The eerie silence in the room was broken by shallow breathing and an occasional whimper. The room was dimly lit- the only light source being a flickering light bulb in the middle of the room. The concrete walls and ground were covered with barely noticeable splatters of blood. In result of that, the scent emitting from the room was metallic, musky and dusty.

In the middle of the room was a metal chair that was screwed to the ground to prevent the female, tied to it, from escaping. The female in the chair was named Chai Misun, she was one of the drug dealers in the famous gang 'Cypher'. The girl had chocolate brown curls that fell down to her waist in messy locks. She wore a white strap T-shirt and red pyjama shorts, indicating that she was taken in the middle of the night.

The soft sobs from the girl increased as the metal door in front of her creaked open and someone stepped inside. The blindfold around her eyes prevented her from seeing her captor and made her more aware of the footsteps coming her way.

She froze in her seat, shivering from the cold and crying softly as the footsteps stopped in front of her. The person bent down and hooked their fingers around her blindfold, making her flinch, before swiftly pulling it off. The light from the lightbulb above her, caused her to wince and shut her eyes.

"Shhh, it's okay, no one is going to hurt you." A soft voice whispered to her as a hand wiped away the tears rolling down her slim cheeks.

"Plea...please." Misun cried out, blinking her eyes open, only to be met with a handsome male crouching down in front of her. The Male was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen, everything about him was perfect and his wide shoulders were what made him stand out from the actors she had seen in K-dramas.

"Hello, sweetheart." Seokjin purred with a kind smile, placing his hand on top of her tied wrist, making sure to massage the sore skin, "No one is going to hurt you, I just have to ask you a few questions, okay?"

"Okay." Misun breathed out, still shivering from the cold but the kindness Jin showed her calmed her down.

Jin smiled at her again, making sure that her eyes were focusing only on him before he spoke, "Can you tell me where your leader is, sweetheart?"

Misun's breath hitched in her throat and her eyes watered again before she stuttered, "He's...he's leading the ga...gang."

"I heard he's in prison." Jin raised a brow, his expression growing darker, "Are you...lying?" Misun frantically shook her head but Jin ignored her and abruptly stood up, his back straightened and his expression hardened as he began to circle her, "I wanted to be nice to you, Misun, because it seems like life has been hard enough on you. Raising your little sister after your parents deaths must be hard, not really surprised that you resolved to selling drugs."

Minsun resumed crying and struggling against the ropes binding her to the chair. Jin tskd and stepped behind her, placing his hands on the back of her chair, "All I wanted was for you to answer my questions truthfully so that I could let you return back home to your little sister, Sooah, and your adorable little puppy, Kookie." Jin dug his hand inside his pocket and pulled out a picture of her little sister playing with a Pomeranian puppy. He reached his hand around her and showed her the picture, causing her to gaps and stop struggling.

"Who...are you?" She asked in horror, not seeing the smirk on Jin's face.

Seokjin pulled the picture away from her and placed his hands on the back of the chair before leaning down to whisper in her ear, "I don't want to ruin your beautiful face, Minsun, nor do I enjoy torturing women. But if that's what it takes to make you talk....so be it."

Minsun choked on a sob, shaking her head and looking down at her lap, making her hair fall into her face, "Please...please don't. I promise...I promise I'll tell you everything."

"Okay." Seokjin hummed with a feral grin, straightening back out and circling around her with slow, long strides, "Who's the leader of Cypher?"

"Su-"

"Why did Suga want to go to prison?" Jin cut her off, continuing to circle her like a predator, making it harder for her to concentrate on her answers and making her feel smaller.

"He didn-"

"Maybe he went there for a small vacation."

"No..no, he-"

"I'm sure he wouldn't be that stupid and selfish to leave his gang behind with no protection."

"He's not stupid!" Minsun shot back protectively, her glaring eyes trying to follow Seokjin as he walked around her.

"Leaving behind a gang without a leader is idiotic. What if someone attacks?"

"We're not alone!"

Seokjin's taunting laugh echoed throughout the room, leaving the girl fuming, "Doesn't look like it, your 'leader' can't even protect you from getting kidnapped."

