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SHORT INTRO

He kicks a stone along as he walks, slumped posture, baggy eyes and heavy books weighing him down. The simple (or-not-so-simple) life of college student, which Jin could never find himself getting used to. He sighed, walking home from his late lecture, approaching his small, yet lovely apartment. He took great pride in his apartment, believing it reflected his personality and was truly a place of comfort for him. With that more positive attitude, he continue to walk across the pavement.

Rustling from an alleyway caught his attention. When he brought the apartment, his landlord was kind enough to inform him to stay away from that particular alleyway, saying it was the place of trouble. Jin generally has no intentions of going into an alleyway, but hearing the shuffling around did make him curious. Perhaps its just a cat or something. He dismissed the idea until he heard something else. A whimper. What if it's a human?! Without measuring out the possibilities like he usually does, he ran into the brick alleyway. A small white cat was sat on top of a bin, looking awfully lost and awfully scared. Jin wasn't heartless! He carefully picked up the frightened animal and started to rush out of the shady alleyway. Bang!

His reflexes were never good but at that moment his body came through for him. He threw himself to the floor, making sure to be gentle with the cat in his arms, and slid behind the dumpsters in attempt to hide himself.

"Taehyung, what the hell! Don't shoot randomly like that man! You'll draw attention!" A black haired boy hissed.

"Chill outttt, no one would be dumb enough to roam around here. The rumors were right, Bangtan's hideout is here, to be exact, through that door," A boy with brown hair grinned, who Jin was assuming was Taehyung, as he held a gun in his hand carelessly. As the footsteps went futher, Jin cautiously came out.

Bangtan!? As in the gang? They live near here? Jin hated having such dangerous information in his head, but was glad to be safe. He turned to run, but obviously luck wasn't on his side. He slipped over a wet leaf, letting out a loud yelp and a loud thud. Both of the males, who were both probably part of the Bangtan gang, whipped their heads around. Crap.

Jin scrambled to get up, the cat leaping out of his hands and running off to who-knows-where and Jin ran away as well. Taehyung and the black haired boy sprinted after him, cornering him against a wall.

"So he heard?" asked the black haired boy.

"No doubt of it, Jungkook", replied Taehyung.

"So what do we do?" asked Jungkook.

"Kill him?"

"Nah, or at least not now"

"Bring him back to base and let RM deal with him?"

"Sounds like a plan"

And before Jin could register or question anything about who this RM is, or to defend himself and say he didn't hear anything, the back of a gun was hit across his head. Blackness engulfed him in the moment as his eyes shut. 

"You what?" a mint haired boy growled.

"We brought him back, we didn't know what to do, Yoongi", Jungkook defended.

Jin started blinking fast, hoping it'd wake him up from the nightmare. Has he just been kidnapped? He tried to stand up before realising he was strapped to a chair. A rope was tied around his stomach, not too tightly, but enough from keeping him going anywhere, his legs were also tied but his arms remained free.

"W-where am I?" Jin asked carefully, trying to sound strong.

"Hell."

"Jungkook!"

"You're in Bangtan's hideout. One wrong move and it'll be the place of your death. Got it, pretty boy?"

"Yoongi!"

"Taehyung, he's right. Name?" Jungkook said.

"Jin...Kim Seokjin."

"Why are you asking him? Hoseok already opened up all his information." Yoongi stated looking bored.

"W-why am I...here? What do you want? I literally have nothing to offer." Jin stated calmly.

"Yeah we know. We opened up all your accounts. You really are worthless." the mint haired boy said.

Jin took a deep breath in and then out. He was trying to provoke Jin to make a 'wrong move'. Jin just needed to be calm and maybe things would be okay.

"Okay...so why am I here?"

"Listen we know you heard about the locations of our hideout-" the black haired boy started.

"N-no I didn't I was ju-" Jin was cut short from explaining himself when the black haired boy wrapped his hands around Jin's neck.

"Did I say you could speak?" Jungkook said.

"N-no", Jin managed to choke out.

"Anyways we hate liars. So try denying it again and it really will be hell." He said, releasing Jin's neck.

The three boys started to exit the dimly lit room.

"I swear I won't tell anyone!" he screamed.

"Do you want to be gagged?" Yoongi threatened. Jin slowly shook his head. And with that the three boys left.

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Jin had been in this room for a solid 10 minutes, trying to unknot the ropes that bound him to the chair. He had successfully undone one leg! Yes! He tried to do the second one and was so focused he didn't hear the door open from behind him. A large hand came over his eyes and pulled him back into the chair, stealing his vision.

"Trying to escape I see?" A deep voice mocked, removing the hand eventually.

The man was actually quite handsome. Jin would've been taken aback by such good looks, but the fact that this man was holding him back from freedom he couldn't find himself appreciating this looks. Blonde hair, tall, slim figure, defined features, dark eyes and strong gaze. Damn what a sight.

"What did you expect?" Jin didn't know where this confidence of his came from him, but he was ready to take fully advantage of it. The man didn't replied but only chuckled, bending down to tighten the legs.

Well, there's nothing to lose.

Jin took the opportunity to kick the blonde haired man with his free leg and immediately tried to undo the knot to the other. Luck really wasn't on his side, as the man recovered quickly from the blow and just as Jin had gotten up and began to run, a hand gripped his ankle and yanked him down. Dammit. The blonde took this opportunity of Jin's pain to crawl on top of the brunette to block him from moving. Great, Jin thought. He was now trapped. The man was now basically straddling Jin, holding both his wrists above his head to prevent any movements. They stayed like that for a good two minutes, regaining their breath and Jin regretting what he had done and dreading the consequences.

With no warning, the blonde took both of Jin's slim, delicate wrists into one hand and slapped the brunette's pale face. He was the leader here and he couldn't let the brunette treat him however he wants without being punished for trying to attack him. He deserved the respect. He regretted slapping him as the brunette was borderline crying, tears welling up in his eyes and the blonde could see how hard he was resisting them.

Whatever! He should've thought before he kicked the leader of the ruling gang in the underworld of South Korea. He should be grateful he's not dead. Even with those thoughts, he felt a pang in his heart watching the other crumbling apart.

The pair stood up onto their feet.

 "Listen...Jin. Don't try that shit with me again, I will not hesitate to kill you." Jin gulped at the harsh words. "Do you understand?" Jin nodded. Namjoon didn't seem satisfied with that and harshly grabbed Jin's jaw "I said do you fucking understand?!"

"Y-yes..." Jin replied meekly, hating how weak he was in the moment. Namjoon let go of his jaw and seemingly recomposed himself.

"Eh hem, I'm Namjoon, or Rap Monster, leader of Bangtan. You'll be staying with us until I decide on your fate. For now just stay on my good side and do as I say, as I said before I will not hesitate to kill you, Seokjin."

'How the heck do you reply to that? ' Jin thought.

"I wasn't aware that you're God..." Jin mumbled in reply, the words slipping out his mouth before he could think. This Namjoon guy is deciding on his fate? Who is he, God? Jin has done nothing wrong! It's Namjoon's fault for letting him men go out so carelessly. Who speaks about their top secret hideout in public?!

"What did you fucking say?" Namjoon said pulling out a knife, which Jin hoped was just to threaten him.

"N-nothing..."

"We don't tolerate liars here. Tell me what you fucking said."

"I just w-wasn't aware that you're apparently God...deciding on my fate." Jin mumbled trying to be clear but at the same time trying to make it sound confusing. Namjoon sadly understood everything perfectly. Namjoon chuckled.

"Nah I'm not God." He said "God isn't real, I'm 100% here and 100% merciless and 100% more powerful" Jin almost choked at the reply. "Come let's go upstairs, this basement is usually where Yoongi tortures the traitors", another statement that made Jin almost choke.

He followed the gang leader upstairs, to a lounge like room. It was very modern and very quite large. How many members were in this gang? So far he knew of the Leader, Yoongi the mint haired one, Taehyung the brown haired one and Jungkook the raven black haired one. Anymore? The red and white theme of the room really was beautiful.

