Pain - Throughout her whole body, her ribcage, her legs and her left arm, everything is aching.
Blood - The warm fluid spills onto the floor, excessively, making her feel weaker as the seconds go by.
A dark, heavy, rich metallic scent begins to fill the air.
It was mostly quiet except for some small whimpers coming from the woman who was laying, in her own blood, unable to move, on the floor.
"Tell them to meet us, and better make sure they don't let us wait for too long, eh?! Hehe, just look at you, pretending to be all though and shit, now, look at you. Whining like the little bitch you truly are." The man placed a finger under the woman's chin forcing her to look at him.
The man grimaced, showing her a creepy toothy smile. He looked even scarier, even more terrifying because one half of his face was practically missing. He had only one eyebrow left, and even no more lashes. The eyeball was a constant red and his Iris was nothing more than a pitch black dark hole.
"I really hope you'll die a slow painful death…"
He stands up, lifting his leg and kicks the woman's head, which causes her to fall over. She harshly collides with the floor, her mouth opens but no sound comes from it, blood is running along her chin dripping onto the floor. Her head thrums, everything is spinning around and she tries with all her force to stay conscious. The man leaves her not bothering to look at her for another time.
"Pl-please don't…I-I am so sorry…"
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A week had passed, a rather peaceful and boring one, except the incident with Jin. The Incident caused quite some changes, for the time being no one was allowed to be alone, not even in the mansion. Joshua had to be on his position non-stop, watching over their security-system. No one had even the slightest clue how they had been able to break into the mansion.
After Jimin and his parent had everything cleared between them, they had insisted on meeting Namjoon, and so they did. Yesang liked the leader from the start, appreciating the way he managed his gang. But with Yoona he had a pretty hard time since she was still a bit sour about the fact that he had practically let a teenager join the gang. But eventually she just let that subject drop, her husband telling her how she had been even younger when she joined his gang (which led to her sulking for about three hours before a piece of Seokjin's chocolate cake brightened her mood) and they decided to join forces.
With the addition of two new fighters they sat down and began to plan on how to fight against their opponents. It was at one meeting, nearly everything neatly planed out that Namjoon got a call. He quickly checked the caller ID - Whasa, and he accepted the call.
"Leader? We, I messed up, god, I am so so sorry. They are all gone. Wheein, Solar and Moonbyul…p-please…"
Namjoon heard whimpering noises and then the line went dead. He looked at his phone, wondering what that call had meant, so he tried to call the woman back, but he was immediately connected with the mailbox.
"Is something wrong?" Yoona asks, placing a hand on Namjoon's shoulder. The latter looks at her, his eyes looking around nervously, before he begins to chew down on his lower lip. "Namjoon-ssi, did something happen to one of the members?" Yesang's deep voice echoes through the room, concern in his eyes, but instead of answering Namjoon dials another number and waits for the call to connect.
V and Jungkook are currently standing in a shady alley, hiding from the harsh cold November wind and the slight rain that comes pouring down. Jungkook takes another sip of his coffee, made with much love from his boyfriend not one hour ago, and he feels the warmth spreading through his body.
The sudden sound coming from his phone startles him at first, and V that idiot has the audacity to laugh at the little jumping his partner did, but Jungkook only glares at him, V telling him how he looked like a startled bunny, before he accepts the call and Namjoon's deep voice reaches his ear.
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Little Kitten (jikook)
FanfictionJimin was just your average, not so average teenager. He is in his last year of High school, he doesn't know what to study. [...] he was lonely, not having any friends he sometimes felt so goddamn lonely. Those were the times he just put on a pair o...
