Saying I was terrified was an understatement.

My heart thudded in my chest and my bound hands shook behind my back. My mouth was taped, so I couldn't shout or make a sound.

I couldn't understand why Jimin was doing this. Wasn't he Jungkook's friend? Why was he betraying his friend?

After Jimin had knocked my head open with his rock-hard knuckles, he'd taped my mouth and dragged me out of the house through the back emergency exit. I had tried to fight him off but Jimin was just as strong as he looked.

He'd shoved me into the backseat and as he backed away, I turned around and kicked him in the face with the sole of my shoe, earning a satisfactory broken nose. Jimin had been so mad, he'd almost strangled me before blindfolding me.

I wasn't sure how long the drove was but the car eventually stopped and I was pulled out.

Again I tried to struggle out of Jimin's grip but Jimin kept telling me to 'quit it'. Quit it?! I had been abducted by his boyfriend's 'friend' and was just supposed to quit it?

I had groaned and tried to make a sound from the back of my throat, loud enough to attract attention. Obviously, that hadn't worked.

"Don't fucking ruin this for me!" Jimin snapped at me, snatching the blindfold off, revealing a neat small bedroom.

I glared at Jimin who paced the room like his ass was on fire. If eyes could shoot laser, mine would have cut Jimin in paper-thin slices.

I wasn't sure why Jimin had brought me to a room. But my face felt sticky and my head hurt and I was afraid. I hoped Jungkook was fine. I wanted to ask Jimin if he'd hurt Jungkook but I was silenced by the tape.

Now, seeing Jungkook there in one piece, staring back at me in utter shock was a relief and a scare. I was relieved that he was alive, at least. But I was scared because Jungkook was also in danger.

There were muscular men in the room, all dressed in black like Jimin, holding guns.

"Jin," Jungkook called his gaze softening. He looked like he didn't believe I was standing there, like I was the last person he'd expected to see there.

Jungkook, what's going on? I wanted to ask but my words came out muffled. I was so frustrated and terrified of the situation that the tears I had been holding back rolled down my cheeks.

Jungkook started to walk over, but every gun in the room aimed at him, making him stop. "I'd tread carefully if I were you," The scary-looking thug, who I was certain was the King, sang.

Jungkook's fists clenched at his side, his jaw tightened. "It's me you want. Let him go," he said, his eyes not leaving mine. His gaze fell on at the gash on my forehead, at the blood that had dried to my face. His gaze darted quickly to Jimin, questioning, before falling back into mine. I looked back at him with confused, scared eyes. "Do what you want with me but leave him out of this."

I shook my head, eyes darting between King and the dozen guns pointed at Jungkook. No! Don't touch him! I wanted to yell.

"Let him go?" King asked. "Just like that? After everything you put me through? Did you really think there'd be no repercussions to your betrayal?"

Please, God. Please, God.

"I didn't betray you."

"You left me!" King yelled. "You claimed you loved me—"

"It was not a claim. I loved you," Jungkook replied, turning to face the angry looking man.

"How can you leave the person you say you love?"

"You very well know why I left."

"Of course I know what you'll say. My line of work doesn't conform with your beliefs. It's too dirty for you, my little saint," King mocked, eyes filling with disgust.

"I'm not a saint, but I'd never kill an innocent person. I left because I felt guilty. I told you I didn't want to be a part of your world anymore—"

"After all I did for you! I picked you from the street, I got you revenge, I took care of you, I gave you money and power, Jungkook! I made you!"

"When I left, I didn't go with a dim from you. Everything that I own today, I worked hard for them! Not your blood money!"

King swung a gun from behind his trouser and held it to Jungkook's forehead. Jungkook didn't flinch. He stared back into the man's eyes.

"My blood money clothed you. My blood money sent you to the best university in the world. My blood money bought you the most expensive things man could ever desire. I was ready to burn the world and sprinkle the ashes at your feet, but then you—" He swallowed thickly, throat bobbing. "Then you turn around and say I'm not good enough for you?"

The room was so silent, I could hear my heart beating in my ear. The bastard actually looked hurt.

"You left me for this," he waved his other hand in my direction, "child? This is what you want? A crying, helpless child?"

Jungkook didn't turn his head but I could see his eyes dart to my direction.

King let out a deep sigh. "Jin, right?" He looked at me. "Sorry we're meeting under such circumstances, I'm usually a friendly man, you see. Forgive me?"

I was seeing him for the first time but I hated him more than I had ever hated anything or anyone before.

"You see, I love this man so much. I think it's something you and I share. We're both in love with him, and I'd do anything for him. The question is, can you do anything for him?" He asked, with a note of mischief. "Like say, die for him?"

"What? No," Jungkook interjected. "Leave him out of this. Your problem is with me, not him."

"You left me for him. Surely you didn't think I'd let him be, did you?" King looked behind him and before Jungkook knew it, he was being held down to the ground by 3 hefty men, as King made his way to me.