"Sit." He commanded shortly, Jin complied, seating himself on.

A silence past by, Namjoon observing as Jin got uncomfortable under his heavy stare. Jin really is cute and really did look frightened. Better keep it that way.

"Um Namjoon s-sir or um h-hyung w-" Jin was cut of shortly.

"Namjoo, just Namjoon. I should be the one calling you hyung, except I have no respect for you so don't expect that anytime soon." Namjoon mocked. Damn this guy was meannn, thought Jin. Well he was a GANG LEADER so why was Jin surprised.

"Uhh, right w-well I was just gonna ask if you've decided on my...fate?" Jin asked carefully.

"Oh yes", Namjoon replied taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well...?"

"I'll be keeping you." Namjoon replied nonchalantly. Jin spat out the water that he was drinking.

"W-wait, w-what no no no."

"Yes, you're mine pretty boy", Namjoon grinned "I'll let the mess you made pass this time, but cause shit like this again and there will be punishments."

Jin was hyperventilating. He isn't anybody's. No! He doesn't want to be kept.

"Please let me go..." Jin had no idea what to say so blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. He knows it wouldn't be convincing enough but he still had to try.

"No can do. You were at the wrong place at the wrong time, now you pay the price..." Namjoon replied dismissively.

"I-It's not my fault! Your men were so careless it could've been anybody who heard! I won't tell anymore please..."  Jin sighed

"Never. Ever. Ever. Offend my men, in any way, shape, or form. I don't care how pretty you are or how plump your lips are I will again, not hesitate to kill you." Jin gulped, "Do you fucking understand?"

"Y-yes", Jin said, bowing his head, "I'm sorry..." 

"Jimin! We have a visitor" the leader shouted. 

Jin would be lying if he said he wasn't scared of who may come down those stairs. To his surprise it was a boy with soft orange hair, a soft face, small eyes and was fairly short compared to everyone else, but made up for it with his muscles. So this was Jimin. 

"Show him around", Namjoon commanded.

"Aish why do i gotta deal with the new ones?" Jimin said, crossing his arms. Namjoon's eyes narrowed and the orange haired boy rushed towards Jin, pulling him up, "I'm going, I'm going!" and with that, two left the room, leaving the leader alone

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"So you must've screwed up pretty badly to end up being associated with Bangtan, huh?" Jimin said walking up the stairs ready to give Jin a tour. 

"Yeah..." Jin mumbled.

"Listen, I'm not Namjoon, I won't hurt you. If you want to survive here your gonna have to open up. So how did you exactly end up here?" Jimin said, slightly annoyed. 

"I heard about the location of the gang base yesterday. It's all going down hill from there. Apparently I belong to your leader , N-namjoon..." Jin replied. 

"Could've been worse. Could've become Yoongi's knife tester. Could've become Jungkook's punch bag. Consider your self lucky..." Jimin warned. This Yoongi guy seemed kinda crazy.

"This...this yoongi guy. Seems kinda crazy", Jin stated, not really thinking.

"Yeah...He's my boyfriend", Jimin laughed.

"O-oh! S-sorry I had no idea!" Jin panicked. 

"It's fine, come on we should start getting ready for dinner." 

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After giving Jin a tour of the large and main gang base, Jimin took the brunette to the dining room. It also had a red and white theme but had a rustic look that Jin couldn't help but admire. He had always loved designing and truly understood the vision of whoever designed the place and found himself appreciating it deeply. It reminded him of home...home! Nobody knew where he was or how he was? Would they find him? Considering the police are unable to catch even the scent of the gang he doesn't have high hopes. But still tries to keep himself somewhat hopeful to survive this. 

Jimin and Jungkook share a large room, with a deep blue theme, that was calming yet caught your attention at the same time. Kind of like jimin to be honest. Hoseok and Taehyung shared a larger room than the other two, decorated brightly and sweetly. Shades of green was the base of the room, but so much colour was used that it felt so welcoming. Kind of like Hoseok and Taehyung. Yoongi had his own room, but Jimin wasn't able to show Jin the room for unknown reasons and then there was Namjoon's room which was the largest, covered in red and occasional gold. It probably costed more than Jin's entire apartment. 

Jin was freaking out. He didn't want to eat with the others, they're all quite scary. After all they are a gang, can you blame Jin for being scared? But nonetheless he walked into the dining room and was greeted by the others. Yoongi was sitting at the seat next to the head of the table, Hoseok was next to Yoongi and Taehyung was next to Hoseok. In front of Taehyung was jungkook next jungkook was jimin and next to him was Jin. He assumed Namjoon would sit at the head of the table next to him. Great! Just great. 

"So, Jin, right?" Hoseok asked him with a genuine smile, "I'm hoseok, usually a tech wiz but extremely handy with a knife." 

"Oh um...cool." Jin replied awkwardly. 

"You already know me, Jungkook and Yoongi," Taehyung offered brightly as a new conversation starter. 

"Uh.., yeah.", Jin said, trying to make it clear he didn't want to talk. 

They soon got the message and stopped trying to force Jin into a conversation. At first Jin thought they'd be speaking about top secret things and was listening intently, but eventually he realised they're just talking like normal people. This still didn't make Jin want to join the comversation. 

Minutes later, the blonde leader sauntered in. As soon as he sat down everyone started eating, the food smelt absolutely delicious and was just that! Jin couldn't find himself enjoying it fully as the state of a certain leader kept hitting him. Two can play at that game. No matter how awkward it was Jin stared the leader right back in the eyes, trying to make his expression seem as bored and careless as ever, thought inside he was dying.

'His eyes told a different story to what he was trying to show' thought Namjoon, who eventually gave up and tucked into his own food. Jin quickly did the same, breaking whatever was going on there and feeling slightly proud for making Namjoon give up. 

"So when are we killing him?" 

"Yoongi!" 

"What it's a genuine question", Yoongi stated, staring holes into Jin, " Namjoon'll just fuck him a couple of times and then we kill him, right? So can I do the honours?" 

Jin choked on the vegetable he was eating and ran out the room to the bathroom. 

"Give me a second, please", he was whispering it to jimin but was partly also saying it to Namjoon. 

He sprinted to the modern bathroom, locking the door and panting. Oh my god. So he was just gonna be raped by this Namjoon guy and then inevitably die?! Oh god! This is not what he wanted from life. At all. No one wants this from life and no one deserves this. 

Now what? Should he try and commit suicide, right here, right now? Or would he regret it and should just keep pulling through and escape? They all seem to lead to a common end. Death. Everyone's number one fear and number one saviour...

Jin doesn't know why or how but he ended up walking back to the dining table and honestly registered what he was doing after he had pulled out his chair. Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok had left the room and the other four went to the living room. 

"Pretty traumatised, huh", Taehyung said to Jin. 

"Yeah...not everyday you get told you're going to be a sex toy for some gang leader and then killed..." Jin stated, realising how the sentence was actually incredibly depressing. 

"No one deserves this why don't we ask Na-" jimin, sweet jimin, was cut off by jungkook, harsh jungkook.

"Jimin stay in your place. Why does he know more than you?!" Jungkook said, annoyed, "I'm glad you catch on quick, Jin." 

"Just stay on everyone's good side. So far your doing okay, but not too great so don't screw anything up or else," Taehyung drew his finger across his neck as if to say 'We'll kill you' - Jin had already gotten enough reminders of that from Namjoon! 

"Look at the time! We should probably head up", Taehyung offered, standing up and stretching. 

"Where will I be sleeping...?" Jin asked. 

Jimin giggled, his eyes disappearing. 

"With Namjoon of course!" He said, still giggling. 

What no! No, no, no!

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After being informed that he was going to have to sleep in the same bed as the leader, Jin needed to think. And fast because by the looks of it everyone was heading up to sleep, except Yoongi and Jungkook who were heading out into the night to handle some business. Jin was freaking out and racking his mind for an idea of escape. 

