Seduction Mortelle|| P. Jimin x Reader

II

Runaway bird

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If anyone could say that they weren't afraid to look into the eyes of a killer, they're digging their own grave. Park Jimin edged closer and closer each time I attempted to sink into the wall of the building behind me, to get away from him. But that persistent smirk and menacing aura proved me wrong on so many levels and he continued to spoil my hope of ever escaping safe and sound.

Question that his subordinates inquired was left hanging in air, lingering above our heads on a red string. That little line represented my life and if he were to answer yes my life would end here. Here, in this dark, smelly alley with a twisted, disfigured dead body and the crooked smile of White Devil's leader.

Desperately wishing to vanish into thin air and by some miracle appear back at my apartment, I dared not look away from the tantalizing, scary eyes of his. Moments passed before I had the chance to refresh my lungs as he pulled away. My personal space was again clear, but the consequence was that my body could freely tremble under the cold gaze. He hummed and tilted his head, still staying quiet with his minions oddly patient. His eyes dragged across the pavement then, over to the deceased man before his lips parted after an eternity of silence.

"Mind telling me what a lost kitten like you is doing in a place like this?"

Just like the first time he spoke, his voice sent a unique jitter through my body, down into the pit of my stomach. At this point, my throat was already clogged up with dread, my voice would certainly sound broken and scratchy. But what could I possibly answer in this situation? Judging by the remorse that hung around them when they found the body, he was one of theirs. When you find someone next to a dead body your first thought is that they're the killer, the very first suspect.

On the other hand, I had to stay strong. I couldn't crumble under the pressure or else I would end up just as dead as that guy. Shakily, I cleared my throat and replied. Hoping that he would believe me.

"Just as you said, I'm lost. I was going off from work..I thought I took a shortcut, but it turned out to be a..dead end."

At the sound of my voice, he whipped his eyes around, looking straight into mine. He stayed quiet for a moment, as if processing what I was saying. Obviously, he wouldn't believe it the first time I explain what exactly I was doing in this alley. He moved himself away, letting me breathe in the cold air. My body slumped against the wall in a sense of relief, before my arm was harshly tugged on. He suddenly dragged me across the pavement, with my feet scrambling on the floor to keep up with his steps. He pushed me in front of himself and my knees buckled under the force, causing my knees to hit the floor in a painful manner. I grunted and panted, terrified and trembling from his forceful actions. 

"Do you see this man? He's one of mine. Now tell me what you know, or you'll end up in a worse condition than him."

His once melodic voice was laced with bitter threat and coldness. I shuddered and gagged at the smell of the rotting body. Shaking my head, a sob escaped my lips as I covered my mouth and nose with my other hand. I was dangling, held up by his strength. This went of for a couple of minutes, him repeating the question and me sobbing into my hand, shaking my head with dread and terror washing over me each second. The only thought running through my head was that he was going to put a bullet to my head any second now. Any fucking second...I would be dead.

When he, apparently, had enough of my pathetic sounds, he hoisted me up and pushed me against container, holding both my arms as he glared down at my tears-stained face.