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"Why are you doing this?" A blonde haired man groans out, eyes dark and hollow. Bags heavy underneath his lower lashes, cheeks sucked in – he looked unhealthy, malnourished. Jaw sharpened to an edge, lips plump but chapped, cracking and red as if they had bled earlier on.

"Ah, you see it's complicated...very complicated," someone replies.

They step forward, feet clad in heavy boots, thudding against the concrete floor. He leans down, mask covering his face, wearing a large hooded coat to cover the top of his head. But those eyes, the blonde haired man doesn't miss the way those soulless eyes stare at him. Cold, deep and black.

Void of any emotion. Robotic.

You could get lost in them. But in the worst way possible. His eyes seemed to have the same depth as the Grand Canyon, and as he stared into them, he felt himself falling deeper and deeper into the cracks, feeling himself wither away like a wilted flower. Petals turning grey and crumpling into a nothingness.

The hooded man reaches forwards, "poor Jiminie," he spits out softly.

Jimin notices how the man is wearing leather gloves. He hooks his gloved hand beneath Jimin's jaw, "stuck here all alone and just because you're collateral damage. You're pathetic."

"That's not what you were saying when I was sucking your dick," Jimin mouths in a whisper. He leans in, "you can wear a mask and gloves all you want...but I know who you are, and the minute I get out...you're going down bitch," he whispers, eyeing the two men that stood in front of the basement doors, guarding it.

Chuckling, the hooded man says, "and what makes you think you have any chance at getting out. You can die here for all I care. You may suck dick pretty good but those frail arms aren't the best at fighting," he taunts, poking at Jimin's upper arm.

Jimin thrashes lightly, his tied arms refraining him from moving too much, "you prick," he screams, "you think I can't get out? I've been living this life for years – you think I don't know men like you?"

Groaning, the hooded man claps his gloved hand over Jimin's mouth, "don't get too mouthy darling – I don't want to grow sick of your lovely voice," he mocks. Jimin glares at him, with all the intensity he can muster from his tired eyes. "God you look rough," the man chuckles, removing his hand from Jimin's mouth.

"Fuck off. I've been here for months, seems like whatever plan you have is failing...isn't it?" Jimin asks, chest rising up and down, wheezy pants emitting from his chest as the fatigue from barely eating or drinking anything begins to kick in.

The man stands up, "it's taken a while..but it seems that I've gotten Taehyung on the path that I want him to be on...he will get what's coming to him..."

Jimin scoffs, "oh yeah? And you do it in the most cowardly way possible! Taehyung doesn't care about me! He never did..."

Jimin can't see it, but he knows the man is smirking beneath his mask, "you're still in love with that fucker...aren't you?" He asks, tone of voice suddenly interested. Jimin remains silent, looking away, to which the man bursts into a fit of maniacal laughter, eyes dangerous.

He crouches down again, index finger resting on Jimin's lower lip. Jimin turns his head to the side, trying to remove himself of the touch of the monster before him. The man grips Jimin's jaw, forcing him to look at him, "why?" He whispers.

Once more, Jimin remains silent. He's not answering this dick bag, even if he killed him for it.

"I could have given you everything you wanted Jimin," he says softly, placing his finger on his lower lip once more. Jimin tilts his head upwards, glaring at the man before him. The man eyes Jimin's lips, and then he pushes his gloved finger into the blonde's mouth, feeling his tongue.

Jimin flinches at the sharp taste of the leather, but nonetheless remains still as could be, idol.

When the man finally slips his finger out of Jimin's mouth, he finally whispers, "then let me go. You have no need for me here, I can't give you what you want," he tries his best to convince.

And for a second, he looks like he was considering it: letting Jimin go. Letting the blonde haired free to fix his own life. But that moment falters in his eyes as he stares down at Jimin. And Jimin's hope crushes, falling down on him as the man shakes his head, "nah," he replies.

Jimin feels his heart break.

