Seduction Mortelle|| P. Jimin x Reader

V

Homecoming 

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When I came back to reality, the car was just jerking to the left, causing my head to slam against the window. I groaned, searching with my hands to hold onto something solid. My world was blurry, full of disfigured forms on the streets, the fairy lights blinding me each time I would open them in an attempt to clear the lulling road and space around me. After moments of keeping my weak body from jerking right to left, I fumbled with the seat belt, locking myself in securely.

I finally looked around, covering my eyes from the lights so I could look around the car, specifically to the person who was driving so recklessly. The man was actually significantly younger looking than me, with a face that was wrenched in focus and determination. My gaze fell on his arms and then his hands, particularly the ring that was shaped like the White Devils' sign. He must be someone important in the gang for him to be wearing something so important. 

Rumors say that only seven of them have those rings, one of them being Park Jimin, the man who I was deathly afraid of. And undoubtedly attracted to. 

I didn't dare speak nor question, afraid that he would lurch the car into a forceful stop and kick me out in the middle of the road. It was my paranoia and terror working, but better safe than sorry. I also had no idea how long I was unconscious, but by the way he was driving, I guessed we were still being chased by those extras. 

Sighing to myself, I tenderly touched the spot that was hit, wincing when I felt sharp pain shoot through my head. I must have hit it pretty harshly for it to be swelling already. Not to say, the silence that was broken by only the screeching tires and the motor of the car, was suffocating and scary. He had a murderous aura that sent constant shivers down my spine each time I would sneak a glance at him. I had no idea what was happening, let alone why exactly I was being chased around by those guys, but all I could do was remain still and not be in my saviors way. 

But I could hear no gunshots. 

My orbs glided to the rear window and I realized there were also no cars behind us. My lips parted in disbelief when I realized that this boy had purposely swung the car to wake me up by almost cracking my head open. Banal. I wanted to smack him across his serious face. Possibly even make him crash into a pole. 
I remained quiet. I didn't want to risk the earlier scenery and that also seemed like a cheep price to pay for saving me from getting killed. I continued to gaze into the rear window and sometimes even into the world outside, but I couldn't focus much. I was trembling with both the aftermath consequences and fear. 

I got involved into something horrible. Unintentionally. Innocently.

My life was ruined in that split second. I almost got killed, I got fired, the image of the dead man won't leave my head and the terror of the paranoia that I might actually end up like him was making the nervousness claw at my intensities. It wanted out. I wanted to scream. The tears I wouldn't show to anyone would surely flow out if I did, but I could never let myself be like that. I needed to... 

Why didn't he just shoot me and ended it all?

That question would remain unanswered. Along with the classic one that goes by the lines of 'why did it have to be me'. I wanted answers, but the more I knew, the more I got deeper into these things and the sign over my head that says 'kill me' or 'I know it all, kidnap me' would become bigger and bigger. I would become the main target.  
I don't want that. I want to go back home and just never leave my hole until everything is settled. It was agonizing to think like that. I knew I couldn't go back. I knew I was trapped in Park Jimin's world. Perhaps for eternity.