Y/n pov.

We walked into the back of the building where we found our cell. Julie volunteered to be the hostage. I guess she wasn't into this fighting stuff.

Chan and Jisung was finishing off our strategy and I was helping Seungmin with his west. Once I had successfully placed the west onto my boyfriend's body Chan spoke up, assigning a role to everybody.

"OK, the front line (Chan and Seungmin) are gonna watch the hostage and make sure the other team don't get to Julie. I want Woojin and the Camelion line (Minho, Evan and Y/n) to make their way around the venue and take out the opponents. The production line (Felix, Jeongin and Hyunjin) are gonna be the first line of defence, right outside of the cell. The sales line (Jisung and Changbin) are gonna get to the front desk where the other team has their base, and prevent them from bringing Julie there if they get her. Everybody ready?"

Everybody nodded and made their way out of the room.

My group and I made our way further into the building. We decided to split up into teams of two, and cover half of the building each. Me and Evan covered the east side while Minho and Woojin covered the west side.

Evan and I walked through the tight halls of the abandoned building, looking out for the other team. We walked on each side of the hall, pressing ourselves up against the walls to prevent from beeing spotted easily.

The sound of footsteps made us both stop walking and hide away in the shadows of the dark hall.

Two figures came into sight. They walked through the hall heading straight towards us. Evan and I looked at each other and smirked we both raised our guns, pointing them to the two boys.

We walked out of the shadows, still having our guns raised. The two spotted us, and immediately stopped walking.

Evan and I took a few steps towards the two. We both smirked cockily at them before pulling the trigger on them. Their clean black wests showed two colorful spots of paint. One was pink and the other one was blue.

I lowered my gun and walked past the guy I had just shot, with a smirk on my face. I was actually enjoying this a lot. Mabye it was the fact that it was set up? Or mabye I liked the rush of pulling the trigger on someone?

[...]

I smiled widely as Evan and I walked side by side, looking into every room. We had taken out about six guys. We were about 15 minutes into the round now.

The smile on my face appeared once I had shot my first victim and never once left my face.

We reached a room with the word 'Supplies' written in big block letters across the door. My curiosity got the best of me as I slowly opened the door and peaked inside. The room seemed empty. I walked further into the darkness, looking around.

There were shelves stuffed with paper towels, staplers, books and everything else an office may need.

I walked around the room, letting my hands run across the dusty shelves as I walked past them with slow, patient steps.

The sound of a shot being fired snapped me back to reality and made me run towards the door. Evan stood by the enterance of the door with a big green stain on his west.

He was looking at something a little while away, with an annoyed look on his face.

I quickly walked out of the room while pointing my gun towards where Evan was staring. I spotted a figure making me point the gun at him and pull the trigger.

He looked at me with an 'are you serious' look on his face as he turned around and started walking towards the front desk. Evan followed close behind him. The two seemed to get on pretty quickly as they walked down the hall, speaking loudly.

My eyes stayed on the two as they disappeared around a corner. The sound of someone pulling a trigger eccoed through the small hall and the sound of something moving past me with great speed filled my ears.

I looked at the object, seeing a paintball hit the wall in front of me. I quickly turned around to face its source. The boy from before stood a few feet away from me, looking at me with a smirk on his face.

It was the guy who tried hitting on me before we started the round. I lifted my gun at him while pulling the trigger. Nothing happened. I tried reloading and shooting again, but the outcome was the same.

Great, I'm out of ammo.

I threw my gun to the floor while raising my hands slightly to indicate surrender. He smirked at me while looking me up and down.

He spoke up, with a seductive voice.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna shoot you, sweetie"

I decided to ignore the pet name, and rather answer him neutrally.

"Why? Were on different teams"

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't have to mess up her perfect outfit with these useless balls of paint. You look perfect the way you are right now"

I cringed at his words, while looking away from him.

He took a few steps closer to me, making me feel uncomfortable.

"What's your name?"

"Y/n" I answered coldly.

"What a beautiful name. I'm Jun"

I smiled awkwardly while avoiding his gaze. Jun stepped closer to me, making me back up into the wall behind me. The wall stopped me from escaping him as he moved even closer to me.

He placed his hands on either side of my body, trapping me between him and the wall. His cold stare drilled into my skin, leaving me somewhat nauseous.