But heart sank but I made sure to keep my eyes on the man, hardening my glare on him.

"No!" Jungkook screamed. "Let him go! Don't fucking touch him!"

I took a few steps back, away from the man, but Jimin was standing solidly behind me, stopping my movement. I turned sharply to look at him. "Stay still," Jimin whispered behind me.

"Don't touch him! I swear I'll pluck out your eyeballs and feed them to you, if you lay a finger on him!"

I swiveled back to King. He was almost close to me. I felt so helpless. I couldn't be useless to myself and to Jungkook. God, please. God, please, deliver us from this and I promise to go to church every Sunday!

King was so close to me that I could smell his aftershave. Being that close, he didn't look so bad but he held a gun in his hand, although not pointed at me, but dangerous nonetheless.

Being there was worse than the black blossoms raining on me in a grave. It was worse than the faceless people pointing and laughing at me. It was more terrifying than Mr. Cho terrorising me and tying a Goat to Namjoon's car. This was fucking bad.

"You know, sometimes I wonder where you loyalty lies, Jungkook? Do you really love him or you're using him to get over your one true love which is me?"

"What the fuck are you saying?" Jungkook spat.

"Because you claim to love him but does he know that you killed his father?" The man asked with a conspiratory smile.

My brows creased in confusion. I glared at the ugly man then turned to look at Jungkook who was shaking his head in disbelief. "You'd really stoop so low to paint me bad?" Jungkook asked.

"Jimin?" King called

Jimin, the betrayer, answered, "It's true, Jin. I killed your father. Jungkook asked me to inject the poison into his IV."

Jungkook's brows furrowed. "What the hell are you saying?"

Without thinking, I smacked my elbow backwards, connecting it with Jimin's stomach. He groaned out loud, shoving me forward in anger, causing me to stumble towards King.

There was no way. Jungkook would never do that to me. He would never betray me. And even though Jungkook had never uttered it before, I knew Jungkook loved me.

Jungkook loved me.

"Jin, you know I would never do something like this to you," Jungkook said to me calmly, like we were both in his room, on his bed, bodies entangled, and not in the middle of a dozen men trying to kill us. His eyes pleaded with me to believe him. Then he looked behind me at Jimin, his gaze deadlier than a cobra's. "What the hell are you doing?"

King was so close that I could smell his alcohol laced breath. "He doesn't love you, Jinnie boy," King whispered against the skin below my ear. I could see Jungkook fight against his bondage, cussing and kicking angrily. But I didn't look away from the evil man. "He's only using you to get over me, because there's no way he could love a sad, little, pathetic high schooler with daddy issues."

Hot tears burned my eyes. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry, I repeated to myself over and over again. I was hurting to my bones but I didn't want to give the animal the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

"He can never love you. Tell me this, has he ever said those words to you?" King teased shamelessly. He was standing by my side now. Smirking like a bastard. I glared at him from the corner of his eyes. "Do you know what Jungkook told me the first night we made love?"

I didn't care what King wanted to say. I didn't care if Jungkook had declared his love for the abominable man from the top of Namsan Tower. I didn't care if they'd made love every second of being together or if King had given him thousands of orgasms. I didn't give a shit about Jungkook's past. I was in love with this Jungkook, not the one that had been with such a vile man.

"He told me he would never love another as much as he loved me." He was such a clown.

The man was such a hilarious character that I couldn't hold in my laugh. King's eyes narrowed, even Jungkook had stopped fighting. I felt all eyes on me.

"Did you just laugh?" He reached for my face and snatched the tape that been plastered over my mouth. "Laugh again. I dare you."

My head fell, hurt from the tape being ripped off my face, hurt from seeing Jungkook look so helpless, angry from seeing Jimin betray them like that. It was too much, but I had to do what was on my mind.

I lifted my head and turned to look at the man. "It's funny how he loves you so much yet he's in my bed almost every night, moaning my name and not yours, and I'm the child," I scoffed. "Isn't it a wonderful thing to be a child if it means he'll choose to fuck me and not you?" The words had barely left my mouth when King struck me in the face with the back of his palm.

My head snapped to the side. I tasted blood in my mouth as I staggered to my knees.

"I'll kill you!" Jungkook screamed. He smacked his elbow backwards, colliding with the face of one of the thugs, causing him to release him. He swung his free hand towards the other person's face.

I saw eight stars when King backhanded me. My cheek stung from immense pain. More tears threatened to spill but I was never crying in front of such a weak man. Being in front of King, staring death in the face, I realized how much power I had over the man. I realized just how intimidated by me this big scary monster was.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" King snapped.

I blinked the tears away as I slowly got to my feet. I turned to King, staring him dead in his frosty blue eyes with so much hate. "I'm the person you're jealous of, you bitter bastard."

King looked ready to kill. "I was going to make your death interesting, just a little fun, but right now, I don't care. I just want you dead." He lifted his gun and aimed it at my head. "Say hello to your father, you little piece of shit."