𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 | KTH ❄️

|76| climax

WAIT! If your memory isn't that fresh, I recommend briefly rereading Tae's story of his father's death in |54| before proceeding :3

彼はあなたの人生を取る

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 🌙
—LILO'S POV—

I'm dragged harshly out of the tinted SUV, the uncomfortable weave of rope tightly digging into my wrists while duck tape stamps my lips. I collapse the moment my feet hit the floor, making the guards hoist me up and pull me towards the rusty warehouse. Old graffiti-stained containers litter the site and a train loudly rumbles over the track above us.

I trip over my feet again, my knees scraping against the dirt as the satin kimono slips from my shoulder and slippers kick the rocks knocking against my shins. Jaebum casually walks beside us, slamming shut the huge rusty steel gate once we've entered.

It's dark... smells like drugs and death. So many bombs, weapons and poisons aisle the structure. Besides the cool night that beams through the ceiling gaps, the only light source is a spotlight in the middle of the room lit over a chair. Despite my struggles, the guards manage to push me and tie each ankle to the stool legs.

This definitely looks like the warehouse Bogum described in that meeting. The guns, the Krokodil, it's all here.

"Lilo Lilo Lilo..." Jaebum's voice snaps me from my thoughts, "I must say, you're the most difficult girl I've ever had to deal with. That's not good."

I follow him with scowled eyes and heavy breath. He rips the tape from my lips, leaving them sore like the top layer of skin has been stripped. His hand then wraps around my neck to elevate it, thumb sweeping brushstrokes over my throat before tracing my lower lip.

"It's a shame really. You could have made the perfect bride." His eyes narrow on my lips, teeth gritting, "I would have loved to tie a leash around that pretty neck."

With Jaebum's nose a mere inch away, I pout my lips and spit in his face.

He quickly backs away, wiping the saliva from his cringed face with a handkerchief. "Little bitch—" A punch bulldozes my stomach.

I groan in pain as he slips on a pair of black leather gloves and retrieves a silencer gun from the guard.

"What do you want from me you psycho?! Taehyung and I aren't even on speaking terms so if it's answers you want I have none! Just leave me alone already!"

"Oh trust me, you have answers for me. You really thought I wouldn't figure out where you were hiding it huh?" He adjusts the gloves.

"Wait... w-where's Mina?"

"Your friend? She's alive... I think... well probably not. But that's not what we're here for."

"I swear to God if you've touched her..."

"You'll what? Hm?" Jaebum waves his pistol, as if I'm supposed to cower with fear.

"I've climbed down a window hundreds of feet in the air, watched an innocent man be murdered, had my heart torn to shreds... Do you think a stupid gun still scares me?"

He scoffs amusingly, pushing the muzzle to my temple until my head tips back. He waits for my fearful reaction, but instead I stare back at him with a face as still as stone.

"Hmph, you really aren't scared." The gun retracts. "Looks like I'll just have to use other means to make you talk."

"Talk...?"

"Don't act like you don't know." Jaebum gets on one knee, gently massaging my thigh with one hand while using the other to flip out a pocket knife.

"Where's the money?"