After a long way the car has finally stopped moving, which led you to believe you arrived at the gangster hideout. The whole assault and Saeron's dangerous position scared the crap out of you, but if you wanted to come out of this in one piece, you had to control that fear. You had to have some balls, right? It was your chance to quickly analyze the situation and search for a potential way of escape. The darkness of the night could have been either an additional obstacle or a blessing in disguise – you had to think fast and do even faster.

The front door clicked open, letting both of the man step outside. As you were getting prepared to run for your life, they gave you no chance to move before a strong hand closed on your ankle. Without a warning, you were forcibly dragged through the open door by one of the attackers. Full of pain groans escaped your mouth when you harshly hit the ground, however this wasn't the end of your agonizing journey. The person who held your ankle began dragging you towards some building, causing your back to get scratched on the hard, textured concrete. It felt like flames of fire were mercilessly attacking the delicate skin in burning strikes.

Struggling to escape the pain, you unconsciously started to twist your body in all different directions – to no relief. It only effected in more open wounds and scratches appearing on your sides, arms, back.

"It hurts, let me go!" You eventually yelled, unable to bear any more of that pain. Surprisingly, the handsome man who put you through hell stopped and turned around. An emotionless expression lingered on his face for a short while before being replaced with a satisfied smirk.

"Thought you were too scared to walk." He shoved your leg to the ground, looking down at you with visible dominance. "Get your ass to my office before I change my mind." With that, he casually turned around and headed towards the building, leaving you injured on the concrete. His ego must have been as over the top as you thought, letting a victim stay by themselves without a single worry. How annoying.

Placing both hands on the ground to support yourself, you managed to get up to your feet and immediately took a look around the area. The view honestly left you in shock – you noticed the shape of a building before but never in your life expected to see a damn huge mansion. It reminded you of the old school mansions you've seen in crime movies, but with a more modern twist to it. The entrance was located right in the middle of the building and took up the whole height, decorated with two columns on each side of the door. The two-floored house was painted white with the exceptions of a navy blue roof and window covers in the same dark color. As a whole, it looked kind of elegant – you had to admit that.

"Keep moving, you don't want to make him angry. Trust me." A voice coming from your right made you realize you've just spent at least ten precious seconds staring at a damn house instead of trying to escape. There was no way though – each and every corner of the mansion was guarded by men who didn't exactly seem to be friendly.

"And you are?" You hesitantly asked the boy who spoke up, eyeing him carefully. He didn't look much older than you, especially with such a flawless face. Was it a thing for gangsters to be blessed with good looks?

"Taehyung or V. Whichever you prefer, little intruder." He answered, nudging you to start walking towards the mansion's entrance. The name he called you somehow caused your irritation to spike up with a huff.

"Intruder? Do you think I got my ass in the car and drove all the way here to be dragged on the ground for shits and giggles?" You completely froze as your brain processed what you've just said with delay. This isn't the best way to speak to murderers, is it? The brown haired boy bent down however to look at your face with amusement.

"I like you." He casually said before placing his large hand on your back and strongly pushing you inside the mansion. The interior once again left you in awe – minimalistic, gently decorated, maintained in the colors of white, grey and a deep shade of brown. Whoever the devil was, he definitely knew how to live well.

"This way." You turned to yet another male voice and saw a black haired man pointing to a big door at the end of the hall. He looked a bit older than the one you've just met outside, but the difference could have been of four years at max. It was upsetting to see such young people taking such a wrong path.

Having no other choice, you stepped inside the room you've been shown just to be met with your aggressor. His eyebrows were dangerously furrowed in annoyance.

"That took a while. You're not very smart, are you?" He spat out, leaning back on his black office chair. Seeing him this irritated, you tried hard to keep your mouth shut not to make your situation worse, although it was surprisingly hard.

"Now hun... You already know why you're here so I'm not going to waste my time on pointless explanations." He said, looking at you as if you were a little bug unable to do any harm.

"And I've already told you that I don't know where Saeron is." You replied with irritation, having to go over that topic again and again. You should have just bitten your tongue instead of continuing. "Are you deaf or simply stupid?" The moment these words left your mouth, you knew just how much you were screwed due to own stupidity. There goes your life, farewell.

The man stared at you for exceptionally long before placing his head on a hand with a small smirk spreading across his lips. "Such a dirty mouth..." He started, shaking his head a little. "I like when girls talk dirty to me. It turns me on."

Your eyes went wide in shock at how straightforward he was. "Shut up you pervert!" You stepped back, closely watching his moves. The smirk quickly disappeared as a soft sound of sliding an office chair back announced that he stood up. Walking around his desk, he began closing the distance in between you with such confidence that your heart skipped a beat in fear. With each one of his steps, you too took a step back, creating the illusion of dancing in harmony. His cold eyes pierced through your soul, sending shivers down your spine.

With another step, your back hit the empty space on the wall trapping you in between the cold surface and even colder man. His hand soon travelled to a spot beside your head before the other one mimicked that move, only taking space on the other side. The movement was slow and threatening, mentally torturing you with each second.

"You don't want to know how perverted I really am." He leaned in closer, forcing your head to turn to the side with one of the cheeks pressed to the wall. "Or do you?" A familiar now crazy chuckle escaped his lips, enveloping your ear with a warm breath.

"Let go of me, please." You mumbled, losing the balls you had before.

