SHORT HAIR CREATURES || PJM

23

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Frustration. Rage. Wordiness was one of the feelings everyone felt inside the Kingdom.

Not Knowing what to do or where to search for the missing girls was the most difficult thing Y/N and Jimin had ever felt.

The female leader's heart was heavy and her mind was desperate for a solution. For the past hour, they were all sitting, desperate to know what to do. they didn't know where they were, so planning was a hard thing to do for them.

Her mind ran a mile, trying so hard for a smart and beneficial way to find the girls and give those rotten jerks a piece of her mind in the process.

Only thinking about what situation the girls might be in made her madness come alive.

Her girls were strong, but God knows what those Rondink bitches might have done to them.

Y/N felt like she could not breathe anymore, so she stood up from her chair and went out of the room everyone else was in.

Jimin looked up at her, worried, and was about to stand up and go after her. But Commander Ken's voice stopped him,

"It is better to leave her alone for now. Let her breathe, go to her later, sir. " Ken said, and Jimin nodded and sat down as he looked at the door she just went out through.

Y/N stood outside, looking off into the distance where she could see the walls that surrounded the kingdom.

Even these walls couldn't protect us.
She was helpless. And she hated it.

Suddenly, she felt two strong hands sensually hugging her from behind and a hot breath hitting her ear.

She almost immediately smiled but when she caught a scent that was not Jimin's stopped her from smiling. She took action to turn around and see who is the owner of the hands, but she felt a needle being injected into her neck.

The abrupt feel of the thin metal being ripped into her skin, and the slight pain it caused made her stop breathing.

She froze on her spot when she felt the fluid entering her body. As the fluid warmed her veins she got aware of her surrounding and that there is someone who did this to her "What the fuck..." she whispered.

But she realized she had to take action fast, and she just did that. She grabbed the hand and needle together and ripped it away from her neck. She turned around and smashed her fist into the face that she had yet to see.

And when she saw it, she lost it.

It was John. A sick smirk on his face with some blood on his lips. From the first day she had set her eyes on this guy, she had a feeling that he was not a good one. From the dirty comment he had made about her ass, to now.

"You sick asshole." She gritted her teeth as she sprinted towards him, fist ready to draw some blood from him. But as soon as she reached, her sight became blurry and she became lightheaded, so when her fist made contact with his cheek the impact wasn't strong enough.

She was about to fall but John was fast to grab her arms. He looked down at her as she blinked her eyes to clear the blur but to no avail.

"Not so fast, sweetheart." he chuckled darkly.

The world around her started spinning and dark dots slowly filled up her vision until she could no longer see or feel her surroundings when she completely fainted. John let out a relieved chuckle when he saw her falling to the ground.

He caught her head before it hit the ground, and laid her perfectly on the ground. His breath quickened with excitement as he looked down at her. He grabbed his belt and unbuckled it, taking it off.