𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐃 𝐄 𝐀 𝐋 II ᴋᴛʜ ғғ

ℂ ℍ 𝔸 ℙ 𝕋 𝔼 ℝ : 𝟚

"Ugh! Fuck", I cursed as I woke up with the worst headache of my life. I opened my eyes, being faced by unfamiliar surroundings. A room, not too big, with cream-coloured walls, smelling of honey, and a bed. Oh! Almost forgot, a bed in which I'm laying with my hands bound together with handcuffs and legs tied together with a rope. These dickheads tied me up with handcuffs and ropes? Ha! How cheap! Well, I guess I'm an hostage here. Let's pay my kidnappers a visit.

I sit up in a crouching position on the bed, first untying the rope which bound my feet. Yep, it's not that everyone can do this, and I guess they too thought I won't be able to do anything. But duh! I'm the Chinese Mafia King's daughter! Pay me some respect!

I reach out for the hair pins in my hair, take one out and insert it in the key hole of the handcuff. I twist it and a click sound happens, and the handcuffs open! Yeah, this was kinda difficult but I learnt all these skills during my training period. It really helps. Now let's pay someone a visit.

I open the door, of course it was locked. I inserted the hair pin once again and ta-da! I opened it. There was a flight of stairs leading to the floor above, and I guess that's where I'll some people. Let's get on it!

I went to the first floor, I guess. There was a long hallway, with paintings, the floor covered with red carpet. There were doors along the hallway, but I couldn't hear any sound. 

I came across a room, and I heard people talking.

"We finally got the daughter of Lee Seo Yun!" I heard someone say, I smirked. Let's give them some Christmas gifts! I know it's not Christmas, but who cares? 

"Let me correct you, ADOPTED daughter of Lee Seo Yun", I said as I entered the huge room, which looked like a meeting room. All the boys looked up at me, eyes wide with shock and jaw hanging open. All the boys were in their casuals, everyone equally hot and attractive. I had a hard time not drooling over them.

"How the hell did you get here?", shouted a tall guy, with jet black hair falling on his forehead, dark brown eyes, and a small mole at the tip of his nose. He was wearing a grey hoodie, which made him look cute, not like a mafia boss at all. But his cold eyes and straight face, gving me a death glare said all about his personality. Now that I noticed his two dark brown orbs filled with anger staring into mine, I thnik he looked... hot. Hell Y/N, did you just say hot?! Get a grip.

"Namjoon Hyung, didn't you lock her up?", he asked the brown-haired guy beside him. He had full, plump lips.

"Well I did!", he replied back.

"I don't think a pair of metal handcuffs could've stopped me from getting to you guys", I smirked, "I guess you should've used something better than this scrap of metal", I said as I threw the handcuffs across the table in front of the black-haired guy standing across the table. He raised a eyebrow at me and sent me a death glare. I smirked. There's nothing more satisfying than hurting a guy's ego, trust me!

"Did you really chew the metal and break the handcuff? What are you, a demon?", asked a tall guy with plump lips, fuller than that of the Namjoon guy. He was sitting at the side where I was standing, the nearest to me. 

I walked up to him and bent so that I could level myself with his face, and ran my index finger on his cheek.

"No babyboy, I'm your worst nightmare, dressed like a daydream", I smirk as I take the lighter from his front pocket of his shirt and light my cigarette, keeping it back in his pocket again. "Thanks" He looks at me dumbfounded, not saying a word. Hah! I know people can't resist me ;p

I was walking up to the black-haired guy across the table, when a guy with the palest skin stops me. "Where do you think you're going woman?"

"Let her Hyung", the black haired guy says.

"But Taehyung--", he sighs. "Fine"

I walk up to the Taehyung guy and stand in front of him, taking the cigarette between my fingers and blowing out smoke. 

"Taehyung, huh?"

He keeps a straight, cold face.

"Guess you forgot how to talk", I smirk.

Suddenly, the door bursts open, "Guys! Y/N isn't in her-", he stops when I turn around to face him, which leaves me shocked.

"Y/N?", his eyes wide.

"Jimin?"

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A/N: What do you think the relation is between Y/N and Jimin? How do they know each other? Stay tuned and keep reading to know!

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