The Bangtan Wall

Don't Touch My Family

Walking down the dimly lit hallway, they pass several security guards stationed at certain intervals along the hall. The guards bow and snap to attention out of respect and fear for Sora and RM.

In several of the rooms they passed, they could hear shouting and others muffled moans of pain.

She leans to RM, and he bends his head lower so she can whisper in his ear, "Did I tell you I love my job?" She smiles, and he laughs as they continue to room four.

Two guards are outside the door along with a tall, dark haired woman. All her curves are daggers, pistols, and other deadly weapons attached to her, clad in a black military armored body. 

RM smiles appreciatively at her figure. He sucks in a quick breath when he felt an elbow to the ribs.

"What? I was admiring the armor." He teasingly says to Sora.

She rolls her eyes and says, "Come on, it's time to play." She takes his hand, and the guard opens the door for them to enter.

"I'm surprised Yoongi and Jungkook let him live." Says RM as they enter the room. 

"They almost didn't. Yoongi noticed the tattoo and left him alive." Informs Sora. 

She smirked at RM, saying, "He knew the man's fate would be worse than death if he were left alive. Yoongi knew what he was doing." She turns her head and walks further into the room.

 RM turns towards the man, his face bruised and beaten. He is slumped over in the metal chair he is tied to. The man looks up, makes eye contact with RM, and manages a smirk.

"Did you all get a turn at her?" he says sarcastically at RM.

 RM starts to lunge at him. He was raging, knowing what all this man did and planned to do to Lorrie.

Sora reaches out, blocking RM by putting her hand on his chest. She gently reprimands him, "Baby, ladies first." She gives him a soft pout.

 Shrugging his shoulders, the man sarcastically says, "I guess not." and laughs.

Sora keeps her hand on RM, saying, "I've got this baby," she straightens his tie and then pats his lapels, smiling before she steps away.

RM rights his suit jacket getting his anger under control. He stands behind her as she steps up to the man tied to the chair, his arms tied behind the back of it. 

Seductively, she stands in front of him, her legs in a wide stance. She puts one hand on each arm of the chair and leans forward.

 She looks him in the eyes. The bright light shining directly over the man's head highlights her legs silhouette through her floor-length dress and RM smiles thinking, 'God I love this woman.'

"Tell me how does it feel," she says as she runs her hand softly down his cheek, "To have your hands tied so tightly. Hmm?"

 He scowls, ready to speak, when her knee suddenly hits him under the chin, and his head snaps back. Sora stands, adjusting the slit in her dress back down her leg. 

She moves around to the back of the chair, leans close to his shoulder, and whispers in his ear, "Did that feel good? Because it did to me, and I want to do it again." She lets her breath with each word cross his ear.

 She runs her hands through his hair, then snatches his head back to look him in the eyes. "Well, did it?"

 His head hits the hard metal of the back of the chair. He glares at her as he licks the blood off his lip he had bit when her knee shoved his chin upward.

 "No," he spits out with hatred.

She pouts and says, "Damn, I must be losing my touch." 

She walks around to take up the same position as before and leans forward. Her low-cut dress reveals more of her cleavage. He can't help but look as she expected.

 Suddenly, his head is snapped back once again as she knees him under the chin. This time, his mouth is bleeding, and he spits out a tooth.

She stands smiling as she re-adjusts the slit in her dress down her leg again. She turns to RM, smiling.

 "I either have to get higher slits in my dresses or shorter dresses."

 He grins at her and lets his eyes rove over her body.  Smiling, he says, "Both." She winks at him.

She looks back at the man and asks, "Tell me, not so handsome, before you lose more teeth and can't speak at all, why you would hurt our dearest one Lorrie?"

He boasts through blood, sweat, and tears, "She was given to me to do with as I saw fit. For a job well done, I might add," he smirks proudly.

She quietly gasps. Suddenly, she knows who gave Lorrie to this crazed man. Inside, she is burning with fury.

RM steps close and grabs him by the front of the shirt. "You don't touch my family. Who gave her to you!? No one has the right to give her to anyone!"

He smirks and huffs a laugh, then spits out a mouth full of blood. 

He asks, "Why should I tell you? You and your little boys stole her from me. Is she any good, by the way? I never got to find out?" 

RM tightens his hold on the man's shirt, making it difficult for him to breathe. He leans close to the man's face and softly, frighteningly calmly says, "Who? Gave. Her. To. You?"

Newly missing one of his front  teeth, the man grins, boasting he says, "Her father!" 

RM rears back and punches the man in the face, knocking him unconscious.