Y/N P.O.V
I stared at the ceiling. I stayed out of the window. It was dark. It was late. I couldn't sleep at all.
I got out of bed and out of the house. Putting on a black cloak, I roamed around the streets for awhile until...
"There she is!" I heard a yell. I panicked and started to run the opposite direction. "JUNG HANA!" I heard them shout and stopped in my tracks.
Jung Hana? Who the hell is that? I'm not Jung Hana. Why am I running?
Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around. "She doesn't look like Jung Hana." A man spoke from behind.
"I- I'm not Jung Hana. I don't know who's that." I stammered. Apparently, it made me more suspicious because the hand on my shoulder started to grip tighter.
"What should we do?" Another man asked. "We should set her free. She's not Hana." A man in a blue shirt stepped forward.
"No. She's got to be a mafia member right? This is a street full of mafias."
"Come on. She doesn't look like the type to be a mafia member."
"Don't judge a book by its cover. She could have innocent looks and still be deadly like Dino. Basically the ace of Seventeen."
Hearing Dino's name, my heart beated faster and my breath hitched. "C-can I please go." I murmured.
"Tae Wook. Bring her to the van while the rest of us find Hana." The man whose hand was on me instructed the blue shirt guy.
Tae Wook used a rope to tie my two hands together and put duct tape on my mouth before tossing me over his shoulder.
We soon reached a grey van and Tae Wook carefully put me down.
"Don't make a sound okay? I'm going to let you free and you have to run as far and fast as possible." He said as he took off the duct tape
My eyes widened. "What?! But you'll die if you let me go won't you?" I asked.
"Don't worry. I'll make up a lie." He said, reassuring me. He untied the rope and helped my stand up.
"Thank you." I said before running towards a house who still had their lights on. I was about to knock when I remembered what those men had said before.
This place is infested with mafias...
I hesitated to knock the door. Then, I heard some familiar voices. It was those kidnappers again.
I knocked the door desperately. Maybe if I lied the people living here would help me.
I felt a hand on my arm and I was pulled into the house. I heard the door slam shut. I shut my eyes tightly in fear.
"Please don't kill me! I'm just lost!" I shouted and heard laughter. "Come on Y/N? Kill you?" The person sniggered.
I opened my eyes and gasped. "Jisung? Why are you here?" I asked in surprise. "I live here." He answered.
"Oh right... Why didn't you come visit? I sent you the address didn't I?" I questioned and he had a confused look on his face.
"What address? I didn't receive anything." He scratched his head and I gasped. "DID I SEND IT TO THE WRONG JISUNG?" I screamed.
"Sike lmao you sent it to me." Jisung burst into laughter and I glared at him, obviously not amused.
"Boy I swear."
"Who is this?" A red head appeared. "Gretchen." I answered sarcastically.
"Hello Gretchen... I'm Taeyong. A friend of Jisung's." He answered.
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Uninvited Trouble (Seventeen Mafia FF)
Fanfic。+.。゚:;。+゚+。::゚。:.゚。+。。+.。゚:;。+゚+。::゚。:.゚。+。 The enemy of our enemy is our friend. The friend of our enemy is not to be trusted Or maybe there can be exceptions 。+.。゚:;。+゚+。::゚。:.゚。+。。+.。゚:;。+゚+。::゚。:.゚。+。
