Dangerous Game | BTS

Chapter 18

"What the hell do you want?" I shouted as my father approached Nayeon and I.

"I need you to comeback with me." He pulled his arm out, waiting for me to take it.

Snorting, I gave him a disgusted look. Beside him, Sol snickered at my behavior and gave me an ugly smirk.

"Go die in a hole bitch." I retorted to Sol, and she quickly went quiet after.

"Don't talk to my daughter like that, Miss Song." A deep voice rumbled beside Sol.

Looking up, it was Yang Hoseok. Sol's father and the man that made my parents put me into the game.

Gritting my teeth, my eyes fumed in anger. My veins on my neck popped as my face grew redder by the second.

"I wouldn't be talking Yang, you put me into this bullshit."

Nayeon, my father and Sol gasped at my in-formalness with Mr. Yang. He seemed also taken back. But nonetheless, he kept a straight face and did it did not falter.

A few seconds later, Mr. Yang burst out laughing. He kept laughing for what seemed like ten minutes while we all just stared at him in bewilderment.

"You think it's funny? Having to kill others because of a damn game you created? I never wanted to be apart of this. I'm only 16 but I've killed more people than serial killers have! I would shut your fucking mouth and get away from me."

Then, the deadly silence returned. I was still shivering, and my nose was completely red.

"Oh great." I muttered as I heard another car pull up to the scene.

Turning around, I faced the direction of it and stood silently watching, waiting for someone to come out of the car.

And finally, someone did. My fingers curved into balls of fists as I hissed furiously as I saw the light purple hair approach us.

"You," I pointed a finger at him as the blood in my body boiled.

"Surprise!" He greeted with an evil laugh.

"Does Kisum know about this?"

"Of course not. And, I plan to not tell her."

Well guess what bitch, I was recording this conversation.

Silently smiling, I continued to press him on questions. Knowing, that my phone was recording this whole entire conversation.

"What made you do it?"

He suddenly let out a high-pitched laugh. Looking at him in confusion, I saw his face tighten as he pressed his teeth, clenching them.

"Because of you, Kisum has been distant from me. She's always working for you, being loyal to you and never being with me. I know you sent her to kill me, don't act dumb. But funny thing is, she never did it. And she will never."

"Oh yes I will." A monotoned voice threatened from behind Jimin.

Jimin turned around to face his girlfriend, Kisum. She was holding a gun that she had pointed to his back.

"B-Babe, listen-" he tried to defend himself but was shushed by a slap to his face.

"Get on the fucking ground." Kisum growled as she stared furiously at him.

Just shoot him already! Jesus Christ, you're asking him to escape.

Getting impatient with the two, I ran over to Kisum and grabbed the gun out of her hands.

Aiming it on his back, I fired three shots. It hit him directly in the back and he let out an agonized wail.

"He'll live you dumbass." I muttered to a crying and shocked Kisum who's knees were buckling.

Dumbass he won't die, I shot him in three different places that will not kill him.