Open For Business || J.JK

9

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.
♫ 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩- 𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙝é ♫

Nobody makes a sound as I make my way over to the group huddled around the desk. I find Jungkooks eyes amongst everyone else's.

He opens his mouth to speak.

"Where's my phone? Who has it?" I question while dropping my bag on the ground. Looking away from him, I survey the room. No guns in hands at least, but I can only imply that every single one of them has one tucked away somewhere. I catch sight of it on the desk. I reach for it but someone snags it, holding it up in the air, feet away from me even if I jump for it.

I snarl. He seems to be the tallest one here.

Whoever this guy is chuckles and continues to dangle it above my head.

Without thinking twice, I raise my knee and aim for his sack. I succeed and he doubles over with a groan, causing my phone to drop and slide across the room. I don't wait for eye contact with anyone as I lunged onto the ground for it. Laughter explodes in the room and before I can even grab my phone I'm in the air and tossed over a shoulder. Judging by the white shirt on his back, it's Jungkook.

Thrashing, punching, and kicking gets me nowhere but placed on the edge of the toilet. The laughter only gets louder as he kicks the door shut behind him.

His jaw is ticking.

"You can't keep me here forever-"

"That's not my intention. Now do me a favor, shut up and listen because I'm only saying this once tonight."

I bite my lip back and continue to gaze up at him.

"Nobody here is going to hurt you. Not unless you make me." I tried to overlook the fact that he said me, not them, as if he would be the only one to put his hands on me. I swallow. "That gun I had earlier, did you see what I did with it?"

My stomach twisted. I bit my lip harder and nodded.

"Did I hurt you with it?"

I remained silent.

"Did I point it at you?"

More silence.

"Okay, now she's silent. Use your words." He growled.

"No, you didn't. But--"

He put a finger up as in to shush me. "If I wanted to shoot you, as I did with the four people who attempted to take both of our lives a few hours ago, I would've. Matter fact I would've a long time ago, considering I'm your boss of two years."

"Tell me, why are you still here?"

"I- I want to keep my job obviously."

He runs one reckless hand through his hair and abuses his bottom lip with his teeth. One second he's pacing with his hands behind his neck. The next, he's rushing toward me and crashing his lips into mine.

My lips part at the memory. I blink a couple times, struggling to compare both views of the man then and now, considering the circumstances. How did we get here?

He leans in closer. "I'm not going to hurt you, Red."

"So why can't I go home?" I whisper. "Why can't you tell me what's going on?"

He licks his lips and for a second he looks almost sympathetic. "I can't explain everything right now, but I can tell you that after what and who you've seen tonight we can't just let you go home."