He stands up, "you see there's a plan. Taehyung doesn't care about you...that's a fact. To him, you're just the bitch that got him addicted to drugs and then ruined his marriage," Jimin's eyes turn glossy at the man's words, "but to Jungkook however, you're, even though the homewrecker, still a friend,"

"And Jungkook wants to find you, and Taehyung wouldn't ever let his beloved do that all alone...he'd follow Jungkook to the ends of the earth. Whilst following him into my trap," he chuckles.

However, Jimin's eyes grow wide.

"Jungkook," he whispers, more to himself really. He looks up, "you can't get him involved. Please, just leave Jungkook out of this," Jimin cries, desperately begging the man in front of him.

The man chuckles, the sound deep in his chest. "To me, Jungkook is nothing. I don't care what happens to him but Taehyung does. Can't you see that? So I'm going to use that to my advantage."

Jimin can only watch with wide eyes as the man before him begins to walk towards to metal door. The two guards haul open the door, and step outside first.

The man walks forward, into the door way. He pauses for a moment, and Jimin watches with squinted eyes. He turns slightly to face Jimin, "eat your meals Jimin... after all, we're friends, aren't we?"

And with that, the metal door slams shut, leaving Jimin alone in the stone, cold basement.

Jimin sighs, "fuck me," he whispers to himself in the dark room, the only light source was a dingy little bulb, hanging from the grey, concrete ceiling. His arms were cramped from being tied in the position behind his back for hours on end, the only times he was allowed to be free was meal time and exercise.

He scoffs to himself.

His kidnapper may be evil as fuck but he sure as hell ain't letting Jimin die under his watch.

Jimin groans, twisting his hand slightly to grip the metal nail he had found, and felt relief wash through his body when he felt the pointed edge.

A few days ago, upon scrambling around the room, he had found a stray nail. Long and blunt, but it was enough. A plan began to formulate in his mind as he clasped it with both hands, and crawled back to the spot he always sat in.

It would take time to sharpen the nail once more, and he has already started to do so. Dragging it across the concrete ground multiple times a day four hours. His one fear wasn't dying, it was simply being stuck.

He feared one of the guards walking in and finding Jimin scraping it against the floor behind him. That's why he remained obedient...for the majority of the time.

He feels the rope tug against his arm, causing his skin to slightly burn and he hisses. "These motherfuckers," Jimin whispers, trying to stretch his fingers upwards to find the knot of the rope. He grins to himself when he does so, and tugs on it slightly, but it's to not avail, "they sure know how to tie a fucking knot," Jimin says, laughing to himself.

He remembered the last time he had tried to run away. They had tied his arms loosely, and Jimin was able to get out of it...it was unfortunate because Jimin had acted too confident and tried to take down four armed men – it did not work.

So this time round, he knew he had to attack them when they were least expecting it.

See, as tiny and petite as Jimin was, dumb to the eyes and all – he is fucking smart, and there's no doubt about it.

Living the life that he dragged himself into, he knew that the only was to survive was to be a fool to play a fool. And god, Jimin had played some motherfuckers.

He knew how these men worked. Sooner or later, they'd get bored and start to forget how to keep a hostage...well, a hostage. They'll make silly mistakes, like crack a smile, or stare a bit too long. They'll accidentally leave something behind, or fall asleep on duty. And Jimin was waiting for the first slip up.

From there on, it is fucking go time.

He knew that roughly, it would take him less than five minutes to take down the two guards that stayed in front of his door. He studied the way the acted, moved around. When they were together, and when their "boss" was around.

They are one hundred percent boning, Jimin thinks to himself before he shakes the thought out of his head. Not important.

Guard number one, he noted, was tall...no taller than 6'1. He knew, judging by the way he walked that his power was held in his legs – meaning, Jimin couldn't attack him first. Jimin's relatively shorter than guard number one, and knew that he would need more than a badly sharpened nail to take him down.

But guard number two on the other hand, was shorter, and more built on his upper body, which meant he was weak on his legs and knees. Talk about skipping leg day. Jimin had to wait for the day guard number two was on shift, and then he'd make his move.

The only thing that was fucking him up: he didn't know where exactly he was.

That meant, if he got out, what would he do first? Where would he run? How long would it take to be safe?

