The atmosphere shifted dramatically as the unexpected figure stepped through the door, drawing the attention of everyone present. Jimin's arrival sent ripples of shock throughout the room, prompting gasps of disbelief from the assembled group.
A cloud of questions loomed over them, each one more pressing than the last. How could this be happening? Jimin, a trusted friend, had turned against them?
Expressions of confusion and anger were evident on the faces of those gathered, as if the very air in the room was charged with anticipation for an explanation.
Jimin stood at the threshold, seemingly paralyzed by the weight of the stares directed at him. The tension was palpable, and the silence that enveloped the room felt almost suffocating.
At last, Namjoon found the strength to break the silence.
"J-Jimin...what's happening?" he stammered, his voice betraying the inner turmoil he was experiencing.
Jimin swallowed hard, his eyes flitting nervously from one person to another, unable to maintain eye contact for long.
"I...I can clarify," he said in a faint voice, barely audible.
Before anyone could respond, Jisoo's voice cut through the tension with authority as she proclaimed, "There is nothing left to clarify. It is disgraceful that we ever thought Rose was the traitor. Despite your relationship with her, you failed to make it clear that the blame lies with you, not her. Your own mother and our mothers were taken, and you chose to betray us." Her words dripped with contempt as Taehyung placed a comforting hand on her shoulder in an effort to calm her.
Jimin recoiled at Jisoo's words, which reverberated in the room, laden with disappointment and pain.
He lowered his gaze, unable to confront her or anyone else. The enormity of his betrayal weighed heavily upon him, intensifying his sense of guilt.
Taehyung's soft hand on Jisoo's shoulder, intended to provide solace, only served to emphasize the seriousness of their predicament.
The expressions on the faces of those present were filled with a sense of betrayal; they had consistently underestimated their adversaries, convinced they were outmaneuvering them. In truth, they had walked straight into a meticulously crafted trap set by four unscrupulous figures. The rest of the group, heads down and fingers anxiously fidgeting, stood in stark contrast to the four older men, who wore self-satisfied smirks.
At last, one of the older men broke the silence, his tone laced with derision.
"What's the matter, kids? Cat got your tongue?"
Tension filled the room as the others reacted to his taunt, their anger and frustration simmering just below the surface. Yet, they held their tongues, unwilling to grant their foes the pleasure of a reaction.
Frustration hung thick in the air, and as everyone exchanged glances, a question nagged at Lisa's mind.
"R-rose!! Where is she?" Her voice trembled with emotion.
Jisoo scanned the room in a panic, her hand trembling. They all heard one of the men chuckle as he toyed with a key in his grasp.
"Tsk tsk...poor kids! Missing your dear friend, are we? Well, we’re not that cruel. As you wish, we’d like to present your dear sister or friend right here in front of you all." He clapped his hands twice, and the door swung open, revealing a burly man dragging something behind him, prompting gasps from the crowd.
The blonde, Rose, was being pulled by her hair, her clothes torn and her body bruised and unconscious. Cries escaped the lips of the older women, while the younger ones stood frozen in shock, their faces drained of color. When Jimin's gaze fell upon Rose's limp form, a scream erupted from him as he rushed forward, only to be yanked back by one of the men.
The man threatened, "Take it easy, boy. If you want to avoid a bullet in your skull, know your limits," as he gritted his teeth, watching the other kneel on the floor, sobs escaping his lips.
Jisoo, trembling, reached out to her friend, who lay on the ground, bruised and battered. The sight of the cuts and blood reminded her of her failure to protect the one she had sworn to defend. She felt a deep resentment towards her friend, knowing that it was her who had suffered alone all the while. They believed she had betrayed them, but all she had done was shield her lover and take the blame. The weight of guilt and shame threatened to shatter her spirit as she cradled her friend’s body in her lap, feeling utterly defeated. Rose's breath was fading, her pulse barely detectable. In a panic, Jisoo held her tightly, running her fingers through her hair.
"Please, just wake up... I promise I won't act recklessly again... Just open your eyes, even once. I need to hear you say that I’m not just your friend, but family. I want to see those hazel eyes looking back at me. Just once, I long to hear your angelic voice. Wake up, not just for me, but for your mother, for your sister Lisa, for your mandu, and for your brothers—JK, Tae, Namjoon, Suga, Jin, and J-Hope. They are all heartbroken, longing to see you again. Think of your father, think of everyone who loves you, think of yourself. How can we go on without you? Please, just open your eyes. Don’t do this to me, don’t do this to us." Her voice cracked from the tears, and she glanced around to see JK in the corner, tears streaming down his face,
She surveyed the scene, tears streaming down her face as she noticed the blood gushing from his bullet wound in the corner. The girls were covered in bruises, sobbing uncontrollably, while Taehyung struggled to maintain his posture due to his injured back. The boys had bloodshot eyes and battered bodies, their mothers chained up, all four of them weeping heartily.
Her gaze shifted to the four men, filled with fury.
"Either release those chains or treat her immediately!" she demanded through gritted teeth.
"Oh, and what makes you think you can give us orders?" Taehoon retorted.
"I enjoy hearing these women plead... let her cry; it will be quite the spectacle when her friend dies in her arms," Dojin added with a smirk.
"Looking at her state, I’d estimate she has about 40 to 45 minutes left—a slow and agonizing demise," Mr. Park chuckled.
"Perhaps we should entertain them for those 40 to 45 minutes," Jay suggested, a sly grin on his face.
"Exactly... it might help them deal with their suffering," he continued.
"How about we hear some more begging and crying?" Taehoon murmured, signaling one of his guards to unchain Soojin, who was then dragged forcefully toward the men.
"Tie her to the table!" The command sent shivers down everyone’s spine, causing panic to erupt in the room.
"YOU'LL REGRET THIS, LET HER GO NOW!" Suga's voice thundered.
"I swear, if he lays a finger on her again, I will make him pay," Jungkook growled, clutching his wound.
They all laughed as the guard restrained her on the table despite her protests. Taehoon approached her, a blade in hand, as the sounds of groans and rattling chains filled the air.
His eyes locked onto hers with a smirk.
"All these years, I desired you—your body, your soul—but you chose that worthless Gong Yoo. Fate can be cruel incredibly cruel," he whispered in her ear, the blade glinting ominously in his grasp. He leaned in close, his breath brushing against her ear while the blade in his hand delicately traced the surface of her clothing, tearing through the material beneath. The air was filled with shouts, screams, and curses, yet Soojin remained eerily silent and expressionless.
"Do you honestly believe they won't come for y'all, dear Taehoon?" Her voice was steady and resolute, concealing the tempest that was about to unfold.
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untitled YOU AND ME
Fanfiction"the past was the one who was holding me back" "holding you back from what?" "from making you mine" will jisoo and taehyung ever be able to unite? they are going to face the obstacles in their life together.. taehyung as her stalker and obsessing o...
