vision blurred and his head aching, he can't shout coz he can't even breathe air. He's getting dizzier and dizzier until he felt like closely fainting, his eyes starting to faintly shut till it's closed.
But before fully losing his consciousness, Jimin could faintly but clearly hear the ringing of his ears as he heard the younger whispering something to him as he feels something subtly gripping his sides.
"Just be a good dog"