"He can't protect everyone!"

"Suga's in prison, who's gonna come save you?"

"They...they-"

"No one. Because Suga is an idiot, who left you all alone without a leader to take care for you, isn't that right?"

"No..no! It's not!"

"Of course it is, silly girl. No one is coming to save you because the gang consists of selfish-"

"Shut up! That's not true!"

"-incompetent drug dealers."

"You don't know anything!"

"Maybe I should prove it to you by attacking your precious little gang."

Minsun gasped in horror before she shook her head and forced a smug smirk on her face, "You can try, you'll never outsmart him."

"Suga is in prison, he's already outsmarted." Seokjin shrugged with an arrogant smirk, only making Minsun more pissed off and determined to prove that she was right.

"Attack the gang! I want to see the look on your face when Namjoon predicts every move you make and deflects your weak attacks!" Minsun shouted in raw anger, her emotions getting the best of her.

Jin finally stopped circling her and stood in front of her with a look of fear on his face, "Nam...Namjoon?"

"I see you've heard of him." Minsun huffed out a mocking laugh, leaning back in her seat and blowing her hair out of her face, "Namjoon is the most intelligent man in the gang, that's who's leading Cypher right now and that's who you're going up against." Minsun scoffed into Jin's face, snickering as she eyed the fear and shock coating his handsome features, "See? Suga isn't stupid, he knows what he's doing, that's why he put Namjoon in charge."

The look of fear on Jin's face washed away, leaving behind nothing but a look of amusement and satisfaction. Jin's plump lips twitched up into a shark like grin and his expression darkened, and this time he was the smug one. He slowly approached a confused Minsun, who was questioning the sudden change in Seokjin.

Jin placed his hand on top of her tied up arms and bent down so that they would be face to face, "Silly, silly girl." Jin's blond locks fell into his face, casting shadows over his sharp features and making him appear more intimidating, "Maybe Suga is intelligent.....but you're not."

"What?" Minsun breathed out weakly, her eyes growing wide as Seokjin straightened back out and fixed his suit.

"Since you already told me his name, make it even easier for me and tell me his last name." A squeaky laugh bubbled up in Jin's throat as he turned around and began to walk towards the door.

"I- what! No, no! That's not...I...I lied! Please! I lied!" Minsun cried out after him, tears gathering in her eyes again as she desperately struggled against her ropes.

Seokjin ignored her shouts and left the room, the only thing on his mind being Namjoon.

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A veiny hand reached into the pocket of black joggers and pulled out a burner phone. The long fingers ran over the buttons on the phone, pressing on a few selected buttons before pressing the 'call' button. The person exhaled softly and ran a hand over their face as they pressed the phone against their ear and listened to the sound of ringing.

After a few seconds, the ringing stopped and someone picked up. There was silence on the other end of the phone before a snort rung through the air, "Yoongi?"

Yoongi, aka Suga, allowed his lips to stretch into a genuine smile as he heard the familiar voice. He plopped down on the single bed in his cell and stared at the bars in front of him, "I'm loosing my mind here, Joon." Yoongi complained, running a hand through his raven hair, "The shampoo doesn't have any scent and the bed sheets are making my skin itchy."

Another laugh rung through the air, making Yoongi smile wider, "This was your idea, you dramatic asshole. You know I can get you out whenever you want, just tell me when."

"Nah, I'll just endure it for a while longer." Yoongi murmured softly, falling back on his bed and looking up at the concrete ceiling in his cell.

Since Yoongi was the leader of Cypher, the biggest gang in Korea, no one wanted to risk him escaping this temporary prison, so they didn't give him a roommate. Yoongi's been in the prison for nearly a month and he's already over it, but he knew that in order for his plan to work, he'll have to endure it for a while longer.

"How long?" Kim Namjoon, Yoongi's second in command, asked more seriously. Namjoon and Yoongi have been friends since they were little- Namjoon's father practically adopted Yoongi and considered him his son after Yoongi's parents were killed by a rival gang. Namjoon's father was the original leader of Cypher, but Namjoon didn't want to lead, that's why the position was given to Yoongi. Namjoon had no problem with that because he was able to do something outside the gang, even if it was writing books.

