Agent V ~ Taehyung

Chapter 9: Shut up

Song: Attack on bangtan by Bts

Jin pov:

The day started off as normal. I kissed Namjoon his cheek when I stood up and got ready for work. I drove to my restaurant and opened it with a smile. In the air you could smell different kinds of seasoning and food. Not much later the restaurant was packed with guest. We were loaded with people through breakfast, lunch and dinner. After Dinner I locked up the restaurant and gave the key to one of my waitresses Lisa, because she was opening it tomorrow, since I have a free day that I am planning to spend with my amazing boyfriend. I was on my way towards my car until a damped cloth was pressed against my mouth and nose. I couldn't breathe, I tried to kick and hit the person who was pushing the cloth against my face, but my energy faded and I lost conscious.

I woke up in a dark place, that I think was a basement. I was blinking trying to get full of my sight back. I tried to move but I couldn't since my hands were tied to a chair. Panic slowly started to rise in my chest and then my vision was filled by a blond haired man infront of me with a knife in his left hand and a phone in the other. He grinned before dialing a number.
"Hello there RM, are you missing something or more specifically someone." The man begins. My eyes widened at the mention of Namjoon his agent name. "My name is John Smith and I have your pretty boyfriend here." I looked up at the man apparently named John Smith and send him a glare. John smirked and placed the knife against my cheek making a small cut. I hissed at the stinging pain. "If you want him back I want you to hand over the agents that killed my brother and took my weapon from me. I believe it was a girl according to my own eyes and the security camera's in my brothers office."
I knew that there was only one girl in Namjoon his agency and that that was Y/n the girl he sees as his little sister. And I share those feelings she is part of our little family. "DON'T DO IT." I yell before a hand slapped me across the face. John Smith disconnected the phone call and turned towards me. I raised my head high, a small cut in my lip what made me taste my own blood.
"You have some guts for an ordinary Chef." He replies waving his knife infront of my eyes.
"Well what can I say I am skilled with a knife and my Boyfriend is RM." I smirk at him "It would be weird if I couldn't stand up for myself." Then I moved my leg up and kicked him in the balls. John groaned out in pain falling to the ground clutching his lower area. I began to move in my stool trying to get it to fall on the ground, so it would break. But of course when I fell the chair was still intact.
"You son of a bitch." The man grunting from pain says standing up. He grabbed the chair and put me in my original position. Before he yanked at my hair and pushed the knife against my throat. "One more action like this and I won't hesitate to gut you so your boyfriend will be greeted with your dead body."
"Unfortunately for you, you need me alive." I respond with a sly smirk.
"Yes I need you alive but that doesn't mean I need you without a scratch." He tells me retreating his knife "So if I were you I would shut up and behave like the little bitch you are."
"Well, for your record I am not a bitch a bitch is a female dog."
He slapped me again "Stop talking or I will cut out your tong."
I gulped and for now kept my mouth shut.