"So stupid. So weak. How are you even still alive?" His words slashed right through your heart as your cheeks started burning with embarrassment. The mocking look spread across his face told you just how much of a fool you were – expecting something from a person like him.

Shocked with his attitude, you didn't even flinch when one of his warm fingers began tracing the outline of your cheek. Usually such gesture would be a manifestation of warm feelings, yet all you perceived was arrogance and freezing cold. Just as much cold as audible in his voice as he whispered the next sentence.

"I could have killed you so many times by now..." His words trailed off meanwhile his finger traveled down your neck. Unable to move your gaze away from his face, it was no challenge to notice a crazy sparkle of excitement glimmering in his eyes. By the look of it, you wouldn't be surprised if he currently imagined a thousand different ways of taking your life.

"You're sick." These words slipped past your lips on their own as if it was separate from your brain, immediately making you freeze in place. Who would ever knowingly risk their life by insulting a dangerous murderer, possibly some sick gang member? Only you.

"I'm sick?" He suddenly pushed you with full force until you went flying right towards the bed. The moment your back hit the covers with a loud whimper, he immediately appeared on top of you with the most unreadable expression you've ever seen. It wasn't even possible to tell whether he was angry or kept up with his attitude and played around. You of course internally prayed for the latter. "I'm sick in the head, huh?" He whispered with this time visible shift in his expression. The stare he kept locked on your face was so intense, so wild that it glimmered with insanity. Having no space in between your bodies, you couldn't help but stare back into his dark eyes – the more you did, the more you began to tremble in sheer fear. Long seconds were passing by in complete silence, only muffled voices coming from downstairs.

"SAY IT!" He yelled in your face, taking the last pieces of bravery away with the furious tone. Startled by his madness, you unintentionally sobbed trying to cover yourself with both hands – any barrier was good enough, anything to keep you away from the unholy handsome psycho.

"I hate you." You mumbled in between pathetic sobs, still attempting to cover yourself in fear he'd go one step further and eventually hit you.

"Good. I love that."

Your hands automatically lowered when you processed the meaning of his words. You've only met this mad man hours ago yet he managed to surprise you so many times with such unpredictable attitude. Did he not have a heart to hate the world so much, cause people pain and derive pleasure from their fear?

A chuckle left his lips when the door flung open once again, revealing the sight of the same boy coming inside the room. Murderer or not, he must have been your lucky sign as per being a savior each time your stupid mouth went a step too far.

"Go easy on her, she's just a newbie." He said with a voice so emotionless that it nearly invalidated the meaning behind his words. What a nice team. "Let's go, everyone's waiting."

Jimin sighed and looked at you one last time before backing away, finally giving you enough space to release a breath you've unknowingly been holding for God knows how long.

"You stay in my room." He ordered sternly and took a few steps towards the door. "If this stupid girl tries anything – kill her. She's hopeless." There was another man waiting outside the room, who only nodded in response and let Jimin pass by, soon disappearing from your sight. You huffed in offence, but luckily Jimin didn't have a chance to hear it as the door got slammed shut.

The overwhelming silence with no psychopaths in sight had you sighing in relief, though your body never stopped trembling. This moment of loneliness gave you a chance to think about the awful situation you've found yourself in, but there was no strength left inside to come up with a plan of escape. All it did was make you wonder whether Jimin had some kind of a dissociative identity disorder with the way he behaved, changed his mood in a flash, acted for fun. The only word properly describing him would definitely be 'insane'.

Wasn't he right though? You were exhausted, wounded and helpless – there was no way of getting yourself out of the fancy house, not to mansion saving Saeron. Trying to protect herself and her father, she pulled you into madness you'd never wish your worst enemy to experience yet you couldn't feel anything but worry. Besides, it was only the beginning.

With this thought, influenced by exhaustion, you unknowingly drifted off to sleep hoping that the following day would bring some light and clarification into your life – suddenly flipped upside down.

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Anyone expecting a beautiful morning filled with rays of sunshine and chirping birds would be heavily disappointed by this turn of events. With a groggy gasp, you quite literally jumped out of the bed in the blink of an eye as a loud crash coming from downstairs broke you out of sleep. Heart racing so fast and irregular, you wouldn't be surprised if it fell out your ass at one point. Startled – which is a heavy understatement – you jumped again at another horrifying sound of items being smashed.

"What the fuck?" You mumbled to yourself, tone slightly trembling. The next thing your ears picked up was a familiar voice yelling in sheer and utter fury followed by a further batch of commotion. Your throat tightened upon hearing it and before you could think twice, you ran out of the room completely disregarding Jimin's previous order. Passing by the guard, he didn't seem to be surprised to see you rushing downstairs where everyone else has already been gathered. The moment you arrived in front of Jimin's office, a bunch of men were hesitantly standing there with concern clear as day painting their faces.

"What are you doing?! We need to calm him down!" You shouted through the unstopping background noise of furniture being destroyed. The sight of so many people doing nothing somehow irritated you – weren't they supposed to be Jimin's friends or coworkers at the very least? Before you could reach the doorknob, a strong hand of one of the men caught your wrist and prevented from doing so. You recognized him as the one who guided your way to the office when you first stepped into the mansion.