Jun lifted one of his hands to my face, caressing my cheek. I tried turning away, but that only resulted in him moving his touch down my neck, towards the west I was wearing. I grabbed him arm with both my hands as his fingers reached my clothes.

He looked at me, shocked. The expression on his face changed after a few seconds. He grabbed a hold of both my wrists in one quick motion, trapping me with my hands above my head. He leaned in towards my neck, whispering in my ear.

"I know you want me. Don't fight it"

My whole body cringed at his words. I felt like throwing up, only by touching him.

He pulled away, looking me in the eyes with an annoying smirk on his face. I tried to free my hands by tugging on them, but he was a lot stronger than me.

He spoke quietly as he slowly leaned closer to me, aiming his lips at mine.

"Feisty. I like it"

His face approached mine, as he looked me in the eyes. I tried pulling out of his grip once more while keeping my eyes on him. I tried looking down to avoid his lips. He spoke up, sounding irritated.

"Look at me."

I didn't obey him, resulting in him tightening his grip on my wrists. I squealed in pain as he stopped all blood from entering my hands.

I continued squealing for a second, before he softened his grip on me. He spoke up once more, sounding like he almost threatened me.

"I said LOOK AT ME"

I raised my dead, lookin him in the eys. He was glaring at me intensely. I still felt the pain from my wrists as it slowly faded away. My body froze as he approached me. I couldn't move one bit.

My sight disappeared as my mind stayed totally blanc. How did he manage to do this to me?

His lips touched mine, pulling me back into reality. I gathered all my strength and pushed him off me, using all my power.

He stumbled backwards for a few steps before looking up at me angrily. He walked over to me, raising his hand up into the air. His hand met my cheek as he slapped me. Hard.

My cheek started burning. A voice spoke over the speakers in the roof. Neither of us broke the eye contact as we listened to the announcement.

"Everybody come to the front desk. The time is up. Thanks"

Jun glared at me one last time before turning on his heels and walking away.

I raised my hand to my cheek, feeling a warm liquid touch my skin. I looked at my hands, seeing the dark red blood. His nails must be really sharp.

I sunk down to the floor as tears started leaving my eyes. I felt so relieved, yet so terrified. My heart beat a million miles per hour as I sobbed silently into my hands.

[...]

My crying died down after a couple of minutes. I stood up and started walking towards the front desk. My wrists were badly bruised and the cut on my cheek was surrounded by blood. My eyes looked red and angry.

Everybody seemed to be present when I arrived. I threw my old west off, placing a new one onto my body. I grabbed a gun, making sure to grab a refill of ammo as well.

Once I was finished I felt someone tap my shoulder. Seungmin spoke up from behind me, sounding happy.

"There you are. We won. You did so great, baby. I'm so proud of you."

I turned around, revealing my face. His expression turned into a serious one as  a took my face into his hands. He ran his toumb over my cut, looking at the blood.

His eyes met with mine, making him look worried.

"What happened?"

I didn't answer him.

I awerted my gaze down to the ground. If I said what Jun had done, Seungmin would most likely hurt him twice as bad as Jun hurt me.

Seungmin let go of my face as he reached out and grabbed my hands. I remembered the bruises on wrists, and therefore I tried to pull my hands away form his.

He wouldn't let them go. I looked up at him, seeing how he was studying my hands. He let go of one of my hands as he pulled the sleeve up one my other hand.

He gasped slightly as he saw the bruice. The purple mark was shaped like a hand, indicating that someone hurt me.

He looked up at me, looking rather furious.

"Y/n. Who did this. Tell me. Now"

Seungmin's words caught the others attention, making them all look at the two.

I looked up, seeing how everyone was staring at me. My eyes traveled across the group of people. I spotted Jun in the croud. He was smirking at me. I felt the anger build up inside of me. I hated him, but at the same time he scared the SHIT out of me. I glared at him for a while before turning back to Seungmin.

Seungmin was looking at Jun rather angrily. I pulled my hand out of his as I spoke up.

"I'm fine"

I pushed past the others, making my way towards the window where I sat before Seventeen arrived. I sighed heavily as I looked down to my wrists. Tears started building up in my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away.

'This is not over, Jun'