Chapter Twelve- Speak and I'll kill you
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Jung Seo-Yun
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"What the hell!?" One of them shouted. Everyone looked around as an announcement started.

"Attention everyone-" it was Suga.

"-PD is in the hideout, I repeat, PD is in the hideout, everyone on the lookout but do not harm her. I'll deal with her. I repeat, do not harm her." He sounded angry. Probably because I made him look like a fool.

Oh shit, hang on, Suga knows my identity now. Well I guess there's no point on hiding it in front of him, but I might as well have some fun denying it.

Hn?

I looked up and saw that I was now circled by a dozen men. Well there goes plan A. Why must I always make a big entrance, I have to remember that Slow and steady wins the race .

"Don't move."

" I don't take orders jackass." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. " Don't start with the attitude missy." He replied." What? You're not allowed to hurt me, that's what Suga said." I batted my eyelashes, mooching him. His jaw clenched, showing off his well defined jawline.
He moved towards me, aged clear in his eyes." Taehyung! Just be patient, we have her cornered, just wait till Yoong- I mean Suga gets here."

What.

Was

That?

Meh, probably nothing.

"Anyways, Taebutt, right, would you mind telling these men to move. Out. Of. My. Way, before someone gets hurt." I asked sweetly." First, It's Taehyung, and second, absolutely not. Heads up, Suga is not nice when he is angry and to be honest, I've never heard him that angry before, you'll just end up hurt.....really hurt. If I were you, I'd just listen to what he says and be quiet." He said seriously.

"Keep trying, I almost thought you were being caring, almost." I retorted, clicking my tongue. Just as he was going to respond, an angry Suga came in and rushed towards me.

"You!-" He screamed, no filter or anything.

"-are in big trouble." Was all he said. I gulped, moving backwards. I stumbled on something and nearly fell. I regained my balance and brushed off fake dust.
"Long time no see." I responded nervously." I'll be going right this way." I started running towards him and tried to run passed him, failing terrible. He grabbed my wrist roughly, and squeezed it hard. I whimper, looking back at him.

I drew in a deep breath, the burning hard stare would last only as long as it took him to think of the most brutally cutting thing he could tear me down with. His lethal stare felt painful as it was piercing through my soul. His eyes were knives in my ribs, the sharp point digging deeper into my chest.

Oh boy, I'm in big trouble.

With my free hand, I scratched right under his right eye. He wiped the blood and grabbed my other hand.

"P-please just let me go." And for a slit second, I swear I saw something in his eyes change. My voice had no filter, it was pure. I couldn't deal with his stare. I wasn't used to being intimidated by anyone. I didn't like it. I didn't want to feel like that anymore, I don't care if I have to be helpless just to escape. I just want to go home.

I frowned, looking at my feet, then to my already saw wrist." I beg you, just let me go." I asked.

He ignored me. Instead, he dragged me out of the room. "Please Suga." I asked again.

No response.

"Suga?"

"Suga?"

"Please don't ignore me."

I then noticed a door that was in a few metres that had the exit sign on it." Seo-Yun, I'm going to let you go. Not because I feel bad for you, because I want you to ready so we can have a fair and square fight. I don't like to take advantages on the weak-"

"Are you calling me weak you assho-"

"Let me finish or I'll just rethink my decision. I'll see you in a month. One month to prepare yourself. One month and then I'll come get you again, and when the time comes, I will not go easy on you." I looked at him shocked. I was a little more then Jungshook, I was Yoonshook.

"Alright, I accept. I'll see you in a month then." I forcefully ripped my wrist out of his grip. "Till next time." Was the last thing I said before running towards the exit.

I was still in shock about the whole ordeal but it was the only chance I got. I checked a few times behind me, to make sure he wasn't following me.

I opened the bright red door, as I happily walked out. I felt the air hit my neck.

That's what freedom feels like.

Was the last thing I thought of before I was knocked out cold.

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