Obscure [Jungkook x Reader AU]

chapter eleven

The car stopped at some warehouse forty-five minutes out of town, and I felt my stomach fall to my feet; this looked like it was out of a horror film, and typically after they arrive the main character gets held hostage and tortured to death. I'm too young to die, and if I loose my life today because of Harry then I will personally come back and haunt the living shit out of him. He better be praying right now that nothing happens to a single hair on my head. . .

The two men in the front get out of the car, and I take this time to curse at Jungkook, "Fuck you, asshole."

"You fucking wish, but you're not my type so. . ." I growl at him as the doors on either side of us are opened and we're pulled out of the vehicle, practically being dragged towards the side door that had yet another tall man guarding it.

Seriously, what was with these people? By how many men they have dressed in black you'd think they were a base of secret service men, but I knew that they weren't protecting any president or a prime minister.

The tall, broad man at the door nods to the guy who has a death grip on my forearm, stepping aside to let us inside the building. At fist it's pitch black, but a row of lights start to flick on one by one until a single door is illuminated at the other end of the hallway.

The four of us walk down the hall, and I can't help but peer at the three men I'm walking with; the man holding Jungkook looks somewhat like a child trying to suppress his excitement - his grin literally taking over his entire face -, the guy holding me looks as straight as a pin with his now blank expression—he had so much emotion at the gas station— and Jungkook looked pained in a way, like he knew what was awaiting us on the other side of that door.

As we start to near the door, shorty behind me starts to talk, "Jungkook, you know the drill. Keep this one in line and don't let her overstep the boundary if you want her to walk out of here unscathed. We'll be waiting right outside this door until you all are finished in there, and then we'll have a car take you both home." He finishes, raising his free hand to knock against the heavy metal door.

"But how do I know what boundary there is if it hasn't been established to me yet?" I honestly question, wondering what exactly was the limit of of pushing it until I would be hurt. I needed to know because most of the time I have a mouth on me that's not on a leash, and I kinda like to live my life actually being alive.

"If you keep talking you'll find out." He answers me coldly, "So if I were you, I'd let Jungkook do all the talking. It'll not only save a lot of time, but it will also save that pretty face of yours." He runs a finger along my cheek and I glare at him.

"Cheesiest line in the book, think you could do better, bastard?" I sarcastically smile at baldy, pulling away far enough so his finger falls off my face, and I'm almost positive I hear Jungkook snort at this.

"Try harder, Yoongi, this ones feisty." Jungkook comments in and I send a glare his way as well; he's feeding me to the fishes.

I watch as the blank look on his face quickly turns to one of aggravation and before I can process anything else, he's shoved me up against the wall, his arm fully extended and his fingers lightly wrapped around my neck, but it was enough to get a point across and it was enough for me to almost shit my pants.

"Watch that tongue of yours, you won't get away with shit like that behind that door, understand?" He seethes, "Now brace yourself because you'll be in for a war if you keep that up."

He releases me from the wall once a buzzer sounds and the metal door starts to slowly open. Jungkook is shoved in my direction and he collides into me, nearly knocking the both of us over but he catches himself plus myself by placing a hand on the wall behind me and grabbing my belt loop. Fast reflexes, nice. Even though he saved me from getting a minor concussion this doesn't exempt the fact that he could possibly get me killed. . .

"Should've just said you wanted me instead of knocking me over, asshole." I joke.

"Once again, not my type." He reiterates as we're both pulled upwards, standing in the doorway now.

"Get in there before they drag you in themselves." Yoongi snips at us, pushing us forward ever so slightly and when the door slams shut behind me I can't help but nervously gulp, not knowing what to anticipate from this.

"Jeon Jungkook, is that you?" A voice echoes though out the room.

"Who's there?" I whisper to Jungkook, but he doesn't answer as he's too focused on the silhouette that's walking out of the shadows.

"It is, oh the pleasure!" The voice speaks again, "Been a while hasn't? What three, four months now maybe?" Jungkook kinda elbows me in the side, and I see his fingers motioning for me to move behind him a bit.

I don't oblige, and I remain where I am standing, but within moments of not complying with his wish, he grabs my elbow and tries to move me himself.

"No, don't touch me." I mumble to him.

"Do as I say or you're going to be dead within the next hour." He seethes through gritted teeth. I roll my eyes slightly and move to where I can still be partially seen by whoever was walking towards us.

"Almost a year." Jungkook corrects the man and I hear him tsk in disapproval.

"It's been way too long, my friend." He finally steps into the light and when he does I suck in a breath, whoever he is damn is he good looking. He smirks as he brings his arms to rest behind his back, his eyes shift from Jungkook down to me, "Is this your friend?" He asks, pointing to me.

"We're not friends." Him and I both say in unison.

"Barely acquaintances." I chip in and I don't miss the glare Jungkook gives me before he turns his full attention back on the man.

"Oh, what a pity, Jungkook is such a pleasure to be around," He starts, "How rude of a host I'm being, come in and sit," He motions towards the two chairs placed on either side of a long table, another chair is placed at the head of the table and I can guarantee that's his chair, "I don't bite. . . yet." He smiles at me.

"Was that supposed to intimidate or seduce me?" I pipe up and Jungkook isn't far behind with nudging me in the stomach to be quiet.

"However way you'd like to perceive it as, now come in." Jungkook and I start to move forward and we split off to head to either chairs on either sides; Jungkook choosing the right side so I'm stuck with the left.

We both sit down, and as I'm adjusting myself in my seat I notice that the man at the head of the table is staring at me.

"Who are you exactly?" I ask.

"My name is Namjoon, and what might yours be?" I feel Jungkook kick me under the table which causes me to look at him and he's shaking his head no.

I ignore him for the thousandth time today and speak up, "Y/N. It's Y/N." I conclude, and the smile on Namjoon's face never leaves, in fact it grows a bit more and seems to become slightly creepy. Okay he may be hot, but he was starting to look like a creeper.

"Good to know, that is very, very good to know."

"Okay enough with the flirtatious comments and stop undressing each other with your eyes and get on with why the hell we're here." Jungkook snaps which causes both Namjoon and I to look over at him.

"Short tempered?" Namjoon teases.

"In fact, very, so get along with it before I shoot your head off." I can't tell if Jungkook is joking or not, but I really hope he isn't actually.

"Well, Jungkook, my boy, you're here because we need to agree on something very important." He states, folding his hands and laying them on the table.

"If this is between you and Jungkook, then why am I here?" I question.

"This has as much to do with you as well as him." He clears the air for me, and I feel my heart stop.

"Then what is it we have to agree on?" Jungkook skeptically asks, and Namjoon chuckles.

"We have to agree on what we're going to do about the situation involved with her witnessing a murder."

A/N:

I bet ya'll can guess who the happy, smiley one is ;)