"Why?" He strongly cupped your chin and forced you to face him. "Don't play with fire, babygirl. You're gonna get burnt." Hot tears started to stream down your cheeks upon noticing an obvious threat in his voice. "I could do so many thing to you..." He paused for a moment, grabbing the roots of your hair instead and pulling on it until your head raised. Still streaming tears trailed down your neck as you trembled in fright, avoiding his eyes. "And death is certainly the most pleasant one you can imagine." He finished with a whisper, placing his lips in the crook of your neck just to mockingly kiss the tears away.

A loud thud made you flinch as the door suddenly flung open.

"Jimin, are you still talking to her?" An innocent looking boy entered the room, eying the two of you with his unusually big eyes. "We need to go."

Jimin's expression visibly softened at the sight of this boy, eventually moving away from you. Even knowing nothing about any of the men, you could tell that those two had to share a special bond by the way they acted around each other. Could it be that the boy was Jimin's younger brother?

"Coming." He smiled at the boy who disappeared behind the door and turned back to you in a much better mood. What a bipolar psycho. "Work's calling." His hand was placed on your lower back as he guided you out of the office with a lot more delicacy. This kind of behavior was so confusing, making his other moves completely unpredictable.

Around two minutes later you approached what looked like a bedroom located upstairs.

"You stay here until I come back." Crossing arms on his chest, he seemed to be waiting for a reply therefore you nodded hesitantly. There was no point in trying to fight him – your position was helpless enough after saying such brilliant words in the office. "Good girl." With that small compliment he turned around to leave, but your quiet voice stopped him from doing so.

"Mister Jimin?" You asked as politely as you could, knowing that if you behave well then you might gain advantage. A hint of surprise appeared on his face as he turned to you.

"What is it, hun?"

"Can I get a first aid kit? Please?" You asked full of hope. The wounds and scratches you got while being dragged on the ground were still burning, covered in dried up blood. Your pain was distorted by moments of fear, but the fact that he was about to leave gave a fake impression of relief.

His gaze shamelessly travelled up and down your body as if it was his excuse to check you out. "Wait a sec." He eventually said before disappearing in the corridor to bring you some bandages. Exhausted after a long day and probably half of the night, you plopped down onto the bed as slight dizziness got to your head. Individual shapes of the furniture began moving, rather swirling around at a slow pace. An extended time at work first and being kidnapped by extremely handsome but heartless bandit next, such a great luck you have. All you wished for was to be in your own room with normal problems of a day to day basis.

"What a well mannered hostage. Didn't even attempt to run away." The already familiar voice put your focus together, fading blurriness away. Pretending to be shocked, Jimin mocked you again with hidden amusement. He seemed to get a lot of pleasure out of your dismay. "Here." He threw the first aid kit at you, not caring that your moves were too slow to react on time to catch it. "These are just scratches so don't exaggerate."

His words once again made you feel hot under the collar, but this time you stopped yourself from commenting to avoid any more trouble. A bunch of not so pretty insults run through your head instead, satisfying your need for revenge enough. Picking the small box up from the ground, you focused on unpacking bandages in hopes of hearing footsteps soon. Luckily to you, that heavenly sound came short after, convincing you of being left alone. If this is the safest you're going to get, you didn't complain at all.

Relieved that you made it alive after having many missteps on the way, you began treating your wounds with slightly trembling hands. Quiet hisses of pain would sound in the room each time rubbing alcohol touched the sore skin. The cotton pad you used for cleaning swiped dried up blood away, causing some of the wounds to open back up. Your eyes watered at the sight of bleeding, hating that view of scarlet red color. If not for this asshole, you would have probably been sweetly enjoying your nightmares by that time. This was different however – a real life nightmare, way worse than a bunch of unpleasant dreams. You've never really believed in the meaning of dreams, but maybe they were just trying to warn you of upcoming danger.

"You really don't know how to do this, huh?"

Your head shot up, surprised with such a simple thing as human's voice. Jimin was leaning his back on the opposite wall, staring at you fumbling with the bandages. In fact, he didn't leave the room but stayed inside for some unknown to you reason. Sliding a hand through his hair, he made it much more messy which enhanced the bad boy appearance. Even though it was inappropriate to think about, the messy hairstyle undeniably suited him.

He walked up to the bed and casually sat on the empty space beside you, taking the box out of your hands. Acting as if it wasn't anything weird, he swiftly started to treat your wounds. His movement spoke about a broad experience in this aspect, perhaps covered with longstanding practice.

You took this opportunity to take a closer look of his face. Just as any other human being, he had his habits – the way he scrunched his nose a little while being focused looked endearing. Having a calm face, unflawed by negative emotions he could be labeled as a heartthrob – hot and cute at once. If only not for a twisted personality that is.

There was so much to this mysterious man. In the span of just a few hours you've seen his crazy side, abusive side, casual side but also a caring side. What else is there, Jimin?

"Done." He said, bringing you back to earth. Both of your arms and lower part of the stomach were securely covered in bandages, hiding the cuts and bruises.

"Thank you." You unconsciously mumbled out of habit.

"I hope you at least learnt something now that you're here anyway." His words sounded more like a demand than a wish due to a stern tone. Placing the first aid kit to the side, he faced you with barely any distance separating you. His gorgeous face was so close leaving you astonished again – especially with his plump, soft lips slightly open. Upon noticing your obvious gaping, those sinful lips curved in a mocking smirk as his fingers casually travelled to your thigh. Hypnotized with his angelic features, you were unable to move away from his touch.

He softly called your name, letting uneven breaths mix midway in between your faces. That sound forced your heart to thump harder inside your chest in anticipation.

A long pause filled the room with tension.

"You're so stupid."