Little Flower

40

"All my friends are heathens, take it slow." ~ Heathens [Twenty One Pilots]

Jungkook was livid. Anyone with a brain would know not to approach him unless they quite literally wanted to die.

Right after he left Rosie's, he texted the boys. No one was going to school tomorrow. They had a mission to do.

So when Jungkook gathered them the following night, he ordered three boys to go and the rest to follow him to the warehouse. The good thing about working on Fridays was that mostly everyone was out doing something, leaving their work unseen.

"Do you need anything, ma'am?" the receptionist asked as she walked by.

"No thanks, Charlie," she hums, waving her hand dismissively.

She presses her floor and stares at her reflection in the gray doors of the elevator as it takes her up. She was looking forward to stripping down and crawling into bed, possibly downing a glass of wine or two.

She dug into her pocket for the room key and swiped it, a little beep emitting when it granted her access to open the door. Her foot kicked it closed behind her and she sat her bag down with a tired sigh, heading towards her bed.

But before she could reach it, a hand wrapped around her mouth and she was slammed back into someone's chest.

Her scream was muffled and the arms around her grew tighter when she began struggling, her eyes widening as a pale boy walked towards her with a calm, insane smile.

"Hello, Skyler," he greets, draping the bag over her head.

Skyler threw her head back and Hobi's arms loosened as his hand flew to his bleeding nose, leaving Skyler enough time to rip the bag off of her head. She swung forward at Yoongi in an attempt to hit him, but he dipped underneath and landed a blow to her ribs.

It caused her to wheeze, turning around quickly and gritting her teeth together as she grabbed her side.

"You're still good," she spits, a small smirk crawling onto her lips. "You've always been good, Yoongi."

"And you've always been an obnoxious whore," he snarls, snatching the bag back up as Hobi tackled her to the ground. "Some things never change."

"Fucking bitch," Hobi growls, slamming her head against the floor.

When she was unconscious, Yoongi hoisted her up over his shoulders. They couldn't take the elevator, considering the possibility that other people might be in it or they would encounter someone on the other side, so they managed to make it to the stairs.

And then Hobi slammed open the fire emergency door.

The alarm blared behind them as they sprinted towards the van where Jin was, the unpleasant scowl on his face telling the duo they spent more time than what was planned.

"She's bleeding," Jin observed as they flung her into the back seat, the bag around her head stained with red.

"She'll survive," Hobi spits, yanking his seatbelt over his chest with an annoyed huff.

Jin reaches into the center console and pulls out a few tissues, handing them to the boy beside him whose nose was still dripping red. The rest of the car ride was held in silence, the excitement and anticipation building the closer they got to the warehouse.