(S)kinship ||Mafia! FF!-KTH.

2.Hot Boys

"This  is where you live?",he asked when you got to your apartment building.

"Hey, not everybody is able to buy a million dollar car, Mr. Flashy pants."you defended. Your apartment really wasn't anything to be proud of. It was this creaky thing on the verge of collapse. But at least you paid for it with your own blood,sweat and tears. And to you,that was something to be proud off.

"Hey,"he lifted both arms in surrender."I know that. It just, doesn't look very safe,Y/N."he said your name,sending a small shiver down your spine. That voice of his was not supposed to be legal.

"Well Mr. Taehyung, I've been living here for three years and as you can see,I'm perfectly fine. Thanks for your help. Have a nice night."You say,tugging at the locked door handle. He stared at you as if he was wondering whether to let you go or not. You rolled your eyes in irritation and frowned at him. Then he shrugged and unlocked the car.

"Thank you"you hiss scathingly when you got out. He laughed at that and waved at you as you got into your apartment.

"Goodnight, miss Y/L/N."Yeah you had told him that too. Yet all you had gotten was his first name. You were weak.

You twist in your key,then use your shoulder to push the door violently a couple of times. Your door never opened with just keys. But that didn't necessarily have to be a defect. You liked to think of it as extra security.

After a shower,you basically collapsed on your bed. You relished the fact that today was Friday. Because that meant that tomorrow you could do your favourite thing. Sleep. You loved Saturday mornings. But at night, you had to work as a waitress at a bar further downtown. It was nothing too sketchy. You had made sure of that. But the drunk horny men were always an annoyance.

You slipped into your coma-like sleep,basically dead to the world. It felt like it had been only moments before you were hauled up and tossed over somebody's shoulder. You groggily looked around and blinked at the moving floor.

Where were you going? Why was someone carrying you out of your apartment. We're you being kidnapped? You snapped awake and started screaming trying to free your thighs from the rough hands clamping them to his chest.

"Let go of me you ass! Who the fuck are you?! Put me the fuck or so help me-".

Crack

You were slapped. Hard. It stung and you were stunned into momentary silence.

"Shut up ,bitch."another man said."Told you we should have gagged her."he said to his colleague, the one hefting you away. They tied your hands together and also your legs,but you kept pounding and thrashing on his back as they took you down the flight of stairs of your apartment. You were sure your neighbours had heard your screams for help. Oh they had heard alright. But in this neighbourhood, it was every man for himself. Nobody gives a damn about anybody elses shit. You get in trouble, you get yourself of trouble. When the cold night air hit your hair-covered face,you were beginning to think your screams were futile but that didn't stop you from hurling abuse at you kidnappers. You had a foul mouth.

"-what the fuck do you want with me you retarded thugs! I'm fucking dirt poor. You ain't getting shit from my family either cause their fucking dead you shit heads!". Maybe you were aggravating your kidnappers but this was your way of venting when you were scared shitless. It was a reflex. When you were scared, you acted like you weren't.

Suddenly the ground started swinging around you. The person carrying you reached for his gun and shots resounded around you and him. They were both distracted. Now if you could just get him to drop you...an idea came to you. You apologise to your mouth and promise to brush three times tonight before you bite a huge,vicious chunk out of your kidnapper's jeans clad butt. He yowled and dropped you. You hit the concrete floor before you are kicked violently in the stomach.