(Just to clear things out!!!! NOT BTS KIM NAMJOON)[I just had no other choice because I was running out of names to use]
"Damn it! He's not breathing." I panicked.
I never intended to choke him that hard but the bastard won't stop when I tell him to.
"Should I just make a run for it?" I could, I can just ditch them now while they're busy. I have a gun and a dagger. And I can always steal a bike from the parking then run to the police. "Idiot."
What was I thinking? They can find me anywhere I go. And not only that, I have other people who want me. What kind of misfortune has come upon me?
I sit comfortably on a large cushioned chair of velvet cloth. The gun is tucked securely on the strap around my upper thigh and the dagger on the other. The dress itself was comfy and light.
What's more disgusting is the sight of the dead man's erect dick under his pants! I wanna puke so bad.
"How long do they need?" I stood up and step towards the curtained windows. Making a small view of the outside, I can see the countless number of guns possibly present out there. Suspicious vans and guards around their masters.
So it was a bad thing to be related to filthy rich people.
*Clack*
I sharply turn around and position my hands near my weapons. But cold shivers and fear got the best of me first.
"So you work with them?" the rough and gut twisting voice that my traumas just love to listen to, why show up at a time like this?!
"I have nothing to say to you." I talk bold but can't even look him in the eye.
"Hmm, I didn't mean to scare you that day. And I'm not here to force you." He shuts the door behind him, the chains hitting each other on his hips as he walks.
My breath running short, my steps went back till my body hits the glass of the window.
His towering height, and smell of Tabaco. The silver cross that hanged from his neck, it reflects the lights the came from outside.
"You were shorter and smaller the last time I saw you. It's a shame your mom can't witness you right now. She'd be so proud."
"Is it fun?" I growled through my clenching jaws.
"The party? It's boring. But I think you mean something else."
"After murdering all my cousin's, after walking away from responsibility, after ruining my family... was it fun watching my suffering?!" the same cold shiver now ran down on my cheeks as tears.
The memories flooding back in my head like an old movie tape in the dark room of my deepest moments. "Don't you have any regrets? They were your family. I was your-"
"I have one regret..."
"...I never should have met you."
My eyes widen and and my hands tremble. I feel the blood rushing through my skin.
"How could you say that-" I choke on my words.
Why am I... Crying?
" "Remember the day you betrayed your ally and forget your chances of building back their trust." Doesn't that sound familier?" his chin bumps on top of my tilted down head.
"Grandfather."
He hums in confirmation.
"He was a brutal man. Don't forget that. Don't be blinded by his soft and loving side of affection. Its all but a bunch of lies."
"You ungrateful bastard-"
The doors burst open and the boys rush in to surround us.
"Let go of her, now." Chan commanded, stabbing glares and threatening clenched hands. "I'm warning you, Ronan."
From my point of view, Ronan scoffs above me. Hearing his real name to be funny.
"We're bound to meet again, YN." he whispers before leaning off and turning back to face them. "Calm down, my friend. I wasn't even holding her." he tucks his hands in his pockets and walks out.
[timeskip...because I feel awkward in this situation]
"I wanna fucking kill him!" Chan bangs on the dining table grabs the ceramic plate and it flies to the wall, shattering to pieces.
"Be my guest. Try if you can." I say pulling out a chair to sit on. "What even took you so long? You said 30 minutes max then we were done."
"We had to make a longer conversation with the dealer. Sorry about that." Felix spoke lending a hand to take my coat.
"Good thing is, Mudong is out of the way and Kim Namjoon has no more fire to buy. I think we have the upper hand here." Minho lays out, sitting down beside me and carelessly places his feet on the table.
"He literally can't do anything now that he's dead. My bad." I muttered crossing my legs and my arms.
"So what's the next move? Russia is still a danger zone and so are the other countries around it." Changbin sighs.
"We could go ahead and start arranging meetings with the others." Seungmin suggests.
"No." With a solemn face, Chan turns to me. "If we make any more action we might get others attention. Kim Namjoon's death might have already caught other groups attention. Let's let it pass for a while."
Why is he giving me that look? I admit I went to far as to killing him but I had no choice.
"Looks like someone's gonna get in probation~" Minho grinned, saying his words teasingly.
I search around the room, eyeing each of them. They would look away shrugging.
Well, nobody told me I can't kill him! So what else was I supposed to do?! For fucks sake.
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FanfictionDISCONTINUED Kidnapped by Chan and his gang, he wants something from you. But none of you expected that you'd need each other for a longer time. Couldn't fight the urge to fall in love with a mafia member. Lee Felix. But is that really all to it?