"Don't. He's dangerous now." He said, slightly muffled by Jimin's yelling. A demanding 'let me out' shouted from the top of his lungs caused everyone to shiver, including yourself.

"What happened?" You managed to shout through the sound of fists wildly banging into the door. If you came to a conclusion that Jimin was insane back then, you couldn't find a proper word for what was happening at that particular moment. It sounded as if he completely lost his mind, destroying everything unlucky enough to come into his range of view.

"Well..." The man hesitated for a bit, not willing to explain the situation to you but there was nothing to save Jimin's image anyway. "He's on drugs and has just found out that our mission fail-"

"STOP FUCKING AROUND!" Yet another shout slipped past the door, cutting him out though you've heard enough to understand why Jimin went crazy. The funny thing is you seemed more shocked with the fact that he takes drugs than after seeing him shoot an actual human being.

The next sound made everyone gathered jump with words of curse falling out their lips – the sound of a window being smashed into pieces. Recovering from the shock, one of them began hectically fiddling with a key in order to open the door while some other ones trembled in anxiety. You on the other hand couldn't move, frozen right in front of the room. No one knew what to expect.

Eventually, the office door opened revealing a sight that made you gasp. The whole place was ruined with furniture thrown around the corners and shards of glass covering the floor. Could one person possibly do this much damage? Because of a failed mission? The view was so surreal that you barely resisted the urge to rub your eyes.

The owner of the house was right there – breathing heavily, stumbling onto the nearest wall and sliding down until he was sitted. A trail of blood smeared around the floor due to his wounded knuckles, but he didn't seem to care about pain at all. Instead, his unfocused gaze fell directly on you as you were the one standing in front of the open door. His pupils were so large that you wouldn't be able to find the tiniest glint of brown even from up close.

"Didn't I- tell you to stay- in my room?" He asked while taking pauses for deep breaths in the midst of his sentence. His body was slightly shaking in anger, amusement and most probably from a physical reaction to drugs as well. The tension between you grew so dense, making each second of eye contact uncomfortable as if he was challenging you to look away. In the end, he was the one to break it though. His gaze moved away from you and glided over the tense men surrounding you from every side.

"And you..." He giggled darkly, the lack of amusement evident in his tone. "all of you are fucking dead."

"Where the hell is Jungkook when we need him?!" A brown haired boy whisper shouted to whoever was standing next to him. The only one that wasn't present happened to be the innocent but expressionless looking boy, Jungkook as you deduced. If he was the only one able to calm Jimin down, then the situation was lightly speaking bad.

And as per your stupid nature, you put the other people ahead of yourself and took a few hesitant steps in Jimin's direction. It took so much effort to act confident when your knees were shaking like a jelly yet something told you that it was the right thing to do. Though there was no guarantee that your instinct doesn't get you killed.

"Calm down. Everything's going to be fine." You said in a relatively calm tone, shocking not only the other men but Jimin himself. His eyes opened wider and mouth parted open as he got caught off guard with your actions. A warning tone sounded behind you, the brown haired boy calling your name, but having been in deep shit already you decided to proceed with your act. Taking the opportunity that Jimin was taken aback, you gently took his bleeding hand in yours to inspect his wounds. "We need to treat these. Let's get back to your room."

"Why do you care?" He suddenly questioned, the astonishment genuine on his face. The movement of his eyes was frantic as if he didn't understand why, looked for a possible reason he simply couldn't find. His hand trembled in yours as if he was getting ready to pull it back. "I planned to kill you tonight and... you still care about me?"

You flinched at his words but didn't move away. Actually, seeing him so nervous and vulnerable for the first time made you think that deep down he wasn't as tough as he appeared to be. Ever since the first second you met, you've never felt this safe in his presence.

"It's called being a human. You helped me, so I'm going to help you as well."

He didn't reply to this, instead leaned his free hand on the wall to support himself up. You followed him and took a glance of the other men immediately convinced that your instinct was right upon seeing their relieved faces. Thank God you're still alive.

"Let's go." You said, placing a hand on his back for support as he stumbled on the first step. It didn't take long for him to yank away from your touch, making his way out of the office.

"I know how to walk." He stated, glaring at his people as he sternly passed by them. You rolled your eyes in response before following him upstairs and leaving his colleagues completely speechless. It wasn't wise of you to stay one on one with not only a murderer but a drugged, crazy murderer. Was there a single wise thing you've done during the past hours though? The answer is simple.

"Sit down, please." You said, taking the first aid kit you'd used before in your hands. Treating a hand was way easier than bandaging nearly the whole body, but having no experience at anything medical related, you had to focus hard. For that reason, the intense stare he gave you went unnoticed. "So, what happened?"

"As if I'd tell you." He sneered, not looking away at all as if he wanted to see right through you. Something in your behavior interested him, yet he couldn't put a finger on a distinct treat. In his eyes you were just so... pure. So innocent, so not flawed by the hardships of brutal life.

