𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 /𝘉𝘛𝘚 +21 《ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ》

《 Seokjin 》

I turned and tossed in my bed, not being able to sleep. Hot flashes washed over me continuously. I had already taken off most of my clothes, leaving me only in my shorts and a top. But it still wasn't enough. My thoughts kept traveling back to what I saw this morning. I've seen a man get killed before. I thought that was probably one of the worst things anyone could see in life. Apparently, I was wrong.

They basically dragged him in by his hair, and pulled him to one of the rooms down the hallway. I had never seen them that angry. Namjoon screamed at me to get in my room and cover my ears. Me, being a stupid brat, didn't do as I was told. I decided that it was the best for me to go take a look. Another one of my idiotic life choices.

After they all disappeared through the door, I slowly walked towards the room. As quiet as I could be, I listened through the door. Loud noises and talking was coming from inside. But I couldn't really make out what they were saying. So, I opened the door, praying that it wouldn't make a sound. My eyes instantly widened. The view in front of me could damage anyone's life in just millisecond. They were holding him up by his feet off the ground, hitting him with a bat profusely. The man was taking hits to his head over and over again, screaming his lungs out. "You know what we do with perverts like you, torture them till death." Namjoon knocked him out with one punch, something the bat couldn't even do. "Oh, you're not going to die this easily. I want to hear you scream in pain. Wake him up!"

They took him down and seated him on a chair, undressing him from head to toe. Yoongi had a burning wire in his hand. As he walked closer towards the man, I couldn't watch anymore. I closed the door carefully and ran upstairs. Half way on the stairs I heard a chilling scream coming from the man that shook me to my bones.

I know he was a bad guy, but I still couldn't wrap my head around how they could hurt someone like that. But I guess it's normal for them. They choose to do it in the best way they can. I should've listened to Namjoon thought. The last thing I wanted to see was someone get tortured. Why did I do this to myself?

Knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep, I hopped out of bed and walked downstairs. At night it's extremely quiet, which scars me the most. The darkness is too overpowering for my liking. You never know what's going to happen. They have their crazy reflexes that kick. They can almost smell danger from a mile away. I on the other hand attract danger.

I carefully made my way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I usually don't walk around in the house by myself. Taehyung or Jungkook are always with me. Mainly to save me from the clutches of Namjoon. He got extremely angry after he found out what happened in the weapon room. Other than him, the rest are pretty okay with me here. I haven't really had a conversation with the Jin yet. But he seems fine.

I reached my hand out to grab the fridge handle, when suddenly someone pushed me from behind. Their hand entangled into my hair, pressing my cheek against the cold surface of the fridge. He leaned his body on me, holding me tightly in place. "You seem to like wandering around like a lost kitten, don't you?"

The voice was familiar. I recognized it immediately. It looks like my fist actual conversation with Jin is going to be in this position. His grip on my hair was so tight that I could feel some strands being pulled out of my scalp. "Did you think I wouldn't catch you spying on what we were doing? Especially, after you were explicitly told to go to your room." I was shocked that he saw me. I really thought I was unnoticeable. Cleanly, not. I keep on forgetting that they're not regular people. "How about I feed you to the big boss? He has been waiting for the chance to execute you?" I eagerly tried to shake my head. If he tells Namjoon I disobeyed him again, I'll definitely be dead.

"P-Please, don't. I'll do whatever you want, but don't tell him." I know I'm going to regret saying that, but what other choice do I have? His grip loosed and he took a step back. I turned around to look at him and he had a big beautiful smile on his face. He truly is the definition of beautiful. His sharp facial features and body proportions make you think he's some kind of model. Not in a million years would I guess that he's a mafia. He does have a mysterious vibe to him though.