When he couldn't think of anything as a Plan A he resorted to Plan B. The most basic and dumbest thing, but hey, he was willing to try. 

Jin slipped out of the room and sprinted to the bathroom, which he'd already been in for similar reasons during dinner but this time it was much more serious. He didn't want to sleep with the leader. He was scary and might rape him and what defense will Jin have against him?! He's taller, stronger and not to mention he's the gang leader, meaning he's equipped with guns, knives. Jin never wanted to be associated with this type of stuff and really wants to escape. 

"Listen Jin, hiding in the bathroom wasn't your smartest idea. Just come out, we won't hurt you", Jimin said, knocking at the door, after Jin had been in there for suspiciously long. 

"I'm counting down until five. After that I'm calling Namjoon...got it pretty boy? Like Jimin said no one will hurt you", Taehyung said in an impatient tone. 

Jin was always very balanced, he always listed pros and cons, took all decisions with estimates of outcomes and possibilities. His brain wasn't working right now, so he had to go with instinct. 

"Go away!" Jin shouted in a pained voice. Goddammit why did I say that? Should've just stayed quiet. 

Jin had no idea what to do so the brunette just stayed quiet from then onwards. 

"5..."

"4..."

"3..."

"Come on Jin...just come out!" Jimin interrupted Taehyung, sounding slightly worried. Jin appreciated Jimin's worrying over him and his safety (kinda or well in this situation anyways) but jimin needed to understand his perspective and the fact that Jin needed to take any chance he could. 

"2..."

"1..." Taehyung sighed. Jimin knocked at the door again. 

"Leave it Jimin, go get Namjoon", Taehyung said to Jimin. The sound of light footsteps got further away as Jimin ran up the stairs to get Namjoon from his office or bedroom or wherever he was. 

"Jin is refusing to come out the bathroom..." Jimin informed the leader. 

"Little piece of shit, keeps causing trouble, honestly", Namjoon said, running a hand through his hair as he got up and pushed Jimin out of his way. 

Jin could hear the footsteps approaching. He drew his knees to his chest and sat next to the sink, the cold tiles making his bottom and back feel cold but he couldn't bring himself to care. 

He sobbed. All his miseries flooded. It'd be a miracle if he didn't drown in his own tears as that was the level of crying he was at. Jimin heard the other's loud sobbing and felt sorry for the other, Taehyung did too and bowed his head as if saying sorry to Jin, even though Jin was behind the door. 

"Jin, I swear to god if you don't open this damn door right now...!" Namjoon threatened, knocking at the door with impatience and force.

No words came apart from Jin's loud sobs, pouring his heart out in the salty tears that rested on his cheeks.

"Break it Taehyung", Namjoon commanded. 

"But the repairs woul-" Jimin interrupted, receiving a glare from Namjoon. What a lame excuse that Jimin had came up with. Repairs? The gang was floating in money, they had none of that kind of worries.

"Break it Taehyung, now!" Namjoon repeated. 

Taehyung didn't hesitate and kicked the door down, really showing off his clean cut martial art skills. The sight behind the door was truly horrific and heart wavering. There Jin was, backed away in the corner, looking as if he was a dandelion and the slightest bit of wind could blow him away. He looked so fragile, so worn out and as if he'd been crying for hours non stop (which wasn't far from the truth). 

All three gang members pitied Jin, but Namjoon's pity seemed to disappear. Taehyung and Jimin stood frozen, glued to their spots staring at Jin, feeling like horrible, horrible people. 

Namjoom strided forward, gripping Jin's elbows and pulling him up. Jin stumbled forward, having gotten used to the cold tiles and the feel of them, suddenly feeling extremely exposed to the air. The two younger boys watched with open mouths and glossy eyes and their leader yanked their weak hostage up the stairs and probably to his room. 

Jin kept his head bowed, unable to generate any power in his body to allow him to raise it up. He'd loss control of all his limbs and could only feel an intense sadness and slight dissapointment in himself. Namjoon was right; he'd been at the wrong place at the wrong time and now he was paying for it.

The brunette allowed Namjoon to lead him to his bed, sitting him down rather roughly on the foot of the expensive mattress. 

"What's wrong with you? I told you to stay on my good side!" Namjoon barked in Jin's face. Jin just took in what Namjoon had said, millions of replies and comebacks forming in his head yet none that he was brace enougfh to voice, not like he could anyways, his body was useless at the moment. 

Namjoom grabbed the brunette jaw, forcing him to look up and meet the blondes eyes. 

"Answer me!" Namjoon shouted. He was acting like a five year old who wasn't getting his way. Jin stayed silent, not actually able to say anything. He didn't show any movement and left his body limp. The only thing keeping his eyes locked with namjoon's was the hand that currently held up his jaw rather tightly. Jin let his eyes unlock from namjoon's gaze, and looked down at the floor. 

"If you don't say something right now, Jin..." Namjoon threatened him for the thousandth time that day. Honestly what will this guy do? He's threatened Jin so much and usually Jin would've given in and said something by now, but he just couldn't find himself to care. 

He was lost in thought that he didn't fully register a hand collideding with his face until the pain sunk in. Namjoon had slapped him across the face and very painfully. Slaps are generally not excruciatingly painful but just the fact that someone slapped your face that's infuriating. Jin held up his hand to his cheek, still not showing a reaction, but was actually in pain from it. 

Namjoon drew his hand back and slapped Jin hard across the other cheek. This time it really was hard. Jin was dying inside, wondering if he's soul was trying to abonden his body to escape the pain he was experiencing. Namjoon countinued on the slaps on his face, the blonde getting more and more frustrated with the bruised brunette. 

Finally, Jin let out a tiny ouch. It wasn't really victory for Namjoon, considering he was the one panting and looking like a mess, towering over Jin with an intense stare. Whereas Jin was sat acting as if he didn't care, even though both males in the room knew it was an act. Namjoon continued and only stopped when Jin coughed. 

Coughed blood that is. 

'Great I'm gonna die. At least I'll escape this bastard", Jin thought to himself. 

"And you said..." Jin started, surprising Namjoon with his voice (finally), "you always say you hate liars. Your men lied. They told me I wouldn't get hurt, look at me now..." jin started, tears blurring his vision as he looked down to his blood covered hands. 

Ouch that one hurt Namjoon's pride, not to mention he felt horrible. Jin was coughing blood! And not soon after blacked out to which Namjoon called their private doctor. Honestly he couldn't have screwed up more and now Jin hates him. If he was Jin, he'd despise the blonde too, so who can really blame him? 

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Hoseok had called a doctor over for Jin's recovery.

"What the hell were you thinking, Namjoon?!" Taehyung said angrily, after the news about Jin had reached in.

"We know he can't take much pain! Why would you do that..." Jinin finished looking of rather sad.

To be honest, Namjoon didn't know why he did it but he sure as hell feels bad. The guilt was crushing him and he deserves it, he deserves to become crumbs, to become dust, under the guilt that was currently over him.

And not to mention regret. Something we all suffer for various reasons. Namjoon, like all humans, regrets a lot in life. Letting go of his career in rapping...letting go of his IQ of 148...letting go of his chance at a life that wasn't based around death and violence...but that was besides the point!

The point is he regrets inflicting pain on the elder. He'd already done enough by kidnapping him and will probably end up killing him...but he wasn't completely heartless and couldn't help but feel guilty under the 95 line's anger towards him.

Jin looked like an angel.

One - obvious reasons, he was beautiful.

Two - he looked like he was balancing between life and death.

His skin was paler than usual, eyes shut closed ever so delicately, wearing a peaceful expression, yet so much pain was present as the ugly scars left by Namjoon remained. Namjoon walked towards the bed, sitting on the side and caressing Jin's cheek.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered.

The moment was intimate to Namjoon, though not to Jin as he wasn't awake to see it. Namjoon hoped the other would be okay.

