Sweet Like Candy | p.jm ✔

| chapter 11 |

Your P.O.V

I wake up in a strange room. It smells of vanilla, and cologne. I sit up in the large bed I am on. Who put me here? Am I at home?

"Jimin?" I whisper, looking around the room.

This isn't the layout of my bedroom, or any of my other rooms for that matter. where am I? And why isn't anyone here?

Jimin's P.O.V

I come back from the store, and open the big front door.

"Y/n?" I ask, walking inside.

I go to the kitchen, and set down the bags. I go up to y/n's room, and slowly open the door. I don't see her. I go over to her bed. The sheets are unmade. I run downstairs, going back to the kitchen. There's a note on the fridge. It reads, "I have your y/n. If you can find her, maybe I'll give her back. If not, I'll move away, and start a family. Our children will be cute, don't you think?"

Your P.O.V

I hear the door opening, and I squint to see who it is. It's completely dark in here, so I can make out who it is.

The figure steps closer to the bed. Taehyung? But why would he kidnap me? I thought-

"Did you sleep well, darling?" he asks, caressing my cheek with his hand.

I can't help but flinch. I don't want his dirty hands on me. Sure, when we met I didn't think he was a bad person. Boy, was I wrong.

"If your Jimin doesn't come hm.... soon, I think you'll just have to carry my children, yes?"

I look at him in disgust. Like hell I want to have his children.

"I think the fuck not. I don't want your children. I only want one persons children, and it's not yours," I say, crossing my arms. At least I'm not handcuffed..

Taehyung comes to sit beside me on the large bed. I scoot further away from him. He grabs my wrist, and yanks me towards him. I yelp out in pain.

He brings me to his lap, facing him. He looks in my eyes. I look down, not wanting to look at him.

"Look at me!" he angrily said, lifting his hand up about to hit me.

I close my eyes and flinch,waiting for his hand to make contact with my face.

The door slams open, revealing a sweaty and panting Jimin. He runs over to us, holding Tae's hand, preventing it from hitting me.

"Get your hands off of her, for fucks sake!" Jimin yells, taking a gun from the back of his pants.

Jimin grabs me, putting him behind him. He raises the gun to Tae's head, cocking it back.

I grab Jimin's arm, pushing it down.

"Don't kill him Jimin. It isn't worth it, and you know it," I say, taking the gun from his grasp.

He turns to me, looking at me then back to Tae.

"You're lucky I don't throw your ass in prison. Touch her again, and I swear to god," Jimin says, picking me up bridal to go outside.

We get to the car, and drive to his house.

"All of my friends are there, so be prepared to walk in to chaos."

I nod my head, thinking who those men were.

When we arrive to his large house, he puts in the number to the gate, and it opens. His house isn't as big as mine, but close enough.

We get to the front door, him walking in. I stop to see 5 men looking at me funny. I realize they're the boys from high school. The boys who made fun of me everyday. The boys who Jimin fell in the wrong crowd with.

I stare at them wide eyed. I get embarrassed, and walk past them to the living room and sit on the couch, staring blankly at the white wall in front of me.

I hear yelling coming from the entryway, and soon enough they come to sit in the living room with me.

"You're prettier than I remember," one of them says. I remember him as Jungkook, the youngest.

Jimin slaps him on the chest, giving him a glare.

I look at every one of the boys, remembering each of them. Hoseok with the brown hair. Namjoon with the light brown hair. Jin with the black hair. Yoongi with blonde. Jungkook with the brown hair, and my Jimin with his silver hair. His hair was in waves today. My favorite.

"I know we were all very, very rude to you back in school, but we've changed," Namjoon says, looking to the rest of the guys, signaling them to speak up.

"Yeah, we're sorry," they say.

I nod my head. I look back to the kidnapping. Why did Jimin have a gun, and why was he so comfortable with using it. He wasn't afraid to kill Taehyung either. What is he?

I look at Jimin, making she contact with him, "Jimin."

"Yeah?" he asks, looking concerned.

"Why did you have a gun, and why were you a determined to kill Tae. Why were you comfortable using it too?"

He slings his arm over the couch. The others look to each other.

"That's because we're killers, baby."