"That depends. How are things going?" Yoongi asked, placing one hand behind his head, while the other held the phone to his ear.

"Everything's going according to your plan. Two more days and we'll be ready to bust you out." Yoongi hummed and shut his eyes, listening to Namjoon's soft breathing and his fingers tapping against a keyboard. After a few seconds of comfortable silence, Namjoon asked a question that made Yoongi tense, "Has Hoseok decided if he's coming or not?"

Yoongi sat up on the bed with a groan, running a hand over his face until he tangled it into his hair, "Ive been trying to convince him to come with me, but he's refusing! I don't understand what the fuck he wants from me! I literally offered him anything he wants and even when I asked him what it would take for him to come with us, he told me to fuck off and leave him alone."

Namjoon snorted into the phone and Yoongi could practically imagine the dimples in his cheeks pop out, "That's the most I've heard you speak. And if Hoseok doesn't come willingly, you could always use force."

Yoongi sighed and shut his eyes, placing his elbow on his knee and pressing his face into the palm of his hand, "No, that's the last thing I'd want to do to him."

"Why does he hate you anyway?" Namjoon asked through a hum, his voice sounding further away. Yoongi knew that Namjoon had put the phone on speaker since he needed both of his hands to work.

"I don't know, the only reason he's speaking to me if I want to play his stupid question game." Yoongi scoffed out, blinking his eyes open and looking up at the barred window next to his bed. The window displayed the starry night and the forest surrounding the prison.

"Then use the game and ask him." Yoongi could practically see Namjoon rolling his eyes at him, making him scoff and grumble, "You think I haven't asked him? He just says something cryptic and then tells me to fuck off."

Namjoon hummed quietly, followed by the sound of his fingers tapping against the keyboard before the noise completely stopped. Yoongi raised a brow, his eyes squinting as he listened to Namjoon's small breath of disbelief. The phone was suddenly grabbed and pushed back against Namjoon's ear.

"Some of our drug dealers have been going missing and no one knows where they are. Don't worry, I'll take care of this before we actually loose money. All you have to worry about are your scratchy sheets and scentless shampoo." Namjoon snickered into the phone, followed by the sound of a gun being cocked and a chair rolling across the room.

"Are you in my office?" Yoongi hissed, recognising the sound of his rolling chair sliding across his wooden floor. He had told Namjoon multiple times that no matter what happens, his office is off limits and he shouldn't go in there.

The noise immediately stopped before Namjoon released a nervous laugh, "I'll see you in two days, Yoon." Yoongi opened his mouth to curse Namjoon out, only for Namjoon to quickly speak again, "Oh, by the way, I found your peach flavoured lube."

"Fuc-" Yoongi was cut off by Namjoon ending the call. He groaned and threw the phone on his bed before falling back into the fluffy sheets. Okay, maybe the sheets weren't as good as they were in his home, but they weren't as bad as other prisoners had.

Yoongi hid the phone and slid underneath the large duvet. He snuggled into his pillow and shut his eyes, wondering how he'll convince Hoseok to come with him.

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"Go to the courtyard, I'll meet you there." Yoongi ordered the men surrounding him as he approached a specific cell. The door was covered with a yellow blanket, preventing him from seeing inside, yet the bars were pulled open.

Sehun, the Male who almost got into a fight with Jimin, furrowed his brows and opened his mouth to protest, only to fall silent after seeing the glare Yoongi sent him. With a small nod, Sehun followed Yoongi's orders and walked away.

Yoongi released a deep sigh and turned around to face the cell. He eyed the open bars before scoffing at himself and approaching the cell. Yoongi grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it open before slipping inside it.

"He- oh, it's you." Hoseok's smile dropped from his face after seeing Yoongi standing in his doorway. He rolled his eyes and looked down at the notebook in his lap, continuing to sketch as if Yoongi wasn't there.

