Sold to the Mafia by my Dead Parents - BTS Fanfiction

Chapter 11 - Making a Getaway 🚗💨

Everything that happened after that was a blur-I don't remember anything but Jimin pushing me behind him. I don't know if I blacked out or not, but all that time after just comes up as a blank. But I have no memory of getting here, in this room. Almost everything in here is pitch black, the small fixtures spread out above me are providing very little light. I don't know if they've dropped me off in some warehouse or put me in a room I haven't seen in the apartment, but either way, I'm scared. I don't know where Jimin is, or anyone else for a matter of fact, and it's completely impossible to ignore the pounding headache I have right now.

Maybe this was the punishment they were talking about? I broke a rule, I took one of their guns without reason. Well, there was a reason-I wanted revenge. Everyone in my life has lied to me for as long as I've been alive, and when I finally find out the truth, they expect me to not get angry? They must be insane if they actually thought I'd keep my cool when Jimin accidentally spoiled everything. I don't blame him, though. I would've had to find out someday, whether it be by chance or they finally decided it was the right time for me to know.

Maybe if he had waited to tell me, I wouldn't have been thrown in here. I could've been living my life with the man I'm in love with, but possibly going on more awful missions. I'm sure I'll see him sooner or later. I bet they'll torture both of us for whatever wrong they think we've done. They might make him do all the abuse while I'm forced to sit here and take it. But at the end of the day, it's not like he was the one that shot Seokjin-I was.

All of my thinking made me forget about being scared. I completely forgot about the fact I was chained up to the floor, just stuck here until someone comes to save me. That is, if they ever do. I might die here, after all..

Oh.

I never thought of it like that. I've never really thought about death before, and it never occurred to me that their worst punishment would be killing me. I mean, they're in the mafia, killing is what they do. It's what they do best, to be honest. I don't know why I never realized this would be what happened when I took one of their weapons. I'm sure this would be less severe if I hadn't shot Seokjin, but since I let my anger take over, I couldn't help myself. I know I should've contained myself, but when you find out the killer of your parents, you want them to end up the same way.

I don't know if I'll ever see Jimin again, either. I won't be shocked if he's in the same situation I am. I doubt it though, he is a part of the mafia, but it isn't unusual if they kill off their own members for their wrong doings. If he is dead, it might be my fault. He was protecting me and was just trying to keep me safe. I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself if that was the case.

[time skip - unknown time later]

I don't know how long it's been anymore. I'm getting hungry and I don't know if they'll ever be back here. I'd be happy with a glass of water-that would fill me up for a while. But then again, I don't think I'll be getting any sort of food for a while. Or any sort of anything, really-maybe a migraine from the lack of food. But that's really about it. Right now, I can just hope someone magically comes to save me.
I could've sworn I heard a door unlock, but then again, I could just be hallucinating. Who am I kidding, I don't even know where the door is.. maybe I am going crazy. I don't remember the last time I ate anything or even saw a person, and on top of that, the frigid concrete under me has made it near impossible for me to fall asleep.

"Y/N?"

I know that voice-it's Jimin, at least I hope it is. I look around the room, but I don't see him. I let out a long, quiet sigh, letting my shoulders drop even more (if that was even possible). At this point,I've started to lose all hope, not that I had much in the first place, but I'm worried that I'll just.. die here. I'll never speak to Jackson or BamBam again, and worst of all, I'll never get to talk to Jimin. I know I probably haven't been trapped in this room very long, but I'm still anxious about all the things that could happen to me.
I feel a hand make its way onto my shoulder, and I feel everything in my body shut down. I instinctually freeze up and I stop blinking-which leaves me all stiff-bodied and wide-eyed and all of the worst possible situations start popping up in my mind and I become even more nervous. I can't help but think I look beyond stupid right now, but I should just be glad someone's here, even if its not the person I want to see right now.