unafraid [bts x you]

ii. bts

I tasted blood. It was strong and felt like I'd swallowed something warm and coppery as it started dripping from the edge of my swollen lips (it hurt to even open my mouth). I struggled to sit up from the cold floor and for a moment, thought the room was pitch black until I felt the thick cloth tied tightly around my eyes. My arms ached and my legs were heavy.

Fuck, this was bad.

Using the wall behind me, I slowly stood up, aware now that my ankles and wrists were bound. I could start to feel the burning that often accompanied rope after a while. My fingers grazed something cold and metallic, the damp scent of mold finally reaching me. The pipe, however, had a sharp edge to it and I quickly went to work, struggling to rip the rope apart as my head raced to try and distinguish any sounds; footsteps, voices, anything. I could only hear a few drops of water trickling down, though I wasn't sure how far from me because of the echo the room had. By now, I was surer of it being a boiler room more than anything.

A few eternal moments later, I finally heard the rope give in, but at that same second, there were heavy steps nearby and I froze, falling back down to the floor with my now free wrists behind my back again. I should have adjusted the blindfold, but it was too late and a heavy door opened not too far from me, leaving me completely still.

"Get up," a new voice told me, not entirely angry like Suga's was but definitely not one that could be challenged, at least not in my current state. I redid my act of struggling to stand and waited for further instructions when the cloth was violently snatched from its place, yanking my head forward and some hair out just enough to make me yelp in sudden pain. I closed my eyes by reaction but the thought of finally being able to see made me open them just as quickly, for a moment forgetting where I was as I locked eyes with someone a few inches taller than me, brown hair messed up and covered with a hoodie.

He eyed me over, making me stiffen, but I guess when he saw that I was fine, nudged his head over towards the door that let some light shine through and turned to start leaving. I hesitated, eyes scanning the room. I could do it fast enough, I could take the plank on the floor and swing it as hard as I could across the back of his head, but I'd probably have to run out and find the exit just as quickly--

"C'mon, I don't have all day. I know you undid your wrists, but try anything and you'll be out for another two days."

I stiffened and picked up the pace.

After a few minutes of walking, I finally put the old building together —with its peeling wallpaper and pulled up floorboards—concluding that I was in a type of house. If this place was where Suga and V called BigHit, it really collided with their expensive taste in clothing. Even the man who was walking me was wearing a leather jacket that was worth more than my entire outfit.

We stepped into a nearby hall with closed doors and I flinched as the floor shifted from a heavy slam that came from a nearby room, followed by a wet cough. The word blood flashed across my mind. Unfazed, my tour guide stopped and pointed to a spot for me to stand in as the door on our left opened and a familiar face with a wide grin walked out, knuckles covered in bruises and blood that wasn't his.

"Hey Jin," V snickered. I glanced at Jin as he offered V a towel that was nearby, hoping I'd be momentarily forgotten and unrecognized.

"People are getting tougher to make talk," V continued on, cleaning his hands lazily as Jin crossed his arms. Another signature smart crept up on V's lips and I inhaled sharply as he met my eyes.

"Taking our little thief to RM?"

Finally, Jin reacted while I held my breath.

"She's a smart one, she untied her ropes," Jin mumbled. V's brows raised and I swore I saw a mouse scurry across the floor. I felt my stomach twist.