Yoongi sighed and took a few cautious steps towards Hoseok, who was laying on the bottom bunk bed, "I'm leaving in two days, maybe you changed your mind."

"Are you fucking serious?" Hoseok scoffed out a laugh of disbelief, looking at Yoongi with so much hatred that it made Yoongi wince, "The answer is no."

"Just think about it! You know that you're one of the reasons why I'm even here, Hoseok!" Yoongi exclaimed, his nostrils flaring for a second.

"And you're the main reason why I'm here." Hoseok snarled in return, his pencil breaking after he pushed it too hard into the paper.

Yoongi's face softened after hearing that and he sighed, running a hand through his hair, "That's why I'm here. I want to make things better, I want to get you out of here."

Hoseok's face twisted into a grimace before he slammed his notebook shut and threw it on his bed, "Now?" He shook his head in disbelief, looking at Yoongi with tears in his eyes, "I...I've been here for two years, Yoongi. Two years I fucking waited for you to come get me out because you were the reason why I'm in here in the first place!" Hoseok pushed off of the bed and abruptly stood up, marching towards Yoongi who avoided eye contact with him, "I was...I was hoping for you to come every night. Do you even realise how it felt everyday to hope and be so confident that you'll come, only for me to fall asleep in the same cell? The same sheets? The same concrete walls?" Hoseok shook his head before straightening out and pushing Yoongi back, "Of course not, because while you were out there, enjoying life and doing whatever you wanted, I was sitting here and rotting away."

Yoongi shut his eyes and lowered his head. Hoseok's words weren't completely true, Yoongi had spent the past two years working and building his gang, instead of having fun, but everything else was the truth. He wasn't proud of what he did to Hoseok, that's why he wasn't able to tell Namjoon the truth about why Hoseok refused to come with him. Yoongi was ashamed of the choices he had made regarding Hoseok, that's one of the only things in life he actually wished he could go back in time and change.

"I know." Yoongi breathed out, guilt heavy in his words. He opened his eyes and looked up at Hoseok with shame, "I'm...I'm so sorry, Hobi. Please, let me make things better."

Hoseok stared down down at him with furrowed brows and parted lips. He eyed the look of guilt and remorse on Yoongi's face before breathing out quietly, "No." Yoongi looked shocked for a second before Hoseok's lips twitched up into a bitter smile and he stepped away, "You know...I remember trusting you so much that even after a year of you not coming, I told myself that I would still forgive you. And I would've... i would've ran after you like I used to, and that's exactly why I allowed you to dump me here in the first place."

"Hobi-" Yoongi shook his head, taking a step towards Hoseok, only for him to step back.

"I'm glad that you never came for me." Yoongi's eyes widened in surprise and he opened his mouth to say something, only for Hoseok to shush him, "Because if you did, I wouldn't have changed- I wouldn't have learned how to be independent and I sure as hell wouldn't have learned how to survive on my own." Hoseok muttered softly, grabbing the sleeves of his hoodie and rolling them back down, "That's why I can't come with you, Yoongi, I would much rather spend another year in this place than become the person I used to be."

"I liked the person you used to be." Yoongi whispered under his breath, staring at Hoseok with soft, sad eyes and a frown.

"But I like the person I am now." Hoseok stated firmly, walking over to his desk and grabbing a new pencil so that he could resume drawing after Yoongi leaves.

"Yoongi, you're not....I can't come with you. I want to start a new life, do something completely different, meet new people and build new relationships. I can't do that if I just go with you and resume my old life." Hoseok spoke softer than before, shutting his eyes and leaning against his desk with his back turned to Yoongi.

"I...I understand."

Hoseok's eyes snapped open and he straightened out, not actually expecting for Yoongi to give up. He released a breath of relief and turned around to face Yoongi with a grateful smile. Yoongi forced a smile back before quickly walking up to Hoseok and taking the pencil for him. He opened a new page in Hoseok's notebook and wrote down his and Namjoon's phone numbers.

"But if you reconsider, call one of us all we'll get you out of here." Yoongi mumbled through a pout, giving Hoseok back his pencil before turning around and fast walking out of his cell.