"Ara?"
I turned my head and smiled at my father. He was standing with about ten men around him, all holding guns. With a wave of his hand they dispersed and started to search the area for any danger. I walk to him, pulling him into a warm hug. I feel his own gun pressed against my body, sitting in the holster on his belt.
"Are you alright?" My fathers eyes grow wide as he looks at his now blood soaked shirt. Right, Yoongi cut me.
"Yes I'm okay, it's not deep," I assure him quickly. He was always so worried about me, I was his baby, his everything. Ever since my mother died he'd been protecting me, giving me a bodyguard and everything. But that bodyguard died tragically, and so, now I protect myself.
"Go get cleaned up," he touches my cheek lovingly. "The boys will clean up the house and you can rest." I nod at my father and walk to the stairs, slowly going up them.
When I get to the top I turn and walk down the long hallway to the end, facing the door to my room. When I walk in I immediately collapse onto my bed, feeling fatigued from all the running and fighting, oh yeah and the blood loss. Sighing, I sit up and take off my black jean jacket. Then I carefully peel my blood soaked tank top off my body and examine my wound in the mirror. It was not pretty, and luckily, just missed my belly button.
After discarding all my bloody and dirty clothes into a hamper I walk over to my dresser and pull out my pajamas. Before I put them on my body I bandage the cut Yoongi had given me. A simple gray tank and matching shorts are all I wear over my wounded body now.
I walk over to my vanity and plop myself down on my stool, looking at myself in the mirror. I looked tired and ragged. My eyes were red and my lips chapped, it looked as though I hadn't cared for myself in a few days. I quickly started my nighttime routine to rejuvenate my dead face.
One exfoliant, three face masks, and five serums later I didn't look as bad, just tired. I climbed into bed, turned off my light and closed my eyes. The sound of my father's men moving things around downstairs was what I fell asleep to.
I shifted in my sleep, half awake. Something had woken me up, but I couldn't resister exactly what. It wasn't until I felt a hand over my mouth and two more hands on my wrists that I understood what was happening.
I snapped my eyes open and looked right into the eyes of someone I'd seen not long ago. He was straddling my lap, holding my arms down, his face hovering over my own.
"You must be her," Jimins voice filled my ears. I couldn't really see him, it was dark, so I knew he couldn't really see me, he couldn't see my eyes. "Ara Fey?"
As much as I tried to fight it I knew my pulse quickened at his words. A sick smile grew on his face as he felt its rhythm in my wrists. His grip tightened.
"Where's your bodyguard now?" He was talking about me, to me, the irony. The thing is, I really didn't know where she was. I needed to find my Indigo, it seemed like my life depended on it.
In one swift move I threw my head up off my pillow and head butted Jimin. He fell back with a groan of pain, I made the same noise. It hurt like hell. With his grip on my arms no longer there I sat up, only to be pushed down by an even stronger hand. I had forgotten about the hand over my mouth, Jimin was not alone.
Jimin tried to get on top of me again but I kicked him back so he fell backwards off the bed. I then twisted around so I was angled towards the other guy holding me down. I kicked him hard in the stomach and he let me go. I still didn't know who he was, it was too dark and he seemed to be wearing a mask.
I jumped up from my bed and got into a fighting stance. Jimin ran at me, pushing me hard against my bedroom wall. I felt my body tense as pain surged through it.
He grabbed my arms, twisting them back so they were behind my back, holding me in place. "You're a little too strong to be her," Jimin says breathlessly. I kicked his knee back and he crumbled, letting go of my hands. Turning around I try a round house kick aimed for his face but he blocks it with his forearm and pushes me to the ground. "And a little too trained," Jimin eyes me suspiciously.
Quickly, I kick my leg out and sweep my foot under Jimins legs, making him fall to the ground. I scramble up and run for the door but I'm pulled back immediately. Being spun around I land right against a hard chest.
I push against him but it's no use, he's too strong. "Who are you?" I glare up at him. I'm fully aware he won't answer me but I knew my words would throw him off, even just for a second, and that second was all I needed. I reached out and grabbed the closest thing to me, which just so happened to be a glass perfume bottle. I don't hesitate when I smash it over my captors head, feeling the glass enter my hand as I do so.
He lets go of me and I open the door and run from my room. I knew by now no one was here to help me, my father would not let me get taken, he must've left. As I rounded the corner of the hallway and ran down my stairs I saw all the bodies of my security strewn about. So that's what the cleaning up had probably been when I was falling asleep.
I had to get to a button in my father's office, it would call back up immediately and I would be saved. I was just about to reach for the handle of the door when I felt the dull pain of a fist in my side. I crumbled over and the same guy who I'd smashed stood in front of me, and from his eyes I could see he was not happy. His eyes.
I knew those eyes. I knew I did, There was something about them they were so familiar, as if I was looking at an old friend. Then it hit me, it all did, and I couldn't move, I was frozen. So transfixed with his eyes I didnt realize someone had crept up behind me. The smell of chloroform filled my senses as a hand wrapped around my nose and mouth as I started to feel light headed.
"Jungkook?"
That was all I managed to get out. It seemed like my question was being asked far away, like I was floating away from my voice. And then, I saw black.
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Hello! This is my first BTS story ahh scary ><
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Indigo // BTS Mafia AU
Fanfiction"Why do they call you Indigo?" "It's the last color they see before they die." Cover by @hoseqx Some rankings: #13 Fanfiction #14 BTS #1 Yoongi #67 Taehyung #2 Jungkook #1 Namjoon #4 btsfanfiction