𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊

#15

•Y/n P.O.V•

I inhaled a deep breath. Fresh air. I could hear faint voices in the background but my hearing was hazy so I couldn't make out what they were saying. I tried to move my hand but I felt a rope tied around my wrist.

I tried to pull against the rope but I groaned in pain. I could hear the voices get softer. Groaning lowly I attempted to open my eyes. I blinked a few times before i was able to see clearly.

Memories from the night before or morning was coming into your head. You don't know when it was that they knocked you out because you lost sense of time. Looking around the there wasn't much.

It was a open space with tires and boxes lined against the walls. There was a few pillars indicating we were underground. I looked down at myself and saw that I was sitting on a wooden chair with ropes around my waist and wrist.

I tried to break free but the ropes cut deeper into my skin making me stop. There was no one in the room. I pushed my head backwards but groaned when I hit it on something hard.

I turned my head and widened my eyes when I saw Jungkook tied on a chair behind me. Back to back. He wasn't conscious yet. I moved my head closer to him trying to keep my voice low.

"Jungkook!" No answer. I called him a couple times but he was out cold. "You asked for this Jeon!" Sighing I pulled my head forward as much as I could and slammed it back as fast as I could.

"Fuck!" I groaned as my head made contact with Jungkooks head. Finally I could see a movement. He groaned lowly. "Jeon get the fuck up. Now is no time to sleep!"

After a while he came to his right senses. He looked around and realized we were tied. "Y/n..Are you okay?"

"I'm peachy!" I rolled my eyes as my head was throbbing. He moved his upper body making the ropes pull tighter against me. I gasped and quickly shouted. "J-Jungkook stop!"

He stopped moving and turned his head alittle. "The rope is connected to both of us. If you move then I get hurt so stop fucking moving!"

He groaned and looked around the room to see if we could find anything to use. My eyes went across the room near the wall was a beer bottle. My eyes widdened.

"Jungkook. There is a bottle to that corner of the wall." He turned his head and he noticed the bottle. "If we can only get closer." "Y/n! Together on the count of 3 move yourself towards the bottle okay!"

I nodded and then he counted to 3 and we both moved. It wasn't much but the chairs moved. We did it again and again until we were around a arms length away from the bottle. I was breathing heavily and their was sweat covering my forehead.

I looked down at my wrists and saw it started to bleed. I took a deep breath to calm my breathing. I felt something touch my right hand. I looked down and saw Jungkooks pinky finger was uncomfortably gripping my pinky finger.

"Come on. Just a little more. You can do it. Keep your eyes open." I nodded and tightened the grip on his finger. "We're going to have to drop the chair down. You're gonna get hurt-" "just do it!" I cut him off.

He stopped as if he was contemplating but then he nodded. "On the count of 3 lean against the wall side with all your strength."

I pushed my feet into the ground and used whatever energy I had left to push myself to my side. The chair toppled with a hard bang. We fell directly on our wrists. I groaned as the pain shot through my entire hand. Jungkook also groaned in pain.

It took a while for our bodies to register the pain but when we did we noticed that the handle where our right hands were tied was broken. Jungkook moved his hand a little and the arms of our chair came out completely.