Kill For Me || BTS

17

You fell to the ground with a hard thump, crying out as blood poured out slowly, trickling down. Your chest heaved, tears blurring your vision as you felt the stings of the wounds inflicted on you by the hooded man standing over your weak body. Your hands were tied behind your back tightly by a large piece of rope, the object digging into your wrists painfully. Cuts lay all across your arms and legs.

The JYP representative sneered down at you, his eyes gleaming with hunger as a kitchen knife was grasped in his hand.

"Please..." You whimpered helplessly, tears running down your face in a stream.

"No more...I can't handle it."

The hooded man smiled.

"You disobeyed JYP's orders. This is a punishment."

The man's knife lashed across your arm again and you shrieked, energy leaking out of you just like the crimson that surrounded you. Fear consumed everything, radiating out of you in waves. There was nothing you could do to defend yourself.

The representative backed away now, but not before his hand grabbed the rope around your wrists and he tied it to a chain on the side of the room, trapping you painfully against the wall.

As he loomed closer, you flinched, pressing your back against the wall, head bowed in fear.

"No more...no more.." You whispered, eyes tightly shut.

He laughed.

"Too bad."

**

You woke up to see an unfamiliar man's face peering down at you worriedly. Your body felt like it was on fire, a huge throbbing in your head blurring your thoughts and sweat dripping down your forehead.

Confusion went across your mind in an instant as the man loomed closer and you immediately tried to reach for your knife in your pocket, hissing in pain as a sudden flash of pain went across the side of your body. Flashes of your dream crossed your vision and you shivered in pain, animalistic fear overcoming your senses. The man's eyebrows furrowed before he suddenly laid a hand on your wound.

You cried out in pain at the sudden touch, gritting your teeth before finally grasping the hilt of your knife and pushing the man away in a whirl of pain, teeth bared in a snarl as you moved to a defensive stance. You ignored the blood trickling down your arm as well.

The man yelped, raising his hands behind his head in surrender.

"I'm not going to hurt you," He said quickly as you raised your right hand threateningly that clutched a knife.

You didn't let go of the weapon.

"Who are you?" You hissed in distrust, fear slowly building up. You hated fear. You hated it, but here you were, wounded and in pain in front of another man you didn't know, just like how you were all those years ago.

You backed away in a panic, not caring to look behind you before you crashed into a man's chest, a familiar smell of cologne washing over you.

"Woah! Hobi, what's going on?" Namjoon said in surprise, worriedly casting his gaze on you as you fell into his embrace.

The man who had poked you in the side immediately calmed down at the sight of Namjoon.

"I don't know, Joon. She started squirming and whimpering in her sleep so I came in to check in on her, and she won't let me touch her." The man who had been called Hobi explained, and Namjoon jumped a little as you shivered suddenly.