rough | yoonmin

eight

thoughts on Namjoon so far?

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Namjoons grip on my arm was too tight. It would definitely leave a bruise. Pulling me down the prison halls, I take notice of the loud siren going off, flashing red in the corner of the wall. This was an alarm only for the worst situations: an inmate escaped.

None of the inmates were in their cells though, and no noise besides the blaring siren was audible. Where was everyone? Did Yoongi do this? Where was Namjoon taking me?

"Wh-where are you taking me?" He turns swiftly to look at me.

"Shut the fuck up. I'm taking you somewhere Yoongi will never find you again."

I frown. Am I being kidnapped right now? Why would Yoongi want to find me? Figuring keeping my mouth shut is my best option, I close my mouth and train my eyes to the floor.

My foot gets caught on something on the ground, causing me to tumble to the floor, groaning when I feel pain shooting up my leg and ankle. Namjoon growls loudly, kicking me on my stomach, making me curl up in the pain from my core. He grabs my hair and pulls me up by my roots to my feet.

"Get up! Don't make me drag you."

I let out a shaken breathe, limping but continuing to walk in fear of my life. My ankle is now swollen to the size of a tennis ball, and a dark bruise is already forming. I'm sure my abdomen isn't much better. My breathing is greeting labored and I have a wheeze. I think he cracked a rib...

We get to the main entrance to the prison. My eyes widen in horror when I see the pools of blood surrounding a pile of bodies, some in a prison uniform, some in the guards uniform. Did Namjoon do this? Momentarily forgetting about the pain in my body, I try to get out of his vice like grip but fail. His hand wraps around my arm even harder.

As we get closer, I realize there is a group of men in suits with large guns, standing in a straight line. When they see us coming, they bow down on one knee. Who are these people? Did they kill all those men?

Namjoon stops when we are right in front of them. "This is him. Let's torch this place. Have we captured Min Yoongi?"

The men with guns look at each other indecisively. Finally, a man to the left of the line speaks up. "No sir, the subject had already escaped when we were about to penetrate the security system."

Namjoon is silent for few seconds. "So you're telling me you failed the misssion?"

The man looks down ashamed. "Yes Sir."

All of a sudden, still with a grip on my arm, Namjoon grabs a gun from his jacket and shoots the man point blank in the head. I watch in shock as the blood spurts the wall behind him and his body falls backwards. His gun clanking on the ground.

I have to hold back the vomit that's trying to make its way out of my mouth. I feel tears drop down my cheeks, but I have to remain calm. That will be me if I don't listen and follow orders.

Namjoon addresses the rest of the men. "That's what happens when you don't listen to me. Anyone else want to fail their mission?"

The men shake their heads no but no one says a single thing. Namjoon fires a shot towards the ceiling, making my tense up and flinch from the loud noise.

"When I ask you a question, I expect a response back. Let me try again, would anyone else like to fail their mission?"

The men in unison respond with "No sir."

Namjoon smiles sinisterly, "Good. Now light this place up."

The men get off their knees, pulling out large gallons of gasoline, rushing to go spread in over the walls of the prison. The stench of the gas making my nose scrunch up from it's strong fumes.

Namjoon pulls me through the prison doors and towards a sleek black car. A driver is holding the door open for us. I get pushed into the backseat, my body groaning in protest when I feel my ankle roll once more.

Namjoon slams the door shut and gets into the passenger seat. My vision getting blurry, I struggle to keep my eyes open.

The last thing I hear before I black out was Namjoon saying, "He'll never find him where I'm taking him."

Then I see black.