He couldn't go to the police, he was involved in some deeeeeep shit, and going to the police made you a rat. And Jimin ain't no rat.

He sighs, laying down on the cold floor, pulling at the knot of rope one last time as it becomes slightly undone. He sighs in bliss, and squeezes his hands out, doing his best to keep the knot done. He did this every night, and before morning came, he slid his hands back into the rope, tightening the knot to make it look like he hadn't untied it at all.

Rubbing his hands, he curls up into a ball, trying to gather up some worth onto his body.

He thought about Taehyung.

Taehyung was on option, but not an easy one at that. He sighs when he realises that there's no way he could possibly go running to Taehyung. The two shared much more than a past of cheating and broken marriages.

Jimin shivers, and wishes that he had some sort of a blanket. He was given clothes, a jumper and some sweats, but they were definitely not enough for sleeping on the cold, hard ground.

Before his eyes flutter close, Jimin feels at the nail. It's thick metal. It wasn't a small nail. It was a long, thick one, and Jimin didn't know where it came from, but he knew that those guards know better than to leave that lying around. But he didn't dwell too much on it.

Because this nail, and whoever made the mistake of leaving it there, gave Jimin a way out.

Jimin didn't believe in fairy tales. He didn't believe in a Prince Charming that would come and save him. He stopped believing in that bullshit years ago. And Jimin knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to do it by himself. Not by waiting for some prince to came save him.

—

A week passes by.

Jimin was in the same place that he was before. Waiting for the right moment, although it seemed not to come.

And Jimin swore he was dying.

His fingers were turning a pale blue, and he felt weak. Too weak.

He's slipping out of his sleep when he feels a hand stroke his cheek, his eyes flutter open, and his vision is blurry for a second or two before it comes into focus. "You look like the dead," again, he's wearing the mask, but this time, no gloves. Jimin tries to move away, flinch, or even shuffle, but he's too weak to do so.

For fucks sake.

Dying wasn't part of the fucking plan!

Jimin can only move his eyes, expression angry.

A chuckle, "I told you to eat your meals...now I have to look after your sorry ass and nurse you back to health," he strokes Jimin's cheek once more. And Jimin gets a good look at his hands. Nothing. No tattoos. Just clear skin, knuckles bruised and his veins slightly prominent.

You might be thinking, Jimin recognised this man? Sucked his dick, right? Wrong. Jimin's a stripper who hung around with the wrong crowd. He's slept with people who fucked him holding a gun in their right hand. Now, he wasn't going to question why a man wearing mask didn't want to take it off while he gave him a blowjob.

But he recognised that voice.

The minute he landed in that cell, he knew...he's seen that mans dick before.

Wild, he knows.

"F-fuck you," Jimin weakly lets out, voice dry and croaky, before he feels his vision go blurry one more time, his head lolling back onto the floor with a thud.

The man stands up, "get the nurse. And make sure he wakes up. I want him moved to another room. I can't have the inconvenience of him dying on me," he bores out, voice a little irked but covered up with a facade of uninterest.

Jimin doesn't know how long he's out.

But he wakes up to guard number one crouching down, with his finger on his lips, signalling Jimin to be quiet.

Motherfucker, I ain't even said nothing, Jimin wants to say, but decides against it. He nods, not having the energy to say anything snarky to the man.

"I have to be quick before Jae comes back...so listen carefully. I'm going to help you get out of here, okay? But you have to listen to my plan and follow my instructions carefully," he whispers. Jimin's eyes grow wide in confusion as he sits up, "help me? Why?"

"Let's just say, as much as I do bad shit. You're just an innocent pawn in this cat and mouse game boss is playing with Kim. And I have some morals."

Jimin scoffs, "if you knew me that you'd know I'm far from innocent."

Guard number one stands up, "then I'll let you repent for those sins in your own time but right now you really don't have time to chat with me, but you just have to listen," he urges, voice filling with a worry.

Jimin only nods, keeping his mouth shut tightly.

