Seduction Mortelle|| P. Jimin x Reader

VI

Stage I

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I remained silent. For what could I possibly reply to that. I was brought to his home, deep in the woods, deep in the forbidden territory. Although I was saved from getting murdered, I was still in grave danger. Just because he sent one of his men out there to pick me up from a possible meeting with Mr. Death, did not mean that I would leap into his arms and offer him my full trust. 

Once I was out of my daze, I managed to put the wanted distance between us. His expression remained the same, only his arms finally retracted, falling down to his sides. 

"What is...going on?"

I hesitantly questioned. Peeking up at him through my eyelashes, I saw that his eyes seemed to soften in sympathy. It was brief. But I saw it. He then turned around and stalked back to the place where I had found him. He rested his arm on the bricks of the fireplace, leaning his weight fully onto it.

"I'm sure you've already realized that you're being targeted."

I nodded, wrapping my arms around myself and listening to him speak further. But no voice came out of his parted lips. No words pierced the air and made the reality dawn on me. He remained silent, until I sighed to myself and spoke instead. 

"Why are they targeting me? I don't know anything and-"

"You saw him."

"What?"

"The man they massacred. You found him and now they probably think that you were a possible witness."

That was indeed a very valid reason to be hunting me down, but if they were watching the area...wouldn't they have noticed that I had stumbled upon that street in the dead of the night?

"Why did you...?"

"I couldn't leave you. It was my fault you got involved. If I hadn't overreacted, then maybe they would have let you off the hook."

My gaze traveled down to the floor. I could only curse my idiotic decisions in my head and stare sadly at the pretty carpet. There was no use in regretting the past. It already happened. But it pained me to think that just a split second was enough for me to actually ruin my life to the point where my head has a bounty. 
Self pity is even worse. 
Dwelling on my past actions wouldn't correct the present or give me a better future. I had to work with what I had at hand. Jimin saved me, risking one of his men. So what now? Would I cause a ruckus and maybe bring their enemies here?

"A-are you sure it's okay to bring me here?"

His eyes wandered towards me, raising an inquiring eyebrow.

"I mean...If they are searching for me, they might-"

"They can't find this place. It's off the radar, so no need to worry."

He gave me a gentle smile. He seemed to have broken out of that state of melancholy and was now giving me a playful smirk. My cheeks tinted ever so slightly as I looked away, unsure of what else to say. 

"You'll be staying here until we deal with the matter."

I whipped my head towards him, eyes wide as oranges. Stay here? With him? And that rude ass driver and the angelic older man? 

"You have no place to go and you're under my protection. I don't think anyone can keep you safe like me, yes?"

The cocky way he said it made me want to deny him. But he was right. Nobody could protect my ass but him. Looking down again, I let a devastated sigh leave me. How was I supposed to repay him for his good deed? He was a mafia gang leader for Christ's sake and I was just an ordinary woman. He went out of his way. He risked exposure of his hideout. The rumors of him being cruel and a very dangerous man now seemed such big of a lie, that I couldn't even believe this was the man who actually kills people on the daily. I fidgeted with my fingers, nervous out of my wits and unsure of what to do. I was just waiting for the heaviness of the day to weight down on me, to leave me trembling and weeping for everything to turn back to normal. 

Jimin seemed to notice my distress. He came in closer to me and hooked his finger under my chin again, lifting it up to look at me. His cocky smirk didn't waver as he spoke. 

"And you now get the chance to make up for rejecting me to a date."

He grinned, eyes turning into slits and his cheeks puffing up into a cute, mochi-like balls. I wanted to pinch them, even roll them with my hands. When his words were processed by my slow brain, I blushed and automatically pushed him back, shrugging his hand off. 

"Don't be stupid."

I mumbled, turning to the side so I couldn't look at him. So he couldn't look at my flushed face. It was weird, but Jimin was absolutely my type and I was dreadfully attracted to males like him. Which made the situation even worse. I wasn't the type of girl to just deny the fact that there was chemistry between me and a guy, but in this situation I could neither deny it or agree to it. 

"Aww, I was hoping you'd let up."

He joked, slugging an arm over my shoulders and pulling me to him. A small squeal left my lips as I collided with his chest and his hand came to pinch the squishy part of my cheek. My hand gripped his as I tried to pry it away, spluttering in disbelief and surprise. 

"Let go!"

"Nope, not until you say you'll prepare us dinner."

"What-ouch! What dinner?"

"You know, just a nice family dinner for the eight of us."

I looked at the door to the room, finding the pink haired older man there with a content smile on his face. He tilted his head and chuckled at our behavior, leaving me to realize that Jimin was still pinching my cheek. I smacked his hand, making him fake a pained pout. 

It felt weird. Wasn't this man suppose to be the scary boss who conquered half the city and made the police shake in their stations? It was all so unreal and nothing like I had imagined. Looking at the man on the door, I let another sigh escape me. Rather than questioning everything and banging my head on the wall for being stupid, I decided to play along with their little request. 

"Where's the kitchen?"

Jimin let out a cough, taking my shoulders and staring at me with surprised eyes.

"You're going to cook?"

I frowned, pushing his arms away but he wouldn't budge. He waited for me to reply, gazing at me like a puppy who was expecting a tasty treat from his owner. Nodding, I prayed that he would let me go and excuse me from the flush of heat he was giving me. Even his cologne smelled nice. He let me go with a happy laugh, urging me out the room and to the one across from it. It turned out to be a big kitchen, with a huge dinning table in the middle. It was clean and smelled fresh. New. Like it was remodeled recently. Jimin and his subordinate, whom I've learned to be Jin, took a seat on the chairs at the table, conversing randomly, happily. 

I prepared the food. But that's when the whole image of this place, of him and Jin began to feel hazy. Their voices were tuned out and I could only hear the clicking of the knife against the counter. This scene, this direction my day was taking...it all seemed surreal. The whole room started spinning, paranoia biting at my shoulder, prickling my skin to the point my muscles jittered with reflex. I could hear my own ragged breathing as I continued to chop the vegetables and the meat, the sounds echoing in my mind.

Something wasn't right. Something smelled wrong. It was a feeling in my gut that told me that all of this wasn't going in the right order. That it was moving too fast.

It felt...

It felt like a staged scene. A play.

I was the puppet. They were the puppeteers.