"What the fuck happened while I was asleep?" Jungkook looks at me with wide eyes. The others had been equally as surprised as Jungkook when they'd seen me. Some had said they preferred the new me, others i.e Jimin had been pretty verbal that it didn't suit me.
"You don't like it?" I ask Jungkook, slightly offended by his initial reaction. It was as though I had just told him I'd murdered his child. "No, I didn't say that," Jungkook waves his hands in the air defensively. "I'm just surprised. Why did you cut it?" He continues to stare at my hair with confusion in his eyes.
"Taehyung wanted me do it for my safety." Jungkook narrows his eyes but nods his head, "right," he murmurs quietly to himself. I push my hair behind my ears, Jungkook still looking at me with a weird look. "You look like you hate it," I sigh, starting to get self conscious. "What makes you say that?" Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, questioning why I was saying such a thing.
"You're giving me that look," I say, mimicking the same expression Jungkook has on his face. He laughs a little at my imitation but becomes serious once again when he realised I was hurt by his reaction.
"I just don't think you needed to change how you look. I get the feeling Taehyung is only doing all of this for his own benefit." His eyes look down to the floor and I suddenly feel really guilty for thinking Jungkook was trying to be malicious.
"You guys coming?" I whip my head around to face Hobi who was leaning on the doorframe, watching me and Jungkook with a slight smirk. "Taehyung wants us all to go out for dinner," he continues, pushing his hair off his face.
"Why?" Jungkook asks, suspicious of the sudden request. Taehyung wasn't one for leisurely outings, especially to somewhere like a restaurant. He avoided busy areas as much as possible since technically he was a wanted man, just like the rest of them. It didn't make sense that he suddenly wanted to go and have a fancy meal on a Thursday night. Hobi shrugs and leaves the room. Me and Jungkook glance at each other before deciding to follow him downstairs where the others were sat in the living room. They look up as we enter the room and Taehyung smiles at me.
"Shall we get going then," he grins with a strangely enthusiastic energy. This certainly wasn't the Taehyung I was familiar with and even Jimin narrowed his eyes at Taehyung. Once again we drive into the city and pull up outside a large, redbrick building. A number of security men stand outside the main doors, watching people carefully as they walk by, as if on high alert. We get out the car and walk up to the main door, where we are let in with just a simple nod from one of the security.
"What do you think?" Taehyung asks, leaning into my ear to speak as we enter the expensive looking restaurant. "It's really nice," I say in awe of the fancy interior. The restaurant was busy, almost every table taken up other than the ones which had a small, silver reserved sign on the top of it, accompanied by a small vase of red roses. The furniture was dark and the room dimly lit by a couple of chandeliers. In the corner was a live music act, a male wearing a tailored suit sat playing the piano and beside him a younger man playing the violin. It was the kind of restaurant I had always longed to go to but could never afford.
"Im glad you like it. It's my restaurant," Taehyung smiles with a chuckle as my mouth hangs open wide. Taehyung couldn't be the run somewhere like this, he didn't strike me as the type of person who wanted to own a restaurant in the first place. "My business goes much further than you'll ever know Hanna," he adds as a young female waitress guides us to a large table at the far end of the restaurant.
"Hanna," Taehyung gestures to the seat beside him, "over here." I didn't have much choice as Taehyung pulls out the chair for me despite a hardened glare from Jungkook who sat on the other side of the table. From my seat I had a clear view of the entrance that couples, families and business men came and left unsuspecting of who owned the establishment. I fidget in my seat, playing with the hem of my top as the conversation washed over me.
"Are you alright?" Taehyung asks noticing how uncomfortable I felt in my seat. "Just tired," I lie not telling him the real reason I was on edge. We are interrupted by a waiter who stands awkwardly with a notepad and pen in hand. As soon as he sees Taehyung he straightens his posture and fakes a wide smile. It wasn't until now I realised I hadn't even glanced at the menu. I quickly pick one up and skim through the numerous fancy meals - some I'd never even heard of. The waiter makes his way around the table, scribbling down everyone's order until he finally reaches me. "And for you?" He questions, leaning down towards me.