"Finally up, huh sleeping beauty?" Namjoon mocked the older lightly as he awoke after having a restful 2 days of closed eyes.

"W-what day is it?"

"Tuesday."

"Two days?! I've been out for t-two days?!"

"Yup." Namjoon replied, strolling up to Jin.

"S-stay away from m-me!" Jin said with a shaky voice. Namjoon, suddenly feeling powerful, continued his stroll.

"I'm not joking, stay away...!" Jin said, trying to sound threatening but it came out so weak and adorable.

"Stop me then, sleeping beauty?"

"Okay...w-whatever. Just please don't hurt me..." Jin whispered. Once again Namjoon felt bad. What was it about his guy that made him feel so sympathetic?! He needed to get a grip on himself he was a gang boss after all he can't have weaknesses.

"Why did you guys get me a doctor...if you want me to die anyways?" Jin whispered in question.

"I haven't had any fun with you, yet", Namjoon replied. Jin gulped.

"So the doctor said have one of these everyday before bed", Namjoon said, handing Jin and orange bottle,"and don't worry, no fun until next week, I'll give you some recovery time."

'At least the guy isn't completely heartless.' Thought Jin.

He was still annoyed with the gang leader for causing him so much physical pain, but was too weak to show it in the moment. Not to mention he was still a hostage and was dreading everyday towards next week, meaning a day closer to having 'fun' which of course Jin wanted none of.

He needed to escape.

But for now his tummy was rumbling and he had priorities, so he headed down with Namjoon to the table, trailing behind the other and then sitting down at the same seat as everyone. He nibbled on his food, ignore everyone and everything and keeping his eyes down. He can feel Yoongi's stare on him and Namjoon's at times as well.

"How're you doing, Jin?" Taehyung asked from the other end of the table.

"Not to great...thanks for asking." He replied quietly and looked down. Now he could feel everyone's eyes on him.

Luckily it didn't last long and Hoseok scooped up the conversation and brought it back to life, whether he was doing it for Jin or whether it was generally something he did, Jin was grateful. The brunette got up to put his plate away and walked up to the kitchen sink. Jin suddenly fell, slipping on a pile of water that was left carelessly on the tiles, to the ground and was expecting a thud, but was greeted by warm hands holding him up. It was Namjoon and considering Jin's condition, if he lets go, Jin could possibly die.

Jin tried to stand up but is pulled back by the blonde.

"Will you stay out of trouble for one second?" Namjoon whispered in his ear.

Now was the awkward time before bed and after dinner when Yoongi and Jungkook left, Namjoon doing work who knows where, Hoseok practicing who knows what, leaving Taehyung, Jimin and Jin in the living room. So in actual fact it wasn't awkward. Just not very nice for Jin, knowing he'd have to sleep with him after. He said no fun till a week but who knows, he's a gang boss, he might not stick to his words.

But until then he'd try and call himself down.

Maybe he could try and hide in the...no!

He knows how that ended up last time, he winced at the mere thought of the pain he had to endure in those moments and decided against it.

Taehyung had such a bright personality, he found it impossible for him to be associated with the gang world! It's shocking and eye opening to Jin to know that people really aren't how ty come across. It's quite scary actually.

Jimin has always been sweet and there's something off about him. He doesn't seem like he wants to be part of this gang, as if he wants to change something. Maybe he regrets joining or is perhaps afraid to leave because he carries too much information? I mean Jin not heard about the gang location and look where he's at now, so it made sense that want it or not, Jimin stayed in the gang.

The three played video games, suggested by Taehyung and Jin found himself enjoying the company. They were both fun to laugh with and Jin was really great at Mario kart so this was easy for him. He could honestly say he was having a good time and genuinely laughing.

Happiness?

Is that you?

Crushed.

Jimin yawned, Taehyung catching onto the contagiousness.

"Maybe we should head up?" Taehyung suggested and this felt so weird, re living this again. Taehyung grabbed Jin's wrist very roughly and very tightly.

"Sorry. Gotta take precautions in case you try to run again..." jimin said to calm down Jin. Jin just nodded as the others led him up the stairs to Namjoon's room.

Escape?

He doesn't think so.

Try to anyways?

Nope, he doesn't want to take a risk.

So here he was, trailing up the beautiful staircase, feet dragging his body upwards when all Jin wanted to was fall to the floor.

Maybe he could?

He was a great actor but he couldn't feel himself to have to power to put on such a scene. His thoughts were cut short as they arrived outside the room and Jimin raised his hand to knock on the door.

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His thoughts were cut short as they arrived outside the room and Jimin raised his hand to knock on the door.

Shortly after a 'Come in' came as a reply and of course they did just that.

When Jimin was giving Jin a tour a couple of days ago (before Jin had fallen for two days) Jin had peaked into the leader's room. It really was beautiful and he was reminded of that as he walked in. The gold contrasting with the red was absolutely perfect. But not in a tacky way where there was gold splattered everywhere in an attempt to create a regall room. No. Everything had been placed so precisely and so perfectly, just like all the other rooms of the house (or mansion/gangbase). But this room in particular was stunning and Jin felt himself able to appreciate, unlike some people who don't have the same sensitive artistic taste as Jin, but the maker of this room certaintly did. Jin had always been fond of interior design, but didn't take it up as he thought it required too much effort perhaps?

Regret...

But anyways, that's all besides the point!

The leader was sat at his desk, which contrasting to the fancy room, was a light rustic brown. On top of that was a his expensive computer and notebooks as well as files, labelled scary things like: Death list, trades, weaponary, deals, keepers, profiles etc. These triggered a reminder for Jin at his own files at home which consisted of: video games to try out, recipies, recipies to try, highscores to beat, lots of work files, birthday invitations list...

His birthday!

What about the party he'd planned?! He'd already invited people. Were his friends worried? His parents? The police? Don't the only look for like 48 hours before declaring someone missing? Oh no! So he's dead to the world? His friends can't give up...or his family. He eventually decides to dismiss those thoughts, as as of right now there's literally nothing he can do to escape...

Rather than being stressed about something have no control over let it happen. It'll flow by, just let it go. And that's what he'll do. Maybe not the best advice, but it's all he's got to go off of so that's what he'll have to do.

Jin's quick thoughts were stopped as he heard the door close. Jimin had left him as well as Taehyung. So now it was just him and Namjoon in the bedroom, the blonde still looking down at his desk, finishing off his sentence that he was currently writing. Jin awkwardly fidgeting between his delicate fingers for a while as he stood there, unsure of what to actually do at that point. Eventually Namjoon looked up and let out a small smile one.

Not a creepy one. Not a seductive one. Not an evil one. Just a small smile. As if to say I'm glad your okay. But Jin always tended to look to deep into things so he let the thought out of his mind as it would be a waste to be so caught up on it.

The blonde gestured for him to sit on the foot of the bed and Jin did just that, whilst Namjoon closed some tabs on the computer as well as closed p his notebooks and put everything back into the right place. Despite doing that, his desk was a mess. The stuff he put away was gang buisness. These other papers though looked like...lyrics?

Wow nice. Anywayyyys...

As Namjoon sat down on his chair which had those classic wheels at the bottom, he rolled over to the bed which wasn't far at all. How can someone look cool and intimidating doing such a childish action that would usually make Jin cringe. But the way Namjoon did it with full authority made Jin gulp down his fear and bite down his weakness to avoid crumbling on the spot.

"Have you taken the medicine?" Namjoon asked quite genuinely. Jin nodded as he avoided Namjoon's eyes.

"Hey, look at me." Namjoon said softly. Jin couldn't bring himself to as he din't want to lock eyes with the leader, to tired for any of this.

"I said look at me." He repeated, not angrily, but not exactly nicely either. When Jin still didn't comply for any real reason, he gripped Jin's jaw and pulled him to lock eyes. He felt like raising his hand and slapping Jin for not listening to him! Why did Jin constantly rebel from South Korea's biggest gang leader? He needed to be taught another lesson. Jin seemed to easily readed Namjoon's anger and suddenly flinched, probably at the thought of the last time he'd been beat up so badly.

