My Gangster [BTS fanfic]

Chapter 15

"Where the heck are you taking me?!" I screamed as we broke out into the night air, my hair whirling back as I struggled against the hands that held me. I tried kicking and successfully kneed one guy in the stomach and my hand flapped into the face of the one on my right.

"Ow! Yah!" That guy cried out, holding his cheek but both of them managed to keep me in tight hold while I was inflicting injury upon injury on them. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Yana running calmly beside Monster that was holding J by the arm. He was stabbed badly that him and the latter was limping from sort.

I didn't even know how we had managed to get out alive. And we were still escaping.

There were two black vans nearby and the guys lifted me up and sprinted. I was screaming and kicking all the way. Suga was carrying Jungkook on his back and Jin was carrying V on his. Both of them had lost consciousness. This guy, JB and some other three boys were helping the others. No one attended to Yana since she was obeying silently and running with them. That confused me.

"Let go of me you imbeciles!" I screamed again, kicking the guy in the shin and for a single second there, his grip on me loosened and I thrashed around like hell at the chance. The guy holding my left hand, Mr. Redhead cursed and shoved me into the open door of a van. My body hit the soft seat and I scrambled away, glaring.

JB rolled his eyes, hurriedly helping the others get in to the back before running around to the drivers seat. From a far distance I could see the masked men dressed in black break out through the huge mansion we both, Yana and I, were kept in. Man that place looked like a goddamn castle! It was hard not to wish I had a place like that.

"Shit!" A dark haired one with a lot of muscle cursed loudly and slid the door shut once he made sure everyone was in. I turned my head and almost screamed. V was right there beside me, his head leaning backward and the red haired guy on his right, holding a white thick cloth on his back chest, with blood soaking it almost immediately. He was turned to the right and V practically landed on me, half unconscious as redhead pressed the cloth tighter. I turned back and saw the other guys trying to stop the blood flow oozing out of a blacked out Jungkook.

"Are they okay?" I heard JB ask urgently.

"No." Suga answered tightly, fists clenched.

"Jungkook is losing too much blood." Dark haired muscle man said, a hint of worry in his eyes.

"What?" Another member asked, sort of very concerned for a gangster.

I gulped, watching as the two guys in the front seats talk hurriedly. The vehicle was moving very fast but my mind was not on how we were all peeling down to our possible deaths on the main road where cars and buses were driving. I was too focused on the now very fragile looking boy resting his head above my chest under my neck. He was mumbling something I couldn't quite catch. Goosebumps were rising on my arms and the rate of my heartbeat was increasing.

"Yah, guys, Taehyung is not doing good." The red haired guy attending V said.

"Mark, do it right, we're almost there." JB commanded in a stiff voice and this Mark guy returned his full attention to V. My eyebrows furrowed. Taehyung?

"Taehyung?" I mumbled and V stirred.

His face twisted in pain and and he grabbed my palm in his, squeezing tightly. Like this he was so vulnerable. I never noticed how innocent he looked when he closed his eyes. I didn't remove his hand, I couldn't, my body refused to even move from the spot even though it was uncomfortable as heck. My lower back was pressing against a hard object behind the seat and it was going to bruise, I knew it. I let V rest his cheek on my shoulder his breathing slightly uneven.