I was really growing tired of this constant-getting-abducted, you have no idea how tired.

I mean, what idiot author uses kidnapping twice in a row??

In Korea, at least, it had been Jungkook who got taken away - even if it was, in his case, to get eaten - so what was it with Japan and me getting kidnapped? Maybe Yokohama is just sexist, I don't know.

Well, moving on. When I came to, the first thing I noticed was that my hands were tied - again. But this time I didn't seem to be tied to a chair, but lying down, head pillowed onto something soft and warm.

Upon opening my eyes, with great effort, I realized that said soft and warm thing was somebody's lap. Which was unexpected, to say the least.

Once my eyes had gotten used to the dim neon lamps above my head, I locked eyes with a blond angel who had gently rested my head on his lap, large, worried eyes scanning my face.

If it wasn't for the hammering pain in my head, I would've assumed I died and this was the afterlife.

"She's awake, I think." He declared, light voice leaving his lips like velvet, soothing to my thundering headache.

I soon realized we weren't alone - five more people scooted closer, curiously eyeing me. They all looked like typical apocalypse-survivors; dirty, ragged clothes with dark circles around their eyes and visibly strong, capable bodies that could either take on a Prowler or run real fast.

"Are you guys cannibals?" My headache-induced brain made sure to check from the start.

"What the- no?!" A flabbergasted woman spluttered, fingers reaching out for my forehead carefully, "Did they hit you that hard?"

A little reluctant, I heaved myself off the ground (and the cute guy's lap) now kneeling with my tied hands resting atop my legs. Pushing away the hammering behind my skull, I let my gaze wander around. We - around six people in total - were all scooped up in a small room that seemed to be underground, the only exit being a blue painted iron door. Everyone in here had their hands tied, sprawled out on the ground as if they've been in here for some while already.

"What happened?"

"That I'd like to know as well." That blond guy with the comfy lap snorted.

"We all got abducted when we had our guards down and woke up in here." A woman with short, black hair explained curtly.

"Probably has to do with the mafia here in Yokohama." Another guy added.

"The MAFIA?" I parroted a little befuddled.

"Yeah," Blondie dragged, "- organized crime, gangsters, do you not know what Mafia mean-"

"You're a really smart one aren't you." I cut him off dryly.

"I just want to go back to my wife." Yet another dude sighed, leaning back against the cold stone wall - gaining general agreement from the other victims.

"Well-" I started, reaching down to awkwardly grapple into my boot, trying to reach the knife that had felt heavy against my ankle ever since I woke up, "-don't worry." I fished out the knife, turning around to the blond guy, signalizing him to stick out his hands so I could cut the ties, "-I promise we'll get out of here in a blink."

"Wait, didn't they search you?" The woman who had spoken first gaped, watching me cut through the ropes.

"Did they search YOU?" I countered.

She closed her mouth. Obviously our abductors were real professionals.

"How will we get out of here tho?" Blond guy threw in once I had freed him from his ties.

"Does no one here know how to pick locks?"

Silence.

I sighed, "How did you survive until now?"

"My wife knows how to pick locks." One of the older men said.

"Well, your wife isn't fucking here, Yohan." The short haired woman snapped.

"Hey, hey calm down." Once I had freed the last person from their ties, I turned around to that menacing iron door, "We'll figure something out." Just to make sure, I rattled on the rusty handle.

It was almost too cartoonish when the door opened (under great effort, to be fair).

A little disappointed, I turned around to the group of people who was now staring at the exit guiltily, "Really?"

"I thought it was locked." The wife-guy grumbled.

"It's a very heavy door." The short haired lady added.

Blondie was the first one to get up, joining me at the exit, where narrow stone stairs, enclosed by wet beton walls, lead up into the unknown, "What they meant to say is- thank you." He grinned, visibly relieved, "I'm Jimin."

"Y/N." I answered, before slipping through the door. I'd sort this one out myself, while Jungkook was busy kicking ass at the port.

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Jungkook stared at the corpse in front of him dully - he had recognized his face, of course. Jungkook had caused his entire organization more trouble than they'd been able to handle and now the guy was dead, cut in half just like so many others before him.