"Listen, Jin. I won't hurt you...as long as you listen to me!" Namjoon said, "do you agree?" Namjoon asked but not exactly a question and they both knew there was one answer.

"Y-yes..." Jin replied, softly.

"Come let's sleep." Namjoon said, walking to his side of the king sized bed. Jin nodded and slipped into the bed sheets.

"I'll get Jimin to order some pyjamas for you." Namjoon offered.

"Thank you..." Jin replied.

Despite the lights being off, Jin could feel Namjoon's grin at the fact that Jin was actually replying! But all Jin could think about is how much he wanted to go home. He wasn't being horribly tortured here,or anything, but he just didn't deserve this.

Jin had whispered something just as he was about to sleep.

"What did you say?" Namjoon asked, voice quieter than usual.

"Oh, n-nothing." Jin replied shortly.

"No tell me." Namjoon said clearly saying that he wants an answer and no answer leads to consequences and Jin doesn't want to face the consequences, "and don't lie."

"I was just wishing my family goodnight to wherever they are...it's an old habit." Jin whispered as he looked out into the darkness and then allowed his eyes to shut.

"Ohh..." Namjoon replied, his heart warming up at the reply but breaking after feeling really bad. He felt like a bastard. Jin was too sweet to deserve this. He deserves the world. Actually no, the world is a horrible place. Jin deserves something better than that. Despite being beaten by Namjoon, he remained more or less calm. That could be because of the fact he's a hostage and he knows Namjoon has the power to harm him at any given moment. Jin was adorable. Seriously, he was 24, according to Hoseok, and was whispering goodnight to his family, despite them not being there. What a hero that needs to be protect from evil. Namjoon frowned as he realised he was the evil...

Namjoon didn't try to maintain a distance from the brunette, who was obviously jumpy at the close proximity, but that just made Namjoon grin. Jin tried to sleep at the very edge of the bed, if he moved literally half a meter, he would fall off the bed. Namjoon on the other hand was sleeping on the edge of his own pillow and almost on Jin's at this point. 'Thank God for king sized beds' thought Jin.

The tables had turned half way through the night.

Jin was an extremely messy sleeper, he was all over the place. Who could blame him? His mind must be running crazy, but there was no excuse for this much. Namjoon was surprised when he felt something at his chest. Jin was breathing heavily against his chest, in fetus position, arms wrapped around his legs and head buried into Namjoon's warm chest.

Namjoon was right,

He really did look like an angel.

And really did deserve the world (or well not the world, something better, the world SUCKS.)

Namjoon suddenly felt scared that Jin would be able to hear his loud heart beat, that was speeding through his chest and echoing thorughout his body.

But nope. Jin slept like a baby, nuzzling deeper into the blonde's chest and making the chest fall in love at the moment, until he shook his head to prevent further thoughts similar to his lovey dovey feels, He can't risk this.

He's a gang boss.

Man up!

He can't have weakness and he had no idea as to what to do with Jin.

Yoongi wanted him to kill Jin.
Jimin and Taehyung probably wanted him to let Jin go, thought they wouldn't say or at least not just yet.
Jungkook probably doesn't care, but is more on the kill side, as he carries information on the notorious gang.
Hoseok probably doesn't care, but is more on the let him go side, as Jin is just a normal, person who doesn't deserve this.

All points of view were right in their own ways.

But the finally decision would be up to Namjoon, of course.

He was THE leader here.

But what about Jin...what does he want?

To go home obviously...

But Namjoon feels like he almost...loves Jin?

Maybe he was falling too fast. Yes that must be it. He needs to maintain a distance from the brunette to cut off emotional attachments. It's one way anyways, Jin doesn't like him, infact Jin probably despises him.

Fair enough, he'd despise himself too, if he was in Jin's shoes.

Who wouldn't?

Namjoon dismissed the touchy subject and decided to enjoy the moment as it lasted, playing with Jin's soft hair in his hands.

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Jimin was sat curled up onto his sleepy boyfriend's chest, with Hoseok previously coming in and declaring them the "softest and purest couple" he'd seen since danisnotonfire and amazingphil did their pastel edits video (author note - sorry I had to slip in a phan reference don't hate me).

It was ironic Hoseok would say that because underneath the heaps of fluffy turquoise blanket that Jimin insisted on getting, Yoongi was covered in blood, having freshly murdered roughly 3 traitors.

Other than that they really were an adorable couple, erasing the fact that they belong to one of the biggest gangs of the world and were able to share this relationship. They saved each other from themselves. Sounds cheesy? It was anything but that. 

They sat on the sofa, feeling extremely tired and cosy. After both had decided they weren't tired, they had been chilling in the lounge. Light classical music played in the background as they simply enjoyed each others company. No words, just music and the warmth of the other. 

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"Jimin-ah?" Yoongi whispered softly. Jimin mumbled a yes so cutely that it made someone with such a hard heart as yoongi, feel their heart flutter at the sweetness of his boyfriend. 

Damn, he was lucky to find someone as Jimin.

"Why do you care about the hostage so much?" Yoongi mumbled into Jimin's hair. The younger of the two started to sit up, leaving Yoongi frowning at the lack of the warmth that had previously been at his chest. Jimin was always...slipping? 

He was extremely sympathetic and loved the world. The reasons he joined the gang were valid, but he never seemed into it. He frowned whenever someone was killed, Yoongi had seen him cry once whilst Namjoon was torturing helping him torture a traitor. Jimin was a softie and everyone knew that. He was the balance of this gang and has gained a liking for Jin, who was their hostage. 

"He doesn't deserve this..." Jimin replied.

"But baby, he heard the gang details." Yoongi stated calmly, fingers tangling softly in the others hair. 

"And because he holds information that he involuntarily heard, we're punishing him? Is that okay to you?" Jimin suddenly felt extremely sad and very passionate about Jin's case.

"Well no, but after all Jimin-ah we're a gan-"

"So what Yoongi? We're humans before damn members and good people help others." Jimin replied.

Yoongi stayed quiet, thinking hard about what to say.

"He could bait us out Jimin..." Yoongi said to his boyfriend. 

"And what if he isn't planning to and we caused all this pain on him. How can you be so sure on hating him...?" Jimin whispered into Yoongi's pale neck.

The two curled back up even tighter and the music continued, the piano music sounding beautiful. Sleep overtook them and they stayed their the whole night. 

Breakfast eventually rolled by. A hyperactive Taehyung bouncing into the living room, catapulting onto his parter in crime, Jimin who immediately got up and started giggling and fighting Taehyung. Yoongi on the other hand rolled his eyes at the younger and eventually a tired maknae descended from his room, hair tangle in one of every direction. Hoseok, after a while, also came out of his room, complaining about the noise, which was usually Yoongi's job. The only thing that was missing was Namjoon and of course by his side, Jin.

Jimin and Hoseok had been trying to make breakfast, they're the best cooks out of the six members. Jimin successfully made 6 pancakes and Hoseok had burnt a couple but more or less achieved the same. 

Jin smelt the burning and immediately sat up, heating up at the sight of a shirtless Namjoon. He could only see the others back, but because he'd sat up so roughly, the other whipped himself around to see the origin of the noise and grinned when he saw the effect he had on Jin. 

"I'll see you downstairs in 5." Namjoon said throwing Jin a white top and black shorts that came up to his knees. The clothes were suitable as it was a pretty warm day. Namjoon slipped on his own shirt and walked down, leaving Jin to quickly get changed. 

As Jin walked out the room, he continued to admire the designer of the house, it really was stunning. As someone who had a special soft spot for interior design, Jin really appreciated it. 

