Killer || JJK✔️

- FIFTEEN -

RM quietly led me through the intricate halls of the building, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy. I was expecting a cold, mean, deadly-seeming leader, not whatever the fuck this guy was acting like. Yeah, he threatened me before, but other than that, he's been sort-of kind in the way he's been explaining things.

I liked it better than the thought of him being harsh and mean, but I felt like it would hit me in the face more if he suddenly turned into that sort of leader. Was this all an act, or was he really this nice? And if it was an act, then why is he hiding who he really is?

We turned a corner, and ahead of us was an archway that led into what seemed to be a dining room area. RM approached it, and I followed behind warily. After he entered, I just stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do.

Three men were sitting side by side at the table, seeming to be eating their dinner. They were talking and laughing, just like three normal people would. Not serious at all, which I thought these deadly gang members were. One of them was the mean and harsh-looking man from back at Jungkook's place, whom if I remembered what RM said correctly was named S.

They all looked up as RM sat down at the end of the table, and welcomed him.

"Is JM with Jungkook?" He asked, and S nodded.

"Yeah, he was excited once we showed up with Jungkook." S explained, smirking. "I let him have him."

Suddenly, their attention turned to me, and I froze. Were they all going to be nice-ish like RM, or cold and harsh like S was earlier?

"Oh, Micha, sit down." RM said, pointing to the seat closest to me. I gulped as I sat down nervously. Why'd he make me sit in front of S?

The man next to S smiled at me. "I'm JH, and this is J." He stated, pointing to the man to his right. "Did you just wake up?"

I nodded, not wanting to get into a conversation right now.

"Woah, why are you being so nice?" S asked, and JH shrugged.

"It's only for now, she's been through a lot today. Why not give her a break?" JH suggested, and I sighed. So this "niceness" wasn't going to last very long...

"I thought the same thing. She can suffer tomorrow, let her relax today." RM replied, and S nodded.

I didn't really know what to do, so I decided to ask another question. "Am I gonna be free to walk around the whole time I'm here, or are you guys gonna tie me up again after this?"

J shook his head. "It wouldn't be very fun if you were stuck in that same old and boring room everyday."

"Oh," I replied, unsure if that was a good or bad thing. I didn't want to be tied up the whole time, but what else did they have in store instead that?

RM turned his attention towards me. "We only tied you up so we had time to prepare everything around here without you walking around. S never expected to find Jungkook, let alone you. It was a shock that he showed up with the two of you."

I nodded, and S turned his attention towards me. "Since we're apparently being nice today, would you like me to show you around the building later?" S kindly offered, and I tried my best to hide my shock. It was getting harder and harder to believe that this was the same man who beat Jungkook in a knife fight and kidnapped the two of us.

J and JH burst out into laughter at the suggestion, and I turned to face them. RM was also trying to hide his laugh.

"What the fuck's so funny?" S demanded.

"I don't think that's a very good idea..." RM said, and S rolled his eyes.

"Why not?"

"She'll ask a question and you'll cut off one of her fingers or something!" J joked.

S' mouth dropped wide open. "I would never do that!"

"Yeah, you would!" JH argued, "Your excuse would be that she was 'disturbing your inner peace' or something dumb like that!"

S grinned at that thought, "You're probably right..." He muttered, sending the others back into their crazy fits of laughter.

I had absolutely no idea what to say. They were like children, but also deadly gang members at the same exact time. How was this even possible?

Suddenly, their laughter stopped, and they all turned their attention to the archway behind me. I slowly turned around to see what had stopped the madness, and tried to hold back my shock.

A shorter man was standing right next to Jungkook, smiling at the other members of BTS. Jungkook had a busted lip, and blood was dripping from his nose. He seemed to have a few other cuts along his face, and his left sleeve was rolled up to reveal a bruise starting to form on his forearm. I wanted to jump out of my chair and ask Jungkook if he was okay, but I used all the willpower I had not to.

RM motioned for the two of them to sit down, and they did without a complaint.

"Hey, welcome back, Kookie!" JH jokingly welcomed him, and Jungkook kept on his poker face. What did he mean by back? Had Jungkook been inside here before? He said he hadn't... I didn't want to ask him about it just yet, not until we were more alone.

"What, did JM say something about being born in Busan first again?" J commented, making fun of Jungkook's upset state.

Jungkook grunted and mumbled some inaudible curses, and my eyes narrowed in confusion. What was going on here? Why were they acting like this towards him?

Was there something that I didn't know?

Soon enough, the five gang members started up a conversation, leaving Jungkook and I to be the buzzkills of the group.

I realized that this could be my chance to talk to Jungkook about what happened, so I turned my attention to him.

"Hey, Jungkook?" I mumbled softly, and he turned his head up to look at me. "Have you been here before or something?" I asked.

Jungkook's face went pale, and he hesitated to answer. "I-I'll explain lat–"

But RM cut him off. "Oh, he didn't tell you, Micha?" He asked, and everyone was paying attention to me now.

I shook my head. So he had been hiding something from me...

"Ooh, this should be interesting to explain." RM continued, a smirk covering his face. "You know how we used to have seven members, right?"

Oh, no. No no no no no. I did not like where this was going.

"Well, Jungkook," RM stated, pointing to Jungkook, who's face was now bright red, "used to be one of them."

My heart stopped. Was I hearing that right?

"JK. That's his old name."