"I'll have pasta, the tomato pasta please," I end up stumbling over my words as I feel Taehyung place his hand on my thigh. The waiter glances at me but walks off with a nod anyway, however Jungkook frowns knowing something wasn't right. I try moving away but the table leg prevents me from moving very far.
"What are you doing?" I say under my breath so I don't attract the attention of the others. Taehyung looks down at his hand on my thigh and removes it immediately. "Sorry," he apologises. I'm left flabbergasted by his sudden apology. Something had changed in Taehyung, almost like he was trying to be kinder to me but all it did was fill me with a kind of fear I couldn't describe. I stare at the table in front of me as the others talk about work and their plans for the weekend. There was a feeling in my gut, one of apprehension, I couldn't help thinking something bad was happening or something bad was going to happen. My eyes dart around the room looking for the answer but everything seemed in place.
As if choreographed in advance, our food is brought out by several waiting staff in pristine black uniforms topped with a dark grey apron. When my food was finally placed in front of me I understood why this place was so busy. It looked as though every ingredient had been placed on the plate with complete precision. It was obvious I wasn't used to this kind of treatment as the others dig in to the food without a second glance at their plate. Another set of waiters crowd the table but this time with drinks.
I let out a high pitched scream, attracting the attention of almost everyone in the restaurant. My hair was soaked and so was my clothes as I sat in a puddle of what I assumed was water. "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry," the voice behind me bursts out. My body tenses up and I freeze on the spot. I knew that voice, I'd recognise it anywhere. I turn my head to face the same smug smile I thought I'd seen the last of. A small, podgy man in a black and white pinstripe suit comes running over to the table with a look of distress. "What do you think you're doing Mina, clear this up now!" he shouts, louder than I had imagined such a small man could. "I am so sorry Sir, I will see she is dealt with accordingly," he hurries over with a napkin to Taehyung, patting his trousers which had also become wet.
"Who the fuck hired her -" I hear Taehyung begin as I walk off towards the bathroom. It is empty when I arrive and I let out a sigh of relief. I turn on the hand dryer and squat down to sit under it, in an attempt to dry off my hair and clothes as much as possible. What was Mina doing working here? And for Taehyung? Although by the sounds of it he hadn't known either.
Yet I couldn't help feeling like maybe he had planned that whole scenario with her before we arrived. I hit the wall with my hand, letting out a grunt of frustration. I'd been right, I knew something didn't quite add up. Two females in long, elegant dresses enter the bathroom, chatting and laughing together. They stop immediately when they see me huddled up on the floor, my hair flying in all directions as a result of the hair dryer. Not wanting to be the subject of their pity I get up and walk back into the restaurant towards our table, followed by a few stares.
I notice the table has been cleared and it's almost like nothing had ever happened. Jungkook seems agitated and concerned but visibly relaxes when I finally come into view. Taehyung looks surprised to see me back so soon. "Hanna, are you okay?" Taehyung asks as I sit back down in my seat beside him, refusing to even acknowledge his presence. When I don't respond he presses his hand back on to my thigh and that's when I lose it.
"Get off," I yell, standing up from my seat to get away from him. All of the attention is on me once again. "Hanna are you okay?" Jungkook asks, repeating the same question Taehyung had asked as he sends him a death stare across the table. "I'm fine. Can we just switch chairs please?" Taehyung starts to protest my request but Jungkook is already standing up and making his way around the table. I manoeuvre my way over to my new seat beside Yoongi and Namjoon, feeling much more comfortable knowing Taehyung wouldn't be able to reach me over here. There's a long pause of silence as everyone avoids eye contact with one another.
"So I guess we aren't staying for dessert," Namjoon laughs trying to lighten up the mood but it's futile. Taehyung drags his fingernails through his hair in anger and it seemed like he had shifted his chair further away from Jungkook sat beside him.
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Blood In The Water / Mafia / Kim Taehyung
Fanfiction"I killed my entire family. Imagine what I could do to you." What scared me the most was how calmly he spoke as he continued to blow smoke out from his pursed lips. For the first time since I'd got here, I was genuinely terrified of the man that wa...