"Ya really wanna keep this goin' ?" Jungkook looked at the man standing good ten meters away from him, hands buried in his ridiculously expensive fur coat.

Kwon Jiyong, too, was a familiar face, but in a very different way than that nameless corpse in front of Jungkook was.

Jiyong was like him, just that he wasn't quite like him. He hadn't grown under Dino's hand, but that of another psychopathic fanatic - one that clearly hadn't made him feel like running the moment he got the chance, but instead like taking over the family business.

"Didn't think you'd dare to come back to Yokohama, Jeon."

Jungkook shrugged, "What'cha mean? S' not like I'm struggling or anythin'." The field of corpses around them spoke for itself.

Jiyong laughed, "You might be right, but you're an enigma, as always. Has the time of his life with looting dusty grocery stores and banging some helpless chick he scooped up somewhere on the street."

Jungkook squinted his eyes, "Banging who?"

Jiyong shrugged, "Y'know who I'm talking about. That lil' girl who was with you. I think Jimmy took her. Why? Are you upset? Was she that good?"

Jungkook clenched his jaw - he wasn't that stupid, he knew showing Jiyong how much she mattered would only make things worse. All he could hope for was that she was getting by for now.

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Jimin watched the girl fascinated. What she did so far wasn't even all that grand - carrying a knife with you during the apocalypse seemed rational and opening heavy doors was mid at best. Yet she had remained calm - when she had untied the others, when she had walked up those narrow stairs and even when the group had encountered the man with the gun, standing guard a few meters below them. He wasn't that imposing of a sight, with greasy hair and tired eyes, but he was tall - and he had a gun, which was quite the knock-out argument.

"We'll die." Sara had decided, "I'd rather go back to the basement."

"Wha-" Y/N had glared at her, "No one will die. Okay? We'll get past that asshole and we will all survive. And no one will fucking die. Have a little faith in yourselves-"

This must've been dramatic irony, because they'd promptly gotten noticed by the guard.

„HEY! Go back in there!" He gestured his gun furiously towards the basement stairs.

"Trust me." Y/N whispered.

"Yeah." Sara, who'd been clearly touched by Y/N's little speech earlier, nodded marching forwards, "I'll-" BANG

The woman's body slumped onto ground, the bullet that had pierced her head painting the wall behind her red. The other woman next to her screamed, covering her eyes with her hands devastated.

"Fuck." Was Y/N's very accurate reply, now raising her voice to talk to the guard, "Hey, okay, chill, we'll go back." She lifted her arms in surrender, signalizing the dude with the gun that she wasn't a threat. Jimin wondered where she'd put her knife so quickly, "But, like, Jimin here really has to take a dump." She gestured toward him.

Really?

"And I do, too." She added, very convincingly.

"I won't fall for that, missy. Have you never watched TV?"

"I- I know how this sounds, but do you really want us to shit into the basement?" Wow, now she was getting obscene. Jimin couldn't decide wether she was really brave or just a psychopath.

"I don't care?"

"Pretty please? The rest of us will go back and you just take us to a toilet?"

"Why, you-" The guy sighed, lowering his gun to wave the two of them down to him, "Hurry then."

"Thank you!" She beamed, before hopping down the steps towards him, "Take his gun." She breathed while walking.

That left Jimin reeling for a moment - how was he supposed to do that? What if the gun fired by accident? The guy was also significantly taller than him, never in a million years would he be able to-

"Okay you two, follow me." Y/N threw him an urging glare and Jimin decided that, fuck it, this was their only chance. Probably.

He jumped forth clumsily, grabbing the gun - which the man was immediately holding in an iron grip. Jimin wrestled for the gun, felt like they'd lost already, the startled screeches of the rest of their group accompanying his doubts, when suddenly Y/N wrapped one arm around the guys throat from behind, using her free hand to jam the dull handle of her knife into his temple - he slumped together, almost making Jimin topple over, before he let go of the gun and jumped aside.

An uncomfortable crunch echoed through the artificially lit room as the guard fell face first onto the ground.

„Well-„ Y/N said a little breathless, „That went smoothly." She looked up at the terrified bunch, nodding them towards her, „Let's go."

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my head hurts but i hope you didnt have to wait for too long

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