He sighed and made his way downstairs, also curious as to the burning smell. Jimin was stood there in an adorable apron with a little blue bunny near a pocket that was on the chest area and batter splattered on him. Hoseok had given up with helping the other, becoming frustrated as Taehyung accidentally knocked them pancake stack onto the floor, ruining their hard work. 

Jin walked to where the other apron was, identical to Jimin's except falling into a pastel pink. Jin slipt it on top of his clothes and picked up a pan to help Jimin. 

"Need some help?" 

"Ah yes! Thanks Jin-Hyung!" Jimin replied. Jin took a mental note that Jimin had called him hyung, showing aspects of respect and what not and considering he was a hostage, was that odd?

whatever. 

For now they both continued to whisk away laughing around with eachother and enjoying being with eachother. Jimin felt so comfortable around Jin because Jin was so similar to him, more than aanyone in the gang. The other waited hungrily as the smell of burning pancakes wafted away and the sweet smell took over. 

The two came into the room, holding the pancakes and Jin looking slightly uncomfortable with everyone's eyes on him until he placed the plates down and proceeded to sit on his seat in between Namjoon and Jimin. What surprised everyone even more is when the two pancake makers high fived and giggled. Hoseok saw the awkward atmosphere start to crack in and saved the situation yet again by picking up on a story from his childhood, it was vaguely linked to pancakes but saved Jimin and Jin from the hard stares they were (still kinda) receiving. 

Yoongi kicked Jin's leg under the table. Jin freaked out and decided to pretend he didn't feel it, instead looking into his food as if it held some sort of answer. At the moment all it held was heaps of Nutella and other goodness. Yoongi kicked again and harder, Jin biting down any noise. 

"Are you okay?" Jimin asked, concerned as her saw Jin looking scared. Jin nodded and Jimin let him be, knowing Jin was the type of person who needed space to fill his thoughts to be able to function.

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Jin was freaking out as Yoongi as kicking him harshly under the table. He eventually gave in and came onto eye contact with the mint haired man. His eyes told Jin that he as extremey angry. Why though? Jin hasn't done anything wrong, yet? Is he jealous? Jin that looked down and Yoongi hugged as if to say yeah that's right look down, be scared.

Jin rolled his eyes and continued to eat the pancakes, not in the mood for drama in the morning.

He'd slept rather comfortably and like baby to be honest. Namjoon's bed was really comfy. And Namjoon himself gave a sense of security, despite the fact that he was the biggest threat to Jin's life.

A week had almost been up. From tomorrow it would've been a week. Jin doesn't want to have fun win Namjoon. No. And then they'll kill him. Should he kill himself? Maybe he could get on Namjoon's good side? Everyone except for Yoongi had taken a liking to him, Jungkook not included as the younger boy jus didn't care enough to have an opinion on Jin.

Namjoon was so difficult. His emotions were so locked up and caged. His thoughts remain a mystery. His thoughts of Jin remain mystery.

Everyone shifted to the lounge area, where the boys played on the Xbox, until Jimin said something about washing dishes.

"Oh, I'll help." Jin said quietly to Jimin, but looking up Namjoon as if for permission. When he got no response, he got up and then there was a hand on his wrist. Why did they always have to be so dramatic, couldn't Namjoon've just said it to him when they were sit-

Wait a second.

Namjoon's hands aren't that pale. Yoongi?

"Namjoon tell your boy toy to stop sticking to Jimin." Yoongi growled, harsh stare fixed on Jin, who looked rather scared. Who wouldn't be? It's Yoongi, the torturer of the traitors. No one wants to mess with him.

"Yah, Yoongi, let him go. Don't be an over protective boyfriend." Hoseok said jokingly trying to ease the atmosphere. Jungkook looked like a lost bunny, the sight comical and cute. Jin didn't know what to do and neither did Jimin.

"Sit." Namjoon said shortly and Jin complied shooting Jin a look of apology.

"Hobi-hyung is right what's the big deal about-" Taehyung started, also trying to ease the tension. Jin felt like everyone knew what was going on except for him, which shouldn't be surprising he wasn't part of the gang. It was like they were having a silent conversation, using only their eyes to communicate. 

"I swear to fucking god Taehyung and Hoseok if you guys don't fuckin-" 

"Okay that's enough, Jimin go ahead, Jin just sit down?" Jungkook stepped in. He didn't seem like much of a middle man, but only took the spot when he has to. His voice was commanding and everyone sort of listened because he was the only one being serious and not overly angrily. Yoongi looked like he wanted to say something along the lines of 'Fucking two year old go back to pre school and don't tell me what to do' but held his peace with silence. 

Jimin waddled out of the room, Jin crushing in the silence until saved by Taehyung. 

"So anyone up for Mario Kart?" Taehyung beamed in question.

"Me!" Jin said excitedly, forgetting that he was in the lounges in one of the world's biggest gangs and rather focusing on beating this rectangular-smiling, Gucci-wearing gang member. The two had fun and laughed a lot. Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon eventually left, leaving Jin, Jungkook and Taehyung. Jin felt happy with the bunch, slightly missing Jimin and trying to stay awake of Jungkook, but the kids bunny smile and cute laugh was so distracting. 

It was about 2pm and lunch time rolled by. Jin realized how extremely close is birthday was now. Should he try and escape? Or will that result in death. What should Jin do? 

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It was currently 2:30pm and Hoseok had just sauntered back into the room, grabbing a controller and beating everyone's asses.

Well it wasn't a surprise, he was the best hacker in South Korea, so if he couldn't beat them at Mario Kart, it would be crazy.

Hoseok seemed strange in a way. Somewhat protective over himself amd others as if one step on his bad side and you're done for and one step onto his good step and you'll be blinded by this right sunlight that's his personality itself.

Hoseok and Jin laughed together and found many common interests. Jin actually felt happy around all the gang members, excluding Namjoon and Yoongi.

Especially Yoongi.

Jin sees Jimin as a friend, maybe even a younger sibling ( okay maybe not that far but ya know what I mean ) and for Yoongi to get jealous over a 'hostage' is just strange.

Jin couldn't help but still feel slightly uncomfortable, knowing they had the power to do anything to him at any given moment and in order to prevent that, he needs to stay on everyone's good side as much as possible. Eventually, Jimin came and sat down next to Jin, making Jin feel more comfortable and chatting more with the boys. 

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"Yah Namjoon, you keep forgetting he's our hostage, in fact I think at this point I'm the only one of you dumbasses who remember the code." Yoongi said with a high chin. 

"I treat him like a hostage, what are you saying..." Namjoon lied, unsure of what to say as Yoongi, was right. 

"Oh really? If so I want you to go on him tonight. If he's really your hostage?" Yoongi grinned. 

"Nah, I don't think he's recovered." Namjoon said, loving the idea of going down on Jin, but the after results of Jin hating him wasn't worth it. Or at least not just yet. 

"Feelings? Are we forgetting the code, Namjoon?" Yoongi teased, more on the angry side.

"You're right." Namjoon said, and Yoongi patted his back. 

"I'm always right ya see-" Yoongi said leaning back on his chair and crossing his arms, smug. 

"I do have feelings for him." Namjoon interrupted, standing from his seat and getting ready to march out. He wasn't thinking, he had already confessed his feelings out to Yoongi. He was so screwed oh God. 

"Then delete them." Yoongi growled, gripping onto Namjoon's wrist and effectively keeping the other from leaving their conversation. 

"What?" 

"I said delete the feelings. Make him hate you." Yoongi said easily, with a hint of challenge in his eyes. 

"No, I don't want to." Namjoon replied, shaking his wrist out of Yoongi's grip. 

"Or else, I'll tell K about this. And then we will elect a new leader." Yoongi's words were threatening cutting deep into Namjoon, confusing Namjoon, hurting Namjoon. 'K' was the code name for Namjoon's boss, Namjoon's father. K for Kim. 

"God dammit Yoongi, why?" Namjoon said, frustrated at his back stabbing friend. 

