Mafia Reloaded | BTS FF ft. Blackpink

17. I Didn't Call For Help?

AUTHOR'S P.O.V

'Cheonjinnanman cheongsungalyeon

saechimhan cheog ijen jichyeo na

gwichanh-a

maeil mwo hae? eodiya? bab-eun? jal ja

Baby jagi yeobo bogo sip-eo

da bujil-eobs-eo'

She was a very beautiful lady, with her fierce yet beautiful eyes as she ascended the stage singing into the mic, her voice surprisingly sweet and tender. She wore a red dress with frills on it with one of her thighs exposed. Everything about her simply demanded attention. But what caught Jungkook and Hoseok's attention was more than that. She wasn't a normal girl, attached to her thigh straps was a gun and knife, while she moved you could see hints of the scars she hid under her dress.

"Everyone needs a weapon in this world huh?" The boxer asked sadly. Before Hoseok could reply, noises were heard at the entrance, and many of Kim's men wearing similar uniforms as them barged in. "We should run!"

They started walking faster through the crowd, trying to find a way to escape. They knocked down a few glasses rushing into crowds trying to blend in but "Hoseok, we have someone behind us." Hoseok turned around to find two guards chasing them. They were about to run when -

"Used to be your girl, now I'm used to being the goat

You're sittin' on your feelings while I'm sittin' on my throne."

The guards were distracted by the dancer. One of them looked shocked and spoke, "Jennie?! you are-" but he was instantly cut off with her voice as she performed around the two men.

"We should go." Hoseok said pointing at a door and the boxer followed.

The place was like a maze with many stairs and doors leading to who knows where. "Let's split up."

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Fear.

Fear is all what Y/n felt right now.

Everything seemed inevitable. The future she was going to face terrified her. Any plan that was made to escape was a failure. The one time she risked it all and tried to escape earned her the long red bruise along her back which they themselves hid behind her hair.

She looked beautiful. They made sure she looked her best. Y/n looked at herself in the mirror but could not find satisfaction in it. She stared at her red bruised wrist after all the useless struggle and hard work she did against those metal handcuffs that tied her against the headboard of the bed she sat in.

Looking around she had felt her anxiety build higher which she made her want to throw up. On the walls and tables were tools, many clean while some had hints of blood stains on them, which only made her fear what they were used for. Most of them were evidently either for sexual purposes of tortures. Y/n felt shivers down her spine and her eyes fell on the whips, knives and drillers. She even thought she spotted something that looked like those devices used to electrocute people.

She chose to stare at her lap than stare at those terrifying weapons. "Is this how it's gonna be?" She asked herself but she was answered instead by the sound of a door opening. She froze in her position as she looked straight ahead while footsteps neared her.

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Y/N'S P.O.V

Footsteps. I don't believe I've been aware of those voices anymore than I am now. I paid attention to those really hard while trying to ignore my loud heartbeat ringing in my ears.