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Criminals - BTS [3]

Your muffled breaths sounded through the room as you yanked at the rope that roughly bound your arms together. The whole chair rocked from side to side as you tried to free yourself desperatly, eyes tired and throat sore from ragged pants.

You didn't know what they would do to you to get your father to give them what they wanted, but it scared you beyond anything to think about it. They wouldn't refrain from something terrible, you were sure about that. Yet as much as you wanted to be saved, you also didn't want your father to give up what they wanted.

Chewing on the gag that they had stuffed into your mouth, you tried to think. Whatever they would do to you to get your father to give in, you had to stay strong. No crying, no screams, no pleas for help. They could do what they wanted to you, you weren't going to play the helpless victim.

On cue of you thinking that you heard a key turn and the door to the room you had sat in for the past half hour swung open. You blinked into the bright light, recognizing Jungkook and Jimin after a few seconds. You immeadiatly sat up straighter, glaring at them.

"It's funny how you try to act tough when you're obviously scared", Jimin came closer with a definite glint in his eyes, "Kinda cute". He stopped before you, looking satisfied at you not being able to retort because of the piece of fabric still in your mouth. Your eyes however shot daggers.

"I'm going to have to agree with Jimin, you are", Jungkook smirked, coming behind you. You turned your head wildly, not knowing what to expect. Jimin and Jungkook's laugh sent angry shivers down your spine.

"How quickly she changes from acting tough to scared and helpless", Jimin bent down to you, face inches from you. You flinched as he licked his lips, so close to yours, not being able to pull away. "But Jin is right, she does have a sharp mind. Shame you can't join us, kitten".

You felt your arms be untied from the chair, your wrists feeling raw. "Tsch, you've hurt your poor self so much trying to free your arms", Jungkook behind you sighed. Your skin was irritated from the amount of tugging you'd done, but your arms were still bound together by the rope.

"Won't that make for a much nicer picture for her dad?", Jimin remained close to your face, looking into your eyes, "If she was completly unharmed, wouldn't it seem a bit of an empty threat?".

"True", a finger traced along your neck, going down your throat. Jungkook leant closer from behind, mouth next to your ear. You froze, both so close to you that you couldn't think. After a few seconds of tensioned silence, Jungkook pulled you up from the chair, your legs still attaced to it, while Jimin removed the gag.

You tried to stand straight, but swayed a bit and were caught from behind by Jungkook. Angrily you pulled away, shooting him a look. Jimin had bent down and untied your legs from the chair, enabling you to stand up to your full height. Sadly, you were still smaller than the boys.

"You take her", Jungkook pushed you against Jimin, who caught you and turned you around so that he was behind you. You bit your lip, his body pressed up against his, reminding you of the party.

"Why? You scared she'll kick you again?", Jimin mocked Jungkook, who you could see turned a light shade of pink. "Gladly, Bastard", you muttered, hearing Jimin laugh loudly behind you before pushing you forwards. "I like your attitude, kitten".

"Stop fucking calling me that", you rebelled against his grip, ramming your heels into the concret. Jungkook however roughly grabbed your waist, half carrying you. "HEY!".

"Be quiet!", Jungkook hissed at you, before cracking into an evil smirk, "Little girls better keep their mouth shut" "You wish", you hissed back, still struggeling in their grip.