Club D.T |MYG ✔️

9

There weren't many boxes as I didn't own many things to begin with, so my moving process wasn't hectic.

Seokjin was setting the last box on the floor of my room when I noticed something I wished I hadn't.

As he squatted down to set the box, his shirt lifted up and I saw a black metallic object half-tucked in his pants, and I immediately knew what it was.

A gun.

Why the hell does he have a gun on him? Was it there the whole time? Is that what he meant when said 'gear up' earlier?

My head starting spinning and my legs began to tremble. I knew they were dangerous, but I never thought it would be to this extent. I was panicking but I tried to hide it so he wouldn't notice.

"That was the last box" He cheerfully said. How is he so calm while having a gun on him?

"Thank you," I flashed him a fake smile and quickly walked over to the boxes, back facing him to hide my expression. "I will start unpacking now"

"Do you need any help?" He asked.

"Nope!" I wasn't sure I would be able to hide my fear if he spoke to me one more time.

"Alright then, dinner will be ready in a couple of hours, okay?" he finally walked out and I immediately locked the door behind him.

What am I going to do now? How am I going to stay here, surrounded by armed men? I couldn't move, my body was shaking vigorously and I felt like the world's biggest cry-baby.

I tried to calm myself, remind myself that I used to work for Seong Seok-Chul, who was probably more dangerous than them, and probably carried guns and other weapons with him all the time.

I reminded myself that I'm only here because I sold drugs to people, which is a lot worse than owning a gun for self-defense, at least I hoped it was for self-defense.

I sat on the floor leaning against the door, trying to calm myself down for what seemed to be an eternity.

I heard a knock on my door and Jimin's voice spoke. "Jae! come out, the food is ready"

I hesitated before opening the door to him, after all, Jimin did seem to care about me. I can trust him, right?

"Hey," I tried to smile but failed. "I- I'm not hungry right now, I'll eat later"

I couldn't get myself to face them right now, not when I was feeling terrible.

"Is everything okay?" He asked as he grabbed both of my shoulders. I shuddered at his touch. "Are you hurt?"

His voice sounded genuinely concerned, and right now, I hated the fact that he cared for me.

"I'm feeling a little under the weather," I lied. "I'm just going to rest"

"Do you need anything? Medicine?" His hands wouldn't let go of my shoulders. One part of me wanted to push him away, the other part wanted to hug him.

"No, Thank you though,"

Just then, he pulled me into a tight hug, but I was too shocked to do anything about it. "Rest well, Okay?" He said as he patted the back of my head. "I'm one call away if you need anything"

I was still frozen in my place, I didn't know how to react. I felt thankful for him, but I also felt uneasy.

He looked around the room and walked to the bed that had my phone placed on it, he took it and started typing something on it.

"This is my number," He said as he handed me my phone. "If you need anything, food, medicine, a drink, someone to talk to, you call me, okay?"

I tried to nod, but my head wouldn't move. He grabbed my shoulders once again and leaned a little closer to me. "Okay?" He insisted and I finally snapped out of my frozen state.