ATEEZ HEIST [18+ Yunho/Mingi Fanfic]

Chapter 6 - Wounded

Stupid. I'm so stupid. "Just having some fun", that's what he had said. Of course he didn't care about me. He didn't know me. I didn't know him. The only thing I did know about him is that he's robbing a bank. And now I'm in serious trouble, because I let my feelings take over. Why can't I just be stronger?

I was standing next to the jerk whose hands had just explored my body and whose tongue had just explored my mouth. He just stood there as Hongjoong decided my punishment. I felt my eyes start to water.

No, I couldn't let them see me cry. Hold it together, damn it.

"Hongjoong, what'll it be?" Jongho was smiling. What a psychopath, did he enjoy this?

Hongjoong was looking through me. I tried to look back at him, trying to arouse some kind of sympathy from him. I gave my best puppy dog eyes, but he seemed unfazed.

"She needs to stop distracting us from our work. Just lock her in the storage room for now. They'll find her in there once we leave." I couldn't find an ounce of sympathy in his voice.

The man next to me finally spoke up, "Hongjoong, there's no heat in that room and it's freezing outside. She'll freeze to death if you lock her in there. We aren't here to hurt people, right?"

"She brought it on herself," Jongho spat, "Plus, she'll be soooo warm in your hoodie."

"I really don't..." Mingi started.

"Am I not the boss here?" Hongjoong rose his voice. He looked so tiny but he had complete control over all of the robbers. "I made my decision. Jongho, take her to the storage room."

Jongho strutted over and grabbed my elbow, right where my stitches were. I yelped, feeling the stitches ripping and my cut reopening. Jongho barely noticed and dragged me towards the door. Tears came to my eyes. It hurt so bad, but I had to focus on my first problem. Freezing to death in the storage room. I panicked, looking for something I could grab to hit Jongho with, as he dragged me along. When we got to the door, I reached out and grabbed the handle with all the strength I could, although Jongho was pulling me away. I stared back at Mingi; he was my last hope. He was already looking at me with concern. Yes, he will help me.

"Mingi..." I called back at him. He flinched at the sound of his name. My hand started slipping off the handle, "H-help me."

He took a step forward. Yes.

Hongjoong also look a step forward, right between me and Mingi. He looked at me, then at him. Mingi stopped dead in his tracks. No.

Jongho leaned over me, whispering in my ear. "Your lover won't help you." His words were like a slap in the face. Then he broke my grip from the door handle. He easily threw me over his wide shoulder and started towards the storage room. I felt the tears start to come again.

No... I can't cry. I can't let them see me weak. I...

It was no use. Tears streamed down my face, falling on Jongho's black jacket. My body went limp and I stopped fighting him. He carried me to the end of a hallway, opened a large metal door and gently put me down on the floor inside. The man who had sealed my fate walked out the door, and slowly closed it behind him. I caught one last glimpse at him. He almost looked sad.

I sat on the cold metal floor, as my back chilled against the wall. It had to be below freezing in this tiny metal box. I shivered and curled into a ball. The blood from my reopened wound had completely soaked through the fabric of Mingi's hoodie at the elbow and began slowly dripping onto the floor.

Stupid. I'm so stupid. No one will save me now.

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Note to Reader:

Damn well this got sad. I kinda hate myself for making Hongjoong and Jongho so mean here, but I needed some conflict. I just feel bad about this whole chapter tbh. Next one will be more lighthearted I think. Doesn't matter anyways, no one's reading it except me lol.