My Gangster [BTS fanfic]

Chapter 13

"Are you okay?" I asked softly, rubbing my friend's good shoulder side in fear of doing something wrong if I touched the other. Her right side was so badly bruised, the bandage was heavy and she wasn't allowed to move around.

Yana groaned. "Why are you even asking me that?"

"Good point." I replied dryly.

"God, your hands." She breathed and grabbed my arms, leaning forward slightly. My skin was covered with bruises, bruises and more bruises. But they wouldn't scar. I had enough energy to walk around now that J had fed me to my heart's extend.

"How do you think the other's are doing?" I asked, suddenly the thought of Ellie and Hori coming to mind.

Yana smirked. "Well, since I pretty much let them know who took us and the history of all this," she waved a hand around. "-I'd say they better stand down low, I didn't get thrown in here for nothing."

I chuckled. "You're an idiot. Did you have to go through those trash cans?"

Yana gave me a look that said, 'Are you being real?'. "As if I love being a small little detective sneaking around trying to trap giant ass gangs and getting caught like a mouse."

I spread my arms out. "They still haven't told me why I'm here and I'm trying to find out."

"It has something to do with your dad." She said.

I sighed. "Yeah, apparently he had done something very wrong to these guys and now they're taking revenge on him."

Yana furrowed her eyebrows. "How does he even know these guys? I mean they look like they just graduated from high school."

"Exactly, I was wondering the same thing." I hummed.

The door suddenly slammed open and I just wondered why everything slammed open in this house...or mansion....or I didn't even know. There stood Jungkook, his hands in his pockets. While wearing a loose black sweater and jeans he didn't look like a dangerous person at all.

"Time's up, V want's you back." He scratched the back of his neck and closed his eyes. Poor boy, looks exhausted to death.

I sighed, standing up but Yana pulled me down for a quick whisper in my ear. "I have a plan." She let me go. Her eyes were glinting and I smiled back. Then those eyes landed on the boy behind me and her cheeks were dusted with pink in less than two seconds. My eyes narrowed. She didn't blush, Yana never blushed, not even when her favorite kpop singer crush took off his shirt out of nowhere.

Something happened.

I stood up, walking out the door and Jungkook closing it behind me.

A few days later....

It was the same as always. But I felt as if everyone around, me and Yana, were a lot more lighter than we first noticed. They seemed to stay less angry at us and didn't snap. Jin didn't look like a monster anymore and there was always J, saving us whenever we did something that accidentally woke Suga up from him sleep. Trust me, the guy looks like a monster with his wild eyes and he once threw a freaking ax at Jimin.

We were both fed and thankfully, not tortured to death but we were kept under constant surveillance, even while we were asleep. We weren't allowed to meet each other too much but in the single moment we do, the only thing we talked about was the plan Yana had been constructing.

We wanted to escape without causing any trouble whatsoever. I wanted to go back, I didn't want to spend any more weeks here, I had to go back to school and I needed to find out what the hell was going on between my dad and these people. Why were they constantly accusing him?