Last Breath

CHAPTER SEVEN

Seokjin wakes up to someone shaking him. He opened his eyes quickly expecting Jimin to surprise him by torturing him. Instead he sees the orange haired guy, starring at him with a frown. "Follow me," he said and offered his hand to help Jin stand up, Jin was stupefied at the kind gesture for a moment till he realized the other male ain't gonna wait any longer. He took the guy's hand as he the man guided him outside and inside the mansion. 

He was lead up the grand staircase walking down a long hallway, before finally arriving at a green door. Seokjin assumed this is the guy's room as they entered the messy place. Guns perched on the dark green wall, a marble floor that looks like it hasn't been mopped for years, and an unmade king size bed in the center with a black wool carpet beneath it. What made the supposedly be luxurious bedroom look more unappealing, was the junk that was littered everywhere even though the wastebasket was barely full. 

The orange haired male smirked at Seokjin before handing the smaller male a broom,"My room needs cleaning and since you're our new slave I expect you to do the job," he said still smirking as he walked to the door," and if this place isn't tidy in the next hour, your ass is gonna get it," he winked before leaving the grimy room. Seokjin wanted to cry and just trash the place even more, but he would rather wanna live longer, even though he knows that ain't happening as he wants it to. Seokjin sigh and just went on with what he is tasked to do. 

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Hoseok casually strolled around the garden with Jimin, inspecting the other slaves tending the plants. "So you're telling me, that you ordered Seokjin to clean your room for you?" Jimin asked his hyung,"That's exactly what I said," Hoseok had a smug plastered on his face as Jimin just laughed. "Oh men, the kid hasn't change huh? Still obedient as ever," Jimin said through laughs,"Doubt that, soon he will show his true colors. I know for a fact Seokjin is just a two-faced bastard," they both heard seeing Jungkook joining into their conversation.

"Hmm, I don't know about that Kook. He is oblivious," Hoseok chuckled but Jungkook clenches his fist which goes unnoticed by the two. "Don't you get it, he's pretending to be innocent so that people believe just like back then," he told the two," remember the last time we saw him was when the old empire was getting weak, he ditched the place with his fake ass father, actually his goddamn real uncle," Jungkook said through gritted teeth. His hyungs realizing the sudden intensity in the atmospher,"Jeez chill out Jungkook, sheesh. You've always been like this towards Seokjin, which I don't blame your reason for it, but don't let your grudge get the best of you," Jimin scolded him,"I agree with Jimin, we only need Seokjin as bait to lure in his psycho father so we can end it all by killing him. Now it's up to Namjoon if he still wants Seokjin alive or as our slave," Hoseok responded.

Jungkook thought about it for a moment before nodding at the two. He still assumes that Seokjin was trying to poison them, but he won't let the others know about his attempt. Jungkook wants the others to realize it themselves by witnessing it, he'll surely rub it in their faces once he proves that Seokjin is indeed a fake ass mother fucker, just like his son of a bitch of a father. 

The three continued to chat, changing the subject of course. Hoseok looks at his watch and noticed that it was now past an hour. He told the other two that he'd be checking on their new favorite slave. They waved him off as Hoseok proceeded to walked back to his room. The orange haired male was doubting the younger if he could even clean the whole place under an hour. His doubts perished into thin air as he was not expecting the view once he opened his bedroom door. 

Hoseok's jaw dropped at how too clean his room became. The once filthy marbled floor was polished to shininess, the black wool carpet was entirely vacuumed to the point there was no dirt or dust on it at all, his messy desk to the side was organized to perfection, and the bed sheet was made completely neat. Seokjin was on the other side of the room wiping the sweat on his forehead.