A Game Of Love & Flames (Minsung)

Chapter 8

JISUNG

It had been a few days since our mission at the ball. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched, like a niggling feeling in the back of my mind.

“What's wrong hyung?” Jeongin asks me from across the table we were sitting at, in our favorite cafè.

“It's nothing Innie, just feel a little on edge. Nothing to worry about” I say with a soft smile, ruffling his fluffy hair.

One thing I had noticed, call it coincidence but there was the exact same SUV wherever I went. Even now, as I'm sitting here in this cafè, I can see it parked further down the street. Quite frankly, it's starting to piss me off.

“I'm just going to the bathroom, I'll be right back” I say to the younger, as I head over to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom I splash some cold water on my face. Pull it together Jisung! Go out there and ask them what they want! I straighten up my jacket and use some tissue to dry my hands and face. As I'm checking my reflection, I see the stall behind open up. A tall dark haired, tattooed man walks out smiling at me.

“Han Jisung?” He asks.

“Who's asking?” I say in response.

“Yes or no? I don't have time for games” He asks now seemingly irritated.

“I am. Who wants to know?” I say turning to face him.

“You need to come with me. You can ask the boss questions later” He says as he begins to drag me out of the bathroom by my upper arm.

I resist his hold and try to fight to get away from him, but as luck would have it a shorter guy with black hair and muscles bigger than my head grabs the other arm. Picture this, I'm being dragged out the back of a cafè by 2 strange men I have never seen before. I try to struggle out of their hold, but my GOD, what are their muscles made of STONE?! I mean I'm strong and if I could reach my daggers they would be in for a real treat. But my feet aren't even touching the ground currently.

Well shit, it looks like I'm going with these 2 goons.

They get to the back of the black SUV and open the door to then shove me on to the back seats.

“Don't try anything stupid” The shorter man with the big arms says to me, whilst tying up my hands and feet.

“Umm, you're the ones who just grabbed me out of a bathroom and have been following me for days?! Where are you taking me?!” I snap at them.

“You will see” The shorter replies.

I go to make a reach for my daggers in my boot, in a last ditch attempt to get out of there. But he stops me mid reach.

He sees the direction my hand was headed and pats my ankles. He smirks as he pulls out my daggers and says “I'll be taking those, thank you” as he walks to the passenger seat in the front and hops in.

The taller of the two has been sitting, watching.. observing the scene with a smirk on his face the entire time.

What a cocky prick.

“I swear if you lose those daggers I will make sure you bleed a slow and painful death, do you hear me?” I say with a completely straight, unemotional face.

“Sure you will” He says with a chuckle.

The taller one then begins to drive us away from the cafè, I can't help but wonder if Jeongin is okay. He must be worried about where I am. Its okay, he just needs to get back to the others at home. They will find me.

I wonder who would want someone like me and for what? I am no one.