BTS' Bodyguard

Eleven

His ashy grey dyed hair reflected the moonlight mysteriously as he took a step forward, me willing myself not to move a muscle. He continued his slow advance until he was barely a foot away from me, looking down at me with a playful yet dark expression.

"It's about time you return to us, don't you think, Yuki?" He asked.

I inhaled sharply and glared at him, "There is no one here by that name and I don't know what you're talking about so leave me alone."

He cooed, lightly tracing his finger from my shoulder down to my elbow. I pulled my arm back as though I'd been burned and stepped back.

"Don't touch me," I seethed, already reaching for the sleek knife stowed at my thigh.

"Aw is my baby sister holding a tiny grudge?" He asked mockingly.

"This is a waste of my time," I muttered.

"Listen, Yuki, I'm just here to say that we messed up and we want you back, that's all. You can put your little toy away now," he chuckled.

I yelled, no words coming out as anger consumed me at the flashes of memories hitting me all of a sudden. I started forward and threw the knife, "LEAVE ME ALONE! YOU HAD NO PROBLEM DOING SO BEFORE!"

He blocked the knife easily, my aim being less than subpar from being rash. He grabbed me roughly by my hair, raising me enough that I struggled to keep my toes on the ground. I gritted my teeth forcefully, unable to stop the yelp of pain that escaped me moments earlier.

"You managed to survive a few years longer than expected and it's gone all to your head. Don't forget where you came from little one, you will be coming back," He threatened.

"I'd be dead before I let that happen," I seethed.

"That can be arranged," He drawled.

Within seconds, I was on the floor again, left arm slashed by my very own knife which was now being twirled casually between his fingers. I gasped from the pain and kicked out at him, getting to my feet and ready to retaliate. He merely laughed.

"Don't bother, Yuki. I'm feeling merciful today. You're free - for now," He said.

With a casual flick of his wrist, my bloodied knife found itself at my feet, and he walked away, a hand raised in farewell. I waited until I could no longer hear or see any trace of his car before letting myself fall to my knees, finding it hard to breathe as I choked on sobs. Why now? Why did they come back for me now?

I don't know how long I'd been kneeling there with the gravel digging into my legs but my jeans were a little damp from blood where the sharper stones dug a little too much into my skin. After a few seconds I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, the very thing that pulled me from my trance.

Has it been done?

-R

It will be. Be in contact soon.
-M

I pocketed my phone, sniffing hard one last time and wiping my tears before I stood on shaky legs. I found my discarded knife lying among the loose dirt and gravel covering the ground and slid it back into it's sheath. Just one last thing and I could go home. I just had to get through one more thing. With one final determined nod, I made my way back to my car and sat heavily into the driver's seat, gathering the things I needed for this job before starting up the engine and setting off.

I reached my destination and looked down at what I was wearing; this was not going to work. I adjusted my jeans so they really hugged the few curves I had and sighed as the challenge of my shirt still remained. I really should've thought my outfit through a bit more. I cringed at what I was about to do and rolled my sleeves up so that the cuff came halfway down my forearm, pulling the material away from the cut on my left arm. I undid the top two buttons on my shirt along with the bottom one, collecting the bottom hem to tie a small bow in the front and expose my midriff slightly. I was gonna take great pleasure in this job just for making me have to do this to myself, instead of having Ryuu or Natsu do it instead.