undercover | jungkook

blades

Y/N's pov

Jihee paced back and forth from Jungkook to me, waving her knife around as she spoke. Her blonde hair brushing back and forth with every step. Fear filled every inch of my body but, I knew I had to be strong.. That's the only way we're going to get out of here. And we are going to get out of here.

"Explain something to me, will you?" Jihee said as she continued to pace. "What made you think that you two idiots were smarter than me? What made you think you could just walk in here, take a few files and walk out, huh? You think you can make a fool out of me?" She banged her fist against a nearby table. She walked towards my direction, holding the knife in my face.

don't flinch. don't be scared. everything is gonna be okay.

"You're pathetic." She touched my throat with the blade.

"DONT TOUCH HER!" I heard Jungkook yell. "Don't you fucking dar-"

"Or what?," She asked, turning to face him. She strolled over to his side of the room. "What if I did touch her," She ran the blade down his body from his collarbone to his gut. She smirked at his uncomfortable expression. "What are you going to do except to watch?"

Jungkook's eyes narrow, rigid and cold. Anger radiated his body. "What could you possibly do except watch her bleed out right over there," She pointed to me with her knife. "In that chair.. on that floor."

Jungkook jerked his body trying to free himself but, it was no use, the tape was too strong. The anger left his eyes for a moment, only to be replaced with another emotion ; fear.

"Why," He asked. "Why are you doing this?" He let his head fall, breathing heavily.

"If you think you're going to get out of here by starting a pity party," She lifted his head with two fingers, meeting his sad eyes with her cold ones. "You better make other plans, sweetie."

Jungkook jerked his head out of her reach. "Fuck you, Jihee, sooner or later you'll be rotting in hell sitting right next to your father."

Before I could even process what was happening, a red hand print was left on Jungkook's cheek and a blade was being held against my throat, again.

"You shouldn't be talking about fathers, darling, considering yours is the reason why you're in this mess. If only he hadn't target my sister, the person who meant most to me. You know how that feels dont you, Jungkook? To have everything you care about being taken away. Junghyun is dead and-,"

"Shut it!" Jungkook yelled.

"Yerin is dead." She continued.

"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP, JIHEE."

"The only thing you have left is.. Y/N." She cupped my cheek, forcing me to look up. "I really don't like you, yknow? After I kill your little fuck buddy-"

I jerked my head away from her grasp.

he's not my fuck buddy.

"Oh, did I hit a sore spot?" She asked.

"Jihee, what is your actual problem? What is it that you want?" I asked.

"Honestly? I want Jungkook dead but, I want him to spill his deepest darkest secrets to us before I kill him."

fuck. we need to get out of here now but, how?

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