"I don't want you to grow feelings unnecessarily. And nonetheless for a hostage." Yoongi said with a fake voice acting as if Namjoon had accused him of something. Namjoon just rolled his eyes and left the room, stomping out and thinking of what he should do, thinking of a solution that could save him from the situation.

"Jin are you feeling better?" Jungkook asked, kind of sincerely but he was looking down at his phone too much for it to be completely sincere. 

"More or less...why?" Jin asked the younger. 

"Oh Namjoon's asking." The younger replied shortly, fingers swiping across the screen of his phone as he typed the reply to Namjoon.

Wait what? Did Namjoon care about Jin's health? That's so sweet, but after all he was the one who caused it, but they're past that. Things are okay for Jin and at the base he's somewhat surviving-

Wait a minute. 

It had been a week! 

Crap.

Namjoon was asking because he wants to have sex with Jin? Oh god no, Jin obviously doesn't want this. What's the escape route? Where's the choice? For now he's gonna try and stick to the other gang members and make himself seem small and irrelevant. He has no power against what's happening and can now only focus on himself and the small moment of time that seems like it could last forever. 

He's gonna end up in the same bed as Namjoon either way. Even if Namjoon isn't planning on immediately having sex after he gets home, he'll do it when the two are about to go to sleep and what can Jin do against this? What can Jin do to prevent this.

Nothing.

His hands are tied and thankfully this time not literally. But depending on Namjoon's kinks, it's very possible in the near future-unless he can do something to prevent it. 

Jin has been dreading every second to 6pm as it's a second closer to the time they're expecting Namjoon to be home. Jin, Taehyung and Jungkook do the cooking. 

"Baby, what are we gonna do?" Taehyung mumbled on Jungkook's shoulder after Jin had left the room to go to the toilet.

"about what?" Jungkook asked with a raised eyebrow that always made his Taehyung laugh.

"the hostage, he doesn't deserve this-" 

"well tae it's a little late. what's done is done, he'll be fine." Jungkook reassured running his fingers throough his boyfriends fluffy brown hair with green stripes at the fringe. 

"for now though..." jungkook whispered, bringing Taehyung's eyes up to meet his and joined their soft lips together, leading to a passionate make out session, ending up with Jungkook fucking Taehyung deep into the bed and both being completely tired from the round but that didn't stop them from another one after. 

It was now 5:45, only 15 minutes left till Namjoon potentially, probably comes home. This was it for Jin, he'd been awaiting the death of his happiness. Namjoon was attractive and all but unless Jin wants this, it's rape. 

Perhaps he being negative! 

Yes, jungkook never said Namjoon wants to have sex he may just be asking to genuinely check his health...?

Who's Jin kidding, it's definitely sex. 

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6pm.

Jin was nervously sitting at his seat on the dining table, everyone in conversation and him breathing heavily in fear. He was thankful for the fact they treated him well enough, even some making efforts to befriend him and making him feel more comfortable. But that doesn't erase the fact of Namjoon coming home.

The door clicked open as Namjoon and Yoongi strolled in, heading into the dining room, where everyone else was already seated. They waited for Namjoon and then tucked into the delicious food made by Jin, Taehyung and Jungkook.

"Wahhh~ Hyung you're an amazing chef!" Hoseok said after taking a bite into the food.

"Yah! Hobi what about us, we helped!" Taehyung pouted and Jungkook felt his heart flutter at the sight of his beautiful boyfriend in all his cuteness.

Everyone just chuckled at that and continued into the gourmet level food ( mainly )made by their 'hostage'.

"Wondering if he tastes as good as he cooks, huh Namjoon." Yoongi said, mockingly. Jin almost choked on his food.

The situation got tense and the atmosphere dropped. Before everyone was laughing and talking and everyone went silent at Yoongi's sexual innuendo that no one wanted to bring up at dinner time. Namjoon stared at his friend with an open mouth, his mind telling get him to turn around and tell Jin he's sorry for what Yoongi said, but his body, his mouth not processing it.

"Hyung you're gross!" Taehyung said nervously, it was obvious he was trying to ease the tension. Unsuccessful, but his efforts were appreciated.

"Why do you all act as if it's surprising? He's a fucking hostage, what's with all the respect?" Yoongi defends himself as everyone still looks shocked.

"Well because Yoongi he's a fucking human being who deserves respec-" Jimin counter attacked his boyfriend. Jimin had never spoken back to anyone. Especially not Yoongi. So this made everyone even more silent and shocked. Jimin must really care about Jin and this fact had Yoongi fuming. Possessive, much?

"No he's right." Namjoon cut off Jimin's statement.

He can't forget about Yoongi's threat to tell the head of all gangs, including Namjoon's, Namjoon's father. If that means sacrificing his not to bad relationship with Jin he's gonna have to do it. It's not like Jin likes him anyways, he's kidnapped Jin, why would he? But than again, Stockholm Sydrome...?

No.

He was sure. Jin shouldn't and doesn't like him.

"Who's right?" Jungkook asks Namjoon, unsure of who he was referring to.

Everyone was waiting on his answer so intently he took a deep breath and clearly stated,

"Yoongi, Yoongi is right." Namjoon breathed out. Yoongi grinned in victory, looking at everyone as if to say that's right bitches.

Jin looked freaked out, in between wanting to cry and wanting to punch someone. Taehyung looked annoyed as well as Jimin looking extremely annoyed at his boyfriend for causing this. Jungkook was confused, as usual. Hoseok was just annoyed with Namjoon for letting Yoongi carry out the argument and making Jin feel so upset.

"Right that's enough, everyone just carry on eating." Taehyung jumped in, saying it rather sternly to Namjoon and Yoongi and gently to Jin. They eat the food in silence. Jin's thoughts were everywhere. Why was Yoongi so mean? It was clear he was a cool person generally and rather violent, being the one who does the dirty work in the gang, but Jin hasn't done anything wrong. 

Given, Jin and Jimin were close... 

But it was clearly as friends. 

Everyone could see that, why is Yoongi being so blind?! 

And don't get him started on Namjoon. 

What's his damn problem?

Jin had no idea what the guy wanted from him, threatening to have sex, but never doing it. Saying that he has the power to kill Jin ( which he did ) yet keeping Jin with no purpose, no goal. At this point, he's extremely confused, frustrated, upset, angry, very angry. 

He aggressively stabs his fork into his food, sub consciencely channeling his anger through this action. 

"Uhh, Jin, are you okay?" Jimin asked quietly at Jin's aggressive action. 

"I'm doing great, thanks Jimin." He answered back sarcastically, sass exploding from his mouth. 

"Chill the fuck out..." Jungkook mumbled. 

"Aaaaand on that note I think dinner is done!" Taehyung half sing-songed, getting out of his chair and picking up his own and his boyfriend's plate. 

Jin's least favourite part of the day; in between sleep and dinner. Usually because it was in fear of having to be with Namjoon and now it was stronger than ever, because he was almost sure tonight was THE night he'd be dreading. 

Suprisingly, this time Namjoon didn't head out. In fact none of them did, all 7 boys in the lounge. 

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It was getting late into the evening, the seven boys continuing by sat in front of the giant TV, playing video games competitively. It was kind of surprising that these 'ruthless' gang members were so carefree and kiddy, just like normal people.

Namjoon wasn't paying attention, neither was Yoongi, both having a suspicious aura as they muttered things to each other with straight faces. Clearly something confidential.

"Yes, well done Jin-hyung!" Jimin beamed, as Jin beat Jungkook who was holding the high score.

"It was so close, well done Hyung!" Taehyung patted Jin's back and Jungkook sulked in a jokey way to gain some affection from his boyfriend - which, of course, he did.

"Aww don't worry Kookie, you'll always be my winner", Taehyung said lovingly and Jungkook smiled at that.

"I want to be Jin-hyung's partner!" Jimin exclaimed, holding Jin's hand in his own and waving it through the air as the time for two player video games came.

