Together | BTS Mafia AU ✔

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It was dark around his eyes but he felt something warm around his body. He moved a little, thinking he would have freedom of his arms and legs but they were restricted. Rope it feels.

Whatever was around his eyes, a blindfold it seems, was snatched off is face, making him lean forward because of how hard they pulled it and winced.

Yoongi used his eyes to look around, not much using his neck at all. The roof was full of men, two by the door and two behind Suran. He just prays that his teammates will be smart about this.

"Do you know why you are in this situation?" Suran asked with a slight smile as she crouched down to Yoongi's level, a smile that Yoongi wanted to so desperately kick off her face.

"I don't give a shit. Let me go so I can fight your ass fair and square." Yoongi growled, staring at her blankly that was sure to leave shivers down someone's spine. Except it didn't faze Suran, no, it just made her laugh on the inside.

"It's so cute how you still have a bad cussing problem. I remember you would try to tone it down when you was with me."

"Fucking get on with it!" Yoongi barked, leaning forward to get in front of her face. Why is she bringing up the past? What's her point of all of this.

"... my father." She started, sitting in front of him now. "Was killed by a mafia group when I was younger. We'll say when I was in elementary school. It happened when I was in school and I came home to the stench of blood and men sitting in the living room."

"I was so confused back then. Who are these people? Are they my dad's friends? Do they want to hang out? In my mind, I thought they were the nice guys. I thought they were the ones that had my dad's back but no, it was the opposite. They killed him, right in front of the door. Without a proper hey or a fucking hi!"

Suran eyes were starting to water, blinking them back as much as she can to hide her vulnerability. As for Yoongi, he didn't care that she was crying, nor did she care that her father died when she was learning to count to 20.

"You think I give a damn about your father getting shot." Yoongi said bluntly, his face in a bored look.

"Take a wild guess Yoongi! Connect the damn dots! Why else do you think I brought you here tied up? Why would I go through all that trouble three years ago to get your group killed!?" Suran spat out, her face turning red from shouting.

Yoongi didn't say anything.

"It was your father's group that killed mine. It was your father that shot mine! He was going to sell me into prostitution, he was going to use me for other people's entertainment until this group here saved me. I was pulled away from the dangers of your father to my safe haven. I have been with these people my entire life and now that I have gained the knowledge of my father's death and figured out where you were all these years, it was time for revenge."

"What my father did back then, has nothing to do with me and you fucking know it!" Yoongi shouted at her, beginning to struggle with the ropes even though it was doing more harm than good.

"It would be sad for your father to see his son die a painful death by the enemy." Suran cocked her side to the side, that same sinister, evil smile going right back on her face. Oh, how Yoongi wished he shot her point blank.

"You're fucking pathetic."

Suran didn't say anything back, instead, she stood up and took a step back. "Men, beat him up for a minute. If your group doesn't come to save once we reach 5 minutes, I'll make sure your death prolongs until all you can remember in the afterlife is pain and misery."

Taehyung ran down the stairs to the basement, jogging down the corridor until he hears Jimin's voice getting louder. Once he reaches their cell, he tries to open the door but it was locked. Of course it wouldn't be this easy.

Jimin immediately stopped talking, thinking it was one of the men until Taehyung spoke up. "It's me."

"THANK GOD! We couldn't get these ropes off for SHIT!" Jungkook exclaimed, Jimin pinching his hand for cussing.

Taehyung drew out his pistol and aimed at the lock, knowing that this is the only way he could get them out. He pulled the trigger a couple times until the lock broke off along with some pieces of metal, then he kicked the door with all his might. Light poured into the room, showcasing Jimin and Jungkook sitting next to each but Jungkook was sitting at an angle.

The second oldest took long strides to get to the brothers, Jungkook's mouth pouring out thank you's and complaints.

"Where is everyone? Is Yoongi okay?" Jimin questioned, feeling around his wrists to soothe the burns.

"No time." Taehyung hurried out, untying the last bit of rope on Jungkook's legs before jogging out the cell. The two left behind helped each other up and rushed out of there as well, catching up with Taehyung.

The minute was over with the sounds of beeping coming from a phone. Yoongi gritted his teeth holding in his groans, rolling in his spot because of the different areas of pain all over his body. Luckily, they barely touched his face.

Suran came around and crouched but there was no smile on her face this time. "You know what I just realized, one of the only things you were good for was the sex we had. Everything else was fake to me." That, is when she smiled.

Yoongi's heart broke. He already regrets sleeping with her the day she messed up everything but hearing her say those words, it twist something into the elder. It was bad enough he had to endure a rough breakup after that day, but now three years later, he hears that everything with her was fake? He could believe it. After the torturous stuff she has been planning since the get-go.

"You fucking bitch! You used me, you used me all because of something I had no fucking control over!" If Yoongi ever felt like crying throughout his entire life other than his father's death, it would be right now. Next to a death is a heartbreak and Yoongi doesn't know if he could handle being reminded of both right now.

"So. I don't care. I am doing this for revenge, whatever you feel is not my concern."

"But, my group. Why the fuck would you bring them into this shit?"

"Because you if do manage to survive, my men would kill your members and you would have nothing life. Just. Like. Me." She emphasizes the last three words. At first glance, you would think she would be an innocent girl until you look into her eyes, then it was like a siren, luring you in with their beautiful looks to kill you. Yoongi was one of her victims.

"Ms. Suran! We spotted a van in the woods a couple yards away, north from us." A man said from the side, lowering his binoculars.

"Take them out." She commanded in a monotone way, her eyesight glued to Yoongi as his eyes went wide. Not our vans, please not them.

"NO! DON'T GO NEAR THEM!" Yoongi screamed, hearing footsteps going towards the door as he frails about.

"But isn't that the fun part? Who knows, maybe the rest of your team is already dead." Suran giggles a bit as she stood up, taking a step back like before and saying two words that Yoongi did not want to hear.

"Two minutes."