Pastels in Monochrome (JIN ML) | By Dew

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The signs were there as soon as Seokjin had left the building; shadows falling from behind, shuffled footsteps and the strategic placements of cars. He hadn't panicked then, making the mistake of thinking that the people following him would be smart enough not to do their deed in the busy street.

Seokjin dodged the rod to his head only to be kicked in his shin, "Get him inside!"

He cocked his gun out at the same time the men put theirs against the heads of children around; a school, he realised belatedly. A school for omegas in an area where police gave little shits about people who were considered nothing more than breeders by the society.

"Get in", Seokjin sighed, less at his own error in judgement and more at the mess his men were going to make of this place.

One could not just kidnap a man in the streets and expect words to not spread faster than wildfire but Seokjin was quickly realising another mistake he had made in predicting the move of his enemies.

They weren't his enemies.

"The bastards really have a pretty omega", he barely hissed at the kick to his stomach but still protected the area with the cross of his hands, "but what fools let their little bitch walk around freely?"

Seokjin had a biting remark but he had learned long ago that a sharp mind was worth more than a sharp tongue, "They won't trade anything to get me back."

Though he had given his right-hand men every code needed to open every part of their organisation, Seokjin knew that none of them would trade anything unless they get a word from him. They would want to, of course, and Seokjin knew Namjoon would be the first to agree but Hoseok and Yoongi would always stop him and his softer heart.

The man laughed, manic and no different than a hyena. Seokjin saw the second mistake he had made, "Oh but we don't plan on sending you back."

These people weren't stupid who wanted the files and information the biggest criminal gang of Korea had; these people were crazy enough to think that they could win the war against Seokjin's gang.

"What do you mea-" his words were interrupted by a slap to his cheek. Seokjin closed his eyes, breathing calmly through his nose. Someone fisted his hair and yanked his head back, gripping his neck in a choking hold.

"Sad that we couldn't get to enjoy fucking this body", Seokjin observed the face of the man above him, remembering the words and the lecherous smile, "but it must be satisfying to beat something so soft, right?"

Seokjin wrapped on arm around his stomach and one on his head, not letting out anything more than stuttered breaths as kicks and blows ran over his body. His silence irked the men, a few hands going towards the belt around his waist but before Seokjin could growl and bite their fingers off, the van came to a stop.

"Can't you even kill a bitch!"

He closed his eyes and heaved through the hit of rods, flinching when his bruised and bleeding body was dragged out. Seokjin could barely look through his swollen eyes, pain blurring whatever vision he had left. He felt the cool hair against his aching and bloody scalp, the sound of water hitting small stones and pebbles.

"Throw him you slow fucks!"

Seokjin did not put up any fight as he was forced over the railing of the bridge, closing his eyes when he saw the blue of the water getting closer. The impact was dizzying and frosty, making him panic for the first time in the last hour.

"Let's go before those alphas track their bitch or us."

Seokjin could barely hear anything over water in his ears and his own elevated heartbeat so he waited until his bruised lungs started to burn. He came out of the surface with a loud gasp of pain, gulping down air through his crushed throat and bloody lips.