"Boss is having you moved today, he can't have you dying. It'll ruin whatever plan he has, and don't ask me because he doesn't tell soldiers with the role that I have. Listen Jimin, as much as you want to starve yourself to prove a point – don't."

Guard number one continues to speak, "when you escape you're going to have to fight...and right now your chest sounds like a rickety child's toy."

"Thanks," Jimin mumbles sarcastically.

"I know about the nail you've been hiding," at these words, Jimin's head snaps up, looking the guard in his eyes. "Don't act all surprised, who do you think put it here? And who do you think hides it better when you're sleeping? I mean it when I say I want to help you get out," the guard says, crouching down once more.

Jimin eyes him for a moment, "if you're lying to me...you will be the first person I stab with his disease ridden nail," he threatens, fingers reaching out to clasp the metal nail.

"Don't worry, I hate these people more than you hate them, and you're practically dying in this cell," he chuckles, standing up to his full height once more.

"So what do I do then?"

The guard turns, and hushes him. He walks over, and stick his head out of the doorway, looking right and then looking left. "I thought I heard someone," he whispers. He then walks back over to Jimin, "you're going to be moved to a better...more human room per say. And from there on you need to gain strength. Even though you don't want too, take whatever hospitality you're given from these men – you know yourself, that you're at their mercy. From then on, I'll let you know what the plan is," the guard explains quickly, walking over to the metal door, holding it as he begins to walk out.

"Wait! What's in it for you?" Jimin asks quickly in a rushed whisper. The guard looks at him and smiles, "we all have our enemies...and I think Taehyung and I might have a mutual one. So that means I need you to be safe."

"What the fuck?" Jimin whispers to himself, and then looks at the guard, "before you leave, what's your name?" He asks, even quicker than before, if that was even possible. The guard's smile turns into a smirk as he stares at Jimin, tall and slender, "they call me Lucas...I guess you can call me that too," he adds cheekily before leaving, slamming the metal door shut and bolting it.

Jimin stares at the door.

Seriously, what the fuck is going on?

—

Another week passes by.

A whole week, and he still hadn't been moved, or seen Lucas again since he left after giving Jimin heaps and bounds of hope. Another two more weeks and he would have been living in that cell for half a year.

It made Jimin think, someone definitely found out about what Lucas had done, killer him off and then decided to leave Jimin to die. What a fucking inconvenience, Jimin sighs to himself. He didn't have time for this...ironic, he knows.

He sits crouched down on his knees, this time round they had been kind enough to leave Jimin's hands untied, and he was grateful for it.

At the sound of the bolt unlocking, guard number two, who Jimin now recognised as Jae, walks in. "Get up," he says, voice deep and gruff. Fake. Jimin almost wants to laugh in his face. He didn't have to act all manly for the sake of it.

But Jimin obeys. He knew he had to listen, be a good little pup to finally get the taste of freedom. Even if Lucas is dead somewhere in a ditch, dismembered due to his disloyalty in the mafia, Jimin didn't care, he's still going through with his plan to escape.

He stands up, feeling the nail scratch down his back. Hiding a hiss, his hands remain limp by his side. Jimin's hiding spot for the nail was the waistband of his oddly tight sweatpants.

"Boss is moving you. Let's go," Jae says, words short and blunt like his body.

Jimin hides a grin.

The five months that he'd been living in that dingy little cell, he'd been really reflecting, getting in touch with his own humour – and he concludes that no one was funnier than him. Literally. Because he was trapped in a solitary confinement but that's besides the point.

Jimin walks behind Jae, and then the thought pops up in his mind, and before he can stop himself, he blurts, "so are you and that other guard boning?"

The guard pauses, and turns around to glare at Jimin, the two were roughly around the same height, "I'm sorry, but this isn't a hotel trip where you can talk to me. Keep that whore mouth of yours shut and just follow me," he snaps, before he turns around again and begins walking.

Jimin frowns at his back, "kinky, I like it," he mumbles to himself, suddenly feeling a hatred for Jae. If he could, he'd take that nail and stab it into the junction of his neck and watch him bleed out.

