Opposites attract

C H A P T E R 8

<Y/N POV>
The steel chains making contact with my skin made my skin freeze. I shook my head in vain as I heard the menacing laugh again. My cheeks were dry from crying for so long. I had been given nothing to eat or drink apart from things so disgusting that I was ashamed to even think about it. I was disgusted by myself, why would Namjoon even think of coming to save me?

Namjoon. Not a day had passed where I hadn't thought of him. His melanin glow, his eyes that crinkled when he smiled - just everything about him was clean and perfect. Unlike me. I was dirty and used. No one would want me. No one.

<NAMJOON POV>

As I carried on running, I felt a sharp jut in my leg's muscle. I looked down to see a pool of blood and a knife lodged in it. Bewildered, I saw a clawed hand retreat into the darkness. Squinting my eyes in a mix of pain and trying to see the figure in the dark, I made out a hooded shape. The red haired boy softened his expression the minute he realised who I was.

'Namjoon,' he called out in a hushed voice, 'what are you doing here?'
"J-Jimin?" I questioned, unsure why he was here, "what are you doing here?"
"Hi Namjoon, I kinda joined the mafia," he replied sheepishly.
All of a sudden, I heard a crash from the corner.

<Y/N POV>

The crash echoed through the dimly lit halls that were patrolled by heavily-armed, muscular men who had not even an inch of mercy in their souls that were as black as the hole in their hearts. I flinched, worried as to what they would do if they found someone running around.

I wriggled and turned my wrists around, trying to somehow open the handcuffs, but it wouldn't work. I led my hand down my body to the back pocket of my jeans and fumbled around. I grabbed the bobby pin and desperately tried to open the handcuffs. Finally, I managed to open them but was careful not to make it to obvious that my hands were free. I carried on untying myself but stopped dead in my tracks when I heard the click clack's of the boss' shoes. I slowly glanced up to face him but was shocked to see someone else.

"W-who are you?" I cried, I had never seen this boy before.
The red-haired boy looked me up and down, "I'm Jimin, I was friends with Namjoon but then we split up and I joined this side of the mafia. I'm here to help you, don't worry."
My expression softened when I heard the familiar name - Namjoon. I allowed him to untie me and break off the chains as I trusted him. But was it correct to trust this boy I had never met before?

SORRY ABOUT HOW LONG I HAVEN'T UPDATED FOR, HARDLY ANYONE READS THIS BUT I'L TRY TO UPDATE MORE REGULARLY NOW.

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