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The man behind me held the knife close to my neck so I couldn't move an inch. The blade was not in contact with my skin but I could feel its sharpness sending a chill down my throat. His breathing was unsteady, his other hand squeezing my wrists together behind me. It was a sweaty and rough hand that I didn't like.

I was standing in a damp alley with grey walls and unidentified substances leaking out of pipes surrounding me. Also, a knife beside my throat.

Not a very good day, I thought.

I let my gaze settle on the other man who was standing in front of me.

This man was a pleasant sight, even though he had a disturbing smirk that made me want to smack it out of him. He had black hair, which was sticking on to his pale skin because of sweat. And of course, that perfect, smug looking face.

Before I could tell him how I would love to slap some sense out of him, the man behind me spoke in a somewhat rushed and nervous voice, "Hand me the money or she's dead."

How cliché, is this the only line kidnappers can come up with?

"No no no, it's fine. That can wait after you killed her." The man in front of me gave me a big grin, showing his pink gum and dazzling white teeth. I always asked him how he kept his teeth so perfect, but he would never tell me. I got caught many times sneaking into his bathroom and trying to find out the brand of his toothpaste.

At that moment, I wanted to pluck out his teeth one by one.

The kidnapper was startled for a second, but then his grip on my wrists tightened, "Listen there, if you don't-"

"Min Yoongi I swear if I get a single cut on my neck I will fire you tomorrow." I was annoyed by this whole thing, the kidnapper, the knife, and the smirk, "And stop joking around-"

"But, I was thinking of splitting the money with him after you died." Yoongi made an innocent face.

I rolled my eyes so hard my head almost flipped over, "Haha, very funny, now-"

"Calm down, I'm still trying to make a decision since you do make really good kimchi rolls. Maybe you can give me the recipe so I'll still be able to enjoy them while you watch over me?" "

"I'm-"

You see, this man had no manners whatsoever. My bodyguard had cut me off three times. Not once, not twice, three times. Not tolerable since he's working for me and living in my house. And don't even mention how much money he gets paid.

The kidnapper was anxious, or maybe scared, which I had no idea why. His hands were getting sweatier and sweatier. That's not a very pleasant thing since they were clutching mine. I mumbled under my breath, cursing Yoongi to die the most painful way possible. Maybe the catherine wheel.

"Stop talking non-sense and hand me the money!" The kidnapper shouted, he finally had enough of this, like me. He then raised the knife to the sky and drew it towards my throat.

"Min Yoongi!!! I fucking swear you-" I screamed, letting out every swear word I knew since it might be the last moment of my life.

Everything was a blur, I could almost feel the knife digging into my throat.

But then there was a gunshot, sharp and clear. It echoed through the damp alley.

My vision became clear again, I turned around and saw the kidnapper lying on the ground with a bullet hole in between his eyes. Blood was oozing out of it and his eyes were still wide open, full of shock and fear.

I touched my neck, no scar, no cut. Good.

I let out a long breath. My bodyguard was still standing there in his elegant black suit, spotless and neat as if it was ironed just seconds ago. He had a handgun in his left hand and the disturbing smirk still on his face.

"You scum!" I bolted towards him, wanting to punch that smooth and gorgeous face I had been jealous of for a long time.

I failed, of course. He dodged to his side and grabbed my arm, in a quick spin he was behind me with his head resting on my shoulder and arms wrapped around my waist.

His soft skin was touching mine and his lips were less than an inch from my cheek.

"I decided to go with your kimchi rolls, my lady." His whispered beside my ear, hot breathe making strands of my hair tingling in my face.

I was so eager, so so eager-

to stab the hell out of that little fucker.

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