He doesn't know why he feels this way. Surely Jae was just an employee, he wasn't inflicting anything onto Jimin, he's just someone merely following orders. But then again, the person doing the action is way worse than the person that orders it.

That's because Jae has his own morals. He can consider being a good person, leaving the mafia or even helping Jimin in the slightest. But this world wasn't human. And Jae didn't have morals.

Maybe Jimin felt this way because he had tasted the first drop of kindness from Lucas and was hoping everyone is the same.

Jae stops walking in front of a door. This time, the door looked slightly better. Although still big in size, locks adorning the outside of it, and heavy. Jimin knew that this room would be slightly better than the last room that he had been staying in for the past five months.

"Get in," Jae says, heaving the door open with all of his strength. "Need some help with that," Jimin sasses from behind him.

He honestly don't know how he hasn't died from being shot already with the mouth on him.

When Jae finally pushes open the door, he abruptly grabs Jimin by the scruff of his neck, shoving him inside the room with such a force that Jimin topples over, falling onto the side. He feels the nail dig into his skin, and he feels relief at the fact that he didn't fall onto his back.

Jae walks forward, pulling his gun out from behind his back, putting it to Jimin's forehead, "you know...I don't know why boss keeps a whoring prostitute like you around...I personally think it would be better to see a bullet in your head but boss is weak. I, on the other hand, am not."

Jimin almost wants to scoff, judging by the way he struggled to open that door I'd say he's weak too but...we move on, Jimin thinks to himself, staring up at Jae with a cocked eyebrow, "you think a gun scares me?" He asks, eyeing the gun and then the guard before him. To and fro.

He shoves the gun more into Jimin's head, making the blonde man hiss slightly. That was so going to leave a bruise.

"I don't care what scares you, I just want to see you dead. Count yourself fucking lucky bitch, because the minute someone here wants you dead I'm going to carry out that order. My face is the last one you'll fucking see," and then he spits..quite literally, in Jimin's face.

Jimin flinches backwards, lifting his hands to wipe his face and he bursts out laughing, "now I get it. You aren't boning the other guard...you're boning your boss. And that's why you hate me. Sheesh, talk about obsessive boyfriends am I right?"

Jae stares at Jimin, "shut the fuck up."

"You can't handle the fact that your boss loves my ass more than yours can't you? Don't fret Jae," the name rolls off of Jimin's tongue perfectly, "I'll share my secrets... but hey, isn't having relations with work partners a little bit unprofessional?" He taunts, chuckling a little.

Jae chuckles a little bit, the sound bitter and fake. His eyes remain dark as he stares down at Jimin, "you, I never really liked you," he says before he raises the gun, smacking it down on the side of Jimin's head, the sound bouncing off of the walls.

The blonde's eyes go wide as he registers the pain, before his eyes flutter shut, head falling to the side body slumping.

Right before he falls, body shutting down, all Jimin can think is, I'm going to gut and stab that bitch out.

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LONG AUTHORS NOTE COMING! Beware!!!

a shorter chapter today but I really wanted the introduction of Jimin to have his own little chapter. Jimin's a badass in my opinion, in this book he's a loudmouth snappy baddie.

Anyways, I was really excited writing this chapter because it just thickens the plot and fucks shit up even more. I hope y'all are confused. :)

I was able to squeeze another chapter out of me so yayyyy. Next chapter will either come out on the 6th of may earliest (bite my tongue). I have my oral exam on the 28th soooo I can't update any sooner.

After that update on the sixth, I'll not update for a month until roughly around 1-7 of June, that will be when I update next becauseeeeeee.... YOU GUESSED IT! I have a month of exams.

And then regular updates will come from the 25th of June because you guessed it again, I have another month of exams!!!

Thanks so much for being patient with me everyone, if you're still confused about my schedule I'll post a clearer version of it on my message board. But I'm so happy to have been able to find the light I needed to write. The past two years have just been so difficult for me and I've been on the path of healing. Now I just need to finish my exams, and close the chapter of high school/ secondary school and open the next chapter of my life.

I love you all, and thanks so much for everything! I'll see you in about two weeks <3
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