Killer || JJK✔️

- FOURTEEN -

My eyes slowly opened, and I glanced over the area around me. Was I... in the back of a van?

Whoever was driving suddenly drove over a speed bump, and I was sent flying a few inches into the air.

Yup, definitely some sort of van or vehicle.

I was shaking a little bit in fear, but I tried my best to stay in the same position, so that no one suspected I was awake. 

A few minutes later, the van came to a stop, and the person in the driver's seat opened their door. It seemed too quiet, as if it was only the two of us. Where were the other gang members? And where was Jungkook?

I quickly sat up, and sighed with relief as I realized I was right. No one was in the back with me, and I had a strong belief no one was in the front. I wanted to know where they went, but that wasn't important right now. I just needed to figure out what to do with this guy.

I tried to sit up, but then realized that my hands were tied together, rendering my arms useless. 

I sighed softly, and then managed to get into a kneeling position. It was a bit harder to do without my hands being able to steady myself, but it was manageable. 

I prepared myself for when the person would open the back doors of the van, giving me a chance to do something. But would I be able to do anything? It would be pretty difficult to fight them if my hands were tied up, and I doubt it would be easy to get away.

Before I had any more time to think about it, the doors opened, exposing me to my captor. It was the same man as before, the one who had fought with Jungkook back at Jungkook's place. I froze. Whatever small plan I thought I had was useless now.

He laughed. "Oh, you're awake? Did you actually think that you would be able to fight me or something when I opened these doors?" He questioned, finding my bravery humorous.

I sighed, and couldn't even respond. I felt like a little kid in his presence, just small and weak. 

Without another word, he dragged me out the vehicle, and shut the door. I didn't complain, knowing things would get worse if I did.

He dragged me away from the van, and towards a giant building.

"Is that... BTS' hideout?" I mumbled under my breath, and the man nodded.

"Speaking of that, I had orders to make sure you were out at least until you got inside." He added, and pulled out a syringe.

I stepped backwards, not wanting this to happen again. But I couldn't get very far before he grabbed my arm to pull me backwards. Before I could fight back, the same pinch as before came back into my neck. I fell limp, and a tear rolled down my cheek. Why didn't I even try to fight back?

And I was out again.

***

I coughed as I started to come to, feeling a pain in the back of my head. As I opened my eyes and became aware of my surroundings, I realized that I was in a bare room. The walls seemed like they used to be white, but had turned to a faint yellow, and the floors had probably seen better days. The wood had scratches and stains all over, and I wasn't surprised at all that one stain was red like blood.

I was tied to a wooden chair in the center of the room, and strained my neck as I turned around to see a small bed with a nightstand behind me.

Although the bed looked old and tattered, it still felt out of place in the shitty room.

I turned back around, realizing that I was stuck by myself in here until someone came in to get me out. There was no way I could escape on my own.

Even if I found a way to get out, there were still no windows. Just one door in front of me, and I'm guessing Bangtan was somewhere on the other side.

And if I was caught... I didn't even want to think of the consequences. They would be bad.

Before I knew it, a few minutes had gone by, and the door creaked open.

My heart stopped.

A figure walked in, and I recognized him from the first day that I saw BTS. He was the leader, right? Jungkook had told me about him, but I couldn't remember his name...

"Hey, Micha." He said, kneeling down in front of me. "Sorry about the headache. S gave you too small of a doseage, and we were in the middle of carrying you here when you woke up. We had to knock you out without the medication... Do you remember any of that?"

I searched my memories for anything about waking up, and most likely a struggle, but wasn't able to find anything.

He sensed my confusion, and moved on. "Whatever, sorry again." The man said. I was having trouble believing he was the leader of this gang with how many times he's said sorry about a small thing like that. "I'm guessing you know who I am, since Jungkook probably told you everything."

I shook my head, and he nodded understandingly before introducing himself. "Oh, I'm RM."

I was about to say my name, but stopped myself. He already knew.

I wanted to demand him to tell me where I was, or make some sort of funny comment about him or the situation, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Where's Jungkook?"

RM laughed. "Oh, him? He deserves to be punished for what he did."

My eyes widened. Punished? "W-What are you doing to him?"

RM grinned, "That's nothing for you to worry about now." He stated, and then started to untie me. "Now, come on, we're leaving."

I tilted my head to the side, "What?"

"You heard me. We're leaving."

"But where?" I questioned, and RM sighed.

"If you don't get up and come with me in five seconds," He demanded, "Then you'll wish you listened the first time."

Without a word, I stood up, and RM laughed again. "You do what you're told here the first time we tell you. I think you'll figure it out quickly."

RM started out of the room, and I followed quickly. I tensed up as we entered the hallway, realizing how dark, empty, and dreary this place was. The lights on the ceiling were dim and flickering, and windows were nowhere to be seen. How could someone live like this every single day?

It was over for Jungkook and I. We'd lost the fight, there was nothing more we could do except wait for the police to find us. And I'm guessing that they never would, since BTS seemed to be so skilled at what they do. Did that mean that I would be spending the rest of my days in this miserable place?

This might be the first time I've said this in a while, but I was done with the adventure. I just wanted to go back home again...

As RM and I walked silently through the halls, I realized that I still had more time to ask questions. I needed all the information I could get, right?

"Where are my friends?" I asked quietly, and RM turned to look at me.

"Oh, them? They're alive, and here in this building." I let out a sigh of relief. Although I couldn't imagine how awful they were feeling right now, at least I knew they weren't dead in a ditch somewhere. "But they're locked up, somewhere where you'll never find them. So don't get any ideas."

I frowned, and looked back towards the ground. I knew he would never tell me where I could find them, but I was wishing for a nicer answer than that. Like, "Oh, they're fine. They're living peacefully in one of these rooms. You won't get a chance to see them, but they're not suffering at all!" That wasn't very likely, but a girl could still dream...

But as I thought more about it, I realized how bad their situation might actually be right now. Were they okay, or were they really suffering? My guess was the latter, but how would I know?

And if they were suffering, could I end up in the same situation as them?