Yoongi wasn't playing attention but hearing 'Jin-hyung's partner' from Jimin's voice caused him to whip his head around faster than ever, his mint green fringe falling into his eyes.

His eyes narrowed at the sight of Jimin holding Jin's hand, waving through the air, giggling, holding onto Jin, becoming flustered.

I should be the one making him giggle.

I should be the one he's holding onto.

I should be the one making him flustered

I should be the one, his only one.

Yoongi's jealously and possessiveness was no joke and all of the Bangtan Gang knew this. Everyone was too engrossed in their fun video games to notice the boiling mint haired Yoongi, staring down Jin.

"Calm down, Yoongi", Namjoon said quietly, "go to the kitchen, clear your head." Namjoon said wisely, before his friend got the chance to do something to Jin or even worse - to Jimin.

Yoongi did exactly that; he stomped over to the kitchen, fists clenched as he tried to breathe in and out.

No one can steal Jimin from him, just NO! Jimin is his life and Jimin is his everything, he won't let this hostage take him away. No way.

When he left the room, only Jungkook noticed.

"Yoongi-hyung, where are you going? There's three more rounds left only." Jungkook asked.

Yoongi grunted in response as Jungkook set his attention back to the screen, no one else noticing the lack of Yoongi's presence.

Something that really irratated Jin is that he had to ask for permission whenever he wanted to do something.

Whether it was going to the toilet, getting a drink of water, he HAD to ask Namjoon first or else there would be punishments and whatever.

"Namjoon, can I get water?" Jin asked the leader quietly. Namjoon nodded at the cute hostage, who was always slightly scared when speaking to Namjoon.

Yoongi was in the kitchen, so much anger boiling up inside of him he'd punched the tiles, trying to hold back his strength but some seeping through and causing a small crack in the wall. He wasn't great at this whole rage thing.

The door opened and he heard foot steps coming in. His head was resting on his hands as if he was kind of face palming. His vision was blocked due to the position but he still heard the footsteps as he sat at the breakfast bar and Yoongi knew it was a gang member.

The tap came on, water rushing down, as Yoongi turned around to see who it was.

If it was Namjoon or Jungkook he would just ignore them and go back to face palming.

If it was Taehyung or Hoseok he'd rant about his problems and perhaps feelings(?). He'd secretly want advice but act cold hearted towards them, as always.

If it was Jimin, he didn't want to even think about what he'd do. Talk things out? He wasn't really that type of person. He doesn't know what he'd do, he'd go with the flow.

But of course it was the hostage.

Jin.

The older was wearing a loose pink sweater, showing off his pale shoulders and giving anyone who sees him ( the gang members only at the moment ) a sinful glimpse of his collar bones that could drive the sanest man crazy.

Yoongi hates him.

For being so perfect. Those stupid plump lips, his eyes widening whenever he's startled, which of course Yoongi sees a lot, Yoongi being the reason Jin is startled.

For being so kind and calm and collected, despite Yoongi treating him like shit.

For everyone liking him immediately.

For Jimin...Jimin liking him.

'Stop it Yoongi, you sound like a jealous school girl!' he thinks to himself, remembering the quote from Hoseok from a couple of days ago, when Yoongi explained his feelings, very briefly.

He can see Jin trembling slightly, in fear no doubt. Jin is hurridely filling up his cup at the sink, avoiding Yoongi's stare.

But that's all Yoongi does. Stares.

His eyes don't move from the brunette and he watches Jin become uncomfortable.

He feels his hate surface.

Yoongi pushes out of his chair and walks up to Jin, very fast and very aggressively. But also kind of messily, in a way.

He feels his jealous surface.

Jin looks confused and scared. Very scared. He places the glass on the counter and turns of the tap. Immediately after, he's turned around harshly, Yoongi tightening his fingers on the front of his jumper. Yoongi grips the front of his jumper and pulls him closer to his face, losing the distance. Jin looks incredibly afraid and Yoongi doesn't move, just staring into Jin's eyes, as he breathes heavily.

Jin was backed up against the marble counter, leaning over it. He remembers in all the movies and anime he's watched that it's dumb to allow yourself to be backed up as it makes you vulnerable, so he brings up his delicate hands and places them on the shorter man's chest, trying to gently push him away - though too weak to actually push his away but at least he was kind of maintaining some sort of distance.

"How fucking dare you..." Yoongi growled rather quietly, diverting his eyes from the hostage.

"W-what...?" Jin stuttered even more quietly.

"I won't let you get away with this", Yoongi looked up at Jin, the eye contact was so tense that Jin looked away.

"With...with what?" Jin asked in order to get some clarification.

"Don't fucking act confused!" Yoongi said, voice rising.

Yoongi grips the front of Jin's jumper even more tightly and pulls him forward, causing the taller of the two to stumble forward. He shoves him against the wall, lining his shoulders with both his hands and pushing in really hard. Jin winces in pain, as Yoongi's fingers dug into his soft skin.

"O-ow..." Jin stuttered out in pain.

"Did I say you could talk?" Yoongi growled. Jin eventually shook his head.

Yoongi started pushing his knee between Jin's legs, forcing Jin to part his legs. This gave him a good idea of what Yoongi was planning to do and it was definitely something he didn't want.

Jin knew if he spoke he'd be in even more trouble and probably recieve some punishment.

Where did he stand in this gang?

If he screamed for help would they laugh at him or just leave him to Yoongi, which as a result of Yoongi would be even rougher?

Or would they stop Yoongi?

He has no idea what to do.

His thoughts were cut of where Yoongi started sucking on his pale neck, leaving small red marks along his body, going up to his collar bones.

Jin shut his eyes as hard as he could and tried it to make any noise. He was praying a collective prayer to all Gods, all religions, to the universe, to everything and anything that someone or something could somehow stop this.

Please...

Footsteps!

Jin tried not to get his hopes high, it could just be Jungkook, who didn't usually care.

Hoseok or Taehyung would tell Yoongi to stop, but very calmly and if Yoongi refused, they wouldn't question him again.

Jimin would stop it for sure.

Jungkook would probably just ignore it.

He wasn't sure about Namjoon...

Who will it be ?

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Footsteps!

Jin wasn't sure what he was hoping for. Jimin would be heart broken if he saw what Yoongi was doing to Jin, but it'd be good because he could see Yoongi's ways.

Jungkook.

The raven haired, muscular, bunny-teethed, Jeon Jungkook.

"Yoongi what're you doing...?" Jungkook asked nonchantly, filling up his glass of water rather than watching.

Yoongi didn't reply, but continued sucking on Jin's pale skin.

"Yoongi..." Jungkook said lowly.

"Fuck off." Yoongi replied quickly. Jungkook puts a hand on Yoongi's shoulder and presses hard. Yoongi doesn't wince, but since Jin can is face to face with Yoongi, he can see him experiencing some pain from the younger' stregnth.

"Leave. Him. Alone." Jungkook said threateningly.

Jin was incredibly grateful for Jungkook. He'd never expected this! Thank God!

"Get out, Jeon." Yoongi said spitting at Jungkook's shoes. That's pure disrespect. Yoongi continued on Jin's skin, leaving his trail of marks behind.

"I'll tell Jimin. And Namjoon-hyung." Jungkook said threateningly, crossing his arms in victory and smirking.

And with that Yoongi finally released Jin, pushing him into the wall as a finally blow and then glaring at Jungkook as he left the room. Jin was breathing heavily from the events that just happened, he touched his neck in shock.

He cried. He let it all out. His sobs were incredibly loud and he held his head in his hands, tears streaming down his beautiful face.

Jungkook looked so confused, clearly not one for emotion. So he did the first thing that came into his mind.

He hugged Jin.

He wrapped his muscular arms around the sobbing elder, and since they were almost the same height, Jungkook being just 1cm taller meant Jin was able to cave in just enough to feel comfortable.

Jungkook had also experienced similar things before Namjoon had...

Saved him...

He knows what it feels like and was