Soft Yet Deadly

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Chapter Seven: Us or Them
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AFTER my long session with Taehyung talking about random stuff and him telling me back stories about stuff the gang had made I felt kind of happy and free talking to him. He also said that the whole gang can sing and they preformed in various places too and even made their own music.

I was happy Jimin had people like them to make him happy and free but a part of me felt bad because I pushed myself past my limits when I wasn't supposed to. My parents only wanted to train me to fight but when they saw how bent I was over getting my brother back they made me suffer.

I got relaxed to the point where I started telling Taehyung about my past relationships and then there was one that I had promised to never tell a soul about, why? Because it was simply Jeon Jungkook.

I was in a relationship with Jungkook when I was about 14 years old. He was there when Jimin was kidnapped and he supported me. From then I started feeling something for him. I knew I shouldn't have because we were both young and my parents were strict on the dating rule because I used to skip fighting classes and even school to meet with Jungkook and talk or to play.

Now, I understand why he accepted on being in a relationship with me and I feel betrayed. He was in a relationship with me to tell bangtan stuff about me and how my life is going to Jimin can be at ease and that made their mission to get me easier. But let's say. We broke up at the age of 15 because my mom caught us kissing. He was my first kiss and my last kiss as well. He was abducted from my life and I didn't hear a single word from him after.

Since then I never got in a relationship with anyone. Not even friendship. I was kept home. Homeschooled. I never saw the light except when the samurai teacher needed me to meditate or practice in the open. And let's say I didn't like samurai training. I only loved fighting and doing exercises at the gym. Because that's where I can let all my anger out.

Punching bags, kicking training, self defense techniques and etc...

All of that grew into a pit of satisfaction in my stomach. Eventually leading to what I am now. I only use swords or samurai techniques when I'm fighting with a strong opponent or when I'm fighting another samurai.

I got lost in talking with Taehyung and we rambled on for hours.

Thinking about it Taehyung is literally perfection, he's nice, kind, sweet, caring, hot and funny. His perfect hands and amazingly handsome facial features. Not to mention his slender figure and the small habits he has like licking his lips too often and the small pout he does while talking. His perfect deep voice that sends millions of shivers down your body.

I was looking at his face, my eyes darting everywhere on his face then reaching his lips. I didn't notice that he stopped talking and did the same to me as well. We were both there just staring at each other. I looked to his eyes and noticed that he was looking at my lips.

And that's when he leaned in, I couldn't move and I couldn't object. It was as if I was tied up, frozen in place.

I felt his hot breath tickling my face and that's when I realized he had closed the small gap between us and I felt his lips on mine.

His lips molded with mine perfectly and I kissed back. His soft touch making me feel as if I was flying. I couldn't resist him. I was falling so deep in his intoxicating spell.

The door burst open startling me and Taehyung. I pushed him off and stared at Jungkook, who was at the door, wide eyed.

He was mirroring my expression as well.

"I- I knocked on the door a couple of times and I got no answer so I just got worried and- uh..." he said a little hesitant.

Then Taehyung laughed. Taking me off guard.

"I thought the freckle under your lip was dirt. I'm sorry for getting too close..." he said quietly trying to get me to catch on and luckily for him I did.

"Ah, yeah it's fine sorry for almost slapping you though..." I laughed a little trying to look convincing and he chuckled shaking his hands in front of me as if to say that it's fine.

We both looked at Jungkook and oddly he looked convinced enough and sighed his muscles relaxing, which made me tilt my head to the side. Was he angry? Did he get angry when he thought I was kissing Taehyung?

"Namjoon-Hyung wants to talk to J so he told me to come and call her over. He's in the office down the hall so go over to him whenever you're ready." Jungkook informed me quietly and left the room in a rush.

Taehyung looked at me and I did too, then I excused myself and left quickly to avoid awkwardness.

I walked down the hall in a hurry trying not to bump into anyone and I succeeded entering the room that said 'RK-ive'on the door carved on a wooden sign.

I knocked and entered quietly after the monotoned "come in"

He sat there with glasses on and Jimin was sitting on one of the chairs beside him. The room was decorated with wooden dolls and there was a piano on the side as well.

I sat down in front of the two guys and listened to whatever they had to say.

"Okay MiJu. I know you're a little confused to why you're here and what you're doing so me and your brother were discussing a few things." Namjoon spoke first, his tone was firm and I knew he meant business.

"Firstly, our gang BTS we're not some normal rich gang that kills for fun. No. We live to save people and kill whomever needs to die and we're associated with the police as well. We work for them. So whomever we kill dies because they committed a crime but we can't show the crime done to the media so that the president doesn't get to leave his job because of a life that went away for doing some simple drug dealing or raping. You know people they think it's not good to kill a person just for that so we keep it secret." he explained and I listened to every word carefully.

"So, now you've obviously caught some stuff about us and you know Jungkook. And yes it was true but please don't get hurt we only did that because we were forced to. But now that you're trained we wanted to make it up to you and get you into our small gang. You'll be a part of us just like Jimin and the other younger guys. But that only happens if you leave your own family and get to live with us." after he said that I was stunned.

Lots of questions came to mind.

What about my parents?

What about my friends?

What about my real family that lived with me in there? My actual friends who were like family to me?

"But... What about the people I love?" I choked out.

"Ah your small group of friends?" he asked and I nodded.

"Well, we get that they're good people and that they are your real family but again we can't trust them fully and if we let them know about what's going on they'll freak out and maybe even tell your parents. And let's not forget that your mom is a skilled hacker, she'll know if you're texting your friends or calling them." he said arguing a little.

"But I can't just leave them like that. I've loved them with all of my heart and they can't live without me just as I can't live without them!" I raised my voice and my fist came in contact with the wooden table next to me shaking it with the stuff on it jumping up and then down again, either knocked down or in place.

Jimin's eyes widened after what happened and looked at Namjoon with a shook expression.

Namjoon smirked and then stared at me his eyes showing a glint of happiness.

"Okay look we'll let you meet your friends whenever you absolutely need to and but just once until Jin and Jhope design a phone for you and your friends that no one can hack into except them. But that will take time." he said with an enthusiastic tone.

I relaxed a bit at his idea but it could take months. How am I supposed to cope up? How are my friends going to cope up as well? I could tell my best friend Mae would be completely sad though.

I wanted to agree but I was afraid to

"it's either us or them Ju..."