"You don't need to if you don't want to. But it's a nice way to let some steam off..." Your sentence trailed off trying to find the least offensive words. "...in a more peaceful way."

He didn't respond to that remark, eventually averting his gaze to his knuckles. Truthfully, he's already felt so much more calm. "You did learn something from me, huh?"

"I'm a fast learner." You smiled at the hidden compliment he involuntarily gave. After finishing this sentence, it was time for bandages to come into play. You began carefully placing it around his palm as securely as your poor skills let.

"Why are you like this?" He suddenly asked, catching you completely off guard. An unspoken question appeared on your face, not really knowing where he's getting at. "Trying to gain my trust. What's your reason?" Suspicion enveloped his eyes as he stared at you again, attempting to analyze your reaction. So useless with the lack of knowledge on emotions.

"I'm going to be dead by tomorrow anyway. What do I have to lose?" The second sentence was barely a whisper as you blanked out, gaze locked at the kit still in your hands. "Why not turn a favor back? Even to someone like you." It wasn't like you didn't care, no. You simply began accepting your fate, the fact that you were kept alive for a specific reason and that this state is not going to last long. You're bound to be used for their profit and murdered once they get what they want.

Jimin eyed you carefully. The whole situation and how he's already been used to drugs made him regain a grasp of reality and come back to relatively right senses. So many options passed through his head, more or less drastic.

"Do you know what the two things I value the most are?" He questioned out of blue, causing you to look up again.

"Life is certainly not one of them." You mumbled loud enough for him to hear. He laughed at your remark with surprising sincerity.

"One is honesty..." He cocked his head to the side with a light smirk. "And the other one – loyalty." His gaze traveled down to his treated palm, indicating to what he's talking about before coming back to you. "'l'll let you live a bit longer. I somehow want to know more about you, you're... unpredictable."

You're unpredictable. YOU'RE unpredictable. What does that make him then?

Suppressing a sneer, you only sighed in relief although you weren't sure if living like this is any better than dying of his hands.

"It's starting to be fun." He stated with a daring sparkle visible in his eyes before taking a breath and getting up from the bed. Even though he wasn't the tallest man alive, you still felt like he was towering over you due to the difference in confidence levels. "Let's go downstairs. I'll introduce you to everyone."

You only nodded in response, hesitant over his sudden kindness. Was it just one of his mood swings or did he come up with yet another plan to fuck you up and/or get what he wanted. Nevertheless, you didn't have the balls to object – looks like someone has ran out of bravery for that day.

Just like that, you found yourself entering what looked like a dining area with the other six men ever so casually enjoying a meal. Everyone acted like nothing happened, as if none of them have nearly shat their pants maybe half an hour ago. This mansion is never going to stop taking you aback.

"Why do you act like pigs in front of a guest? Behave properly!" A playful smile bloomed on Jimin's lips the moment he finished, indicating that he was joking. Nice to know that he's capable of that, changes a whole lot – you sarcastically thought.

"Sorry, boss!" A handsome male replied rather casually, but there seemed to have been some amusement hidden in how he addressed Jimin. All eyes were now focused on you – some expressing curiosity, some disbelief that you came back from Jimin's bedroom in one piece.

"From left to right." Jimin started, getting your full attention. "This is Kim Namjoon or RM. Our hacker, a smartass when it comes to technology." He motioned to a tall man who sat at the far left. His hair was a deep shade of silver which honestly amazed you, knowing how much care it must take to maintain such a color. "Then we got Min Yoongi or Suga. A genius, amazing at creating plans." This one you recognized from before – he was the one who guided you to Jimin's office the first time. "Next is Jung Hoseok or J-Hope. Our spy, he can get all the information we need." He motioned to the brown haired boy who had been concerned of Jungkook's absence before. Jimin's gaze glided to the man who introduced himself as V, but you didn't remember his real name. "You already know Taehyung. He's a good kidnapper. And knows how to make people speak." A playful wink was sent your way, flushing you with awkwardness. "Kim Seokjin or Jin. A weapon specialist with surprising knowledge." The handsome male who previously made the 'boss' remark was the only one to verbally greet you. Your gaze then moved to the last one, the young boy who must have come home when you were upstairs. "Lastly, our hidden talent – Jeon Jungkook. Amazing at fighting, excellent at shooting. Rarely ever misses."

The corners of Jimin's lips trembled as if he wanted to smirk from pride. "They are my most trusted people, my right hands." He turned to you fully, leaning back on one of the kitchen counters. "And me... I'm Park Jimin. My father is the Mafia King – boss of the bosses. And I'll do anything to be the chosen heir."

You gasped with mind working on full speed in order to comprehend all of the information you've just heard. "What's your specialty?" You asked, completely immersed in this mafia world unraveled in front of you. It almost felt like you've started a freshly bought book and couldn't stop the curiosity of its all characters. Living a normal life, you heard gangster alike stories and were aware of the mafia's existence but at the same time never really embraced that knowledge. A whole different world, so surreal to such a plain girl.

"Mine?" He snickered, the daring sparkles reappearing in his dark eyes. He knew what your reaction was going to be and felt excited, dropping the overly kind act he's put on. "It's just... killing."