BTS ~ 𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯 || Seven Deadly Sins || Mafia AU

four.

Mijni's pov.

"So," Namjoon said as our plates were taken by the butlers after dinner. We had spent the day in the practice room, moving around the stations and building up our stamina. It was clear that I impressed the boys at the stations, but they didn't utter a word to me after I left. There seemed to be something on their minds. I paid no attention to it, though. This industry was tough, and I heard Namjoon and an associate having an argument earlier that day, which resulted in violence. Everyone seemed kind of on edge.

"So?" I repeated when Namjoon didn't continue. He sighed before staring right into my eyes.

"It's time."

I was dreading those words, and I knew exactly what they meant as soon as he said them. "Okay," I said, more confidently then I felt, knowing that he was looking for information. "What do you need to know?"

Everyone was looking at Namjoon now, intrigued. "He's planning something. Soon. What is it?"

My eyes widened at those words. It was true, my father had been planning a meeting, and I really didn't want to tell them. But, my father wouldn't be alone, and I didn't think it was the worst thing they could ask me for information for.

"I-"

I couldn't do it.

"I- I can't. I can't," I stuttered. I felt the air in the room tense. I just couldn't hand them over information like that, no matter how small it was. Taehyung glanced at Namjoon and the purple haired man nodded slightly. Taehyung made his way over to me, and I didn't even try to stop him. It was as if my energy had been drained from me. This wasn't like me. What was I doing?! But as Tae tied my arms tightly together behind the chair I felt even worse.

Namjoon rose from his seat. He looked... sympathetic? No, it was just me. He wouldn't be sympathetic towards me. I was just another one of his victims. He walked over to me slowly. It was agonizingly slow.

"Minji, we don't have to do this. I don't want to hurt you," He said, and I scoffed. "Mhm, that's why you kidnapped me? Seems about right. Namjoon, just let him do whatever already. I'm not giving up anything without paying a price. Stop trying," I said, not knowing what I was getting myself into. Jimin rose from his seat, the other boys in tow. All of them loomed over me like a shadow, and I was scared. Taehyung's deep voice startled me. "Shall we go?" He asked, and Namjoon nodded with a clenched jaw. "Jin, I have documents to go over. Do them. Hoseok, we don't need you right now. Jungkook, see what you can find out. Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung, take her to the room. Don't begin until I join. I must do something first."

I was forced out of my seat and brought down an array of hallways with my hands still tied until we reached a heavily-bolted door at the end of a corridor. Yoongi unbolted and unlocked the door somehow, and I was lead into a dark room. I could only see a little, but I was scared of what I saw.

The torture room.

Vaguely... kinky?

I laughed at my thought, and the boys looked at me like I was crazy. I just made a 'what?' expression and they looked away. Taehyung sat me down on a chair, making sure I was tied tightly and wouldn't be able to escape the ropes that were cutting into my wrists. There was a few moments of silence before Namjoon entered on his own, closing the door after him so that the only light that was in the room was a small yellow glow of a lamp on the other side of the room that Jimin turned on. I could almost see less than I could before with the light on, and I hated to admit it, but I was terrified. I hadn't ever been in a situation like that before, and I didn't know what do to. I just sat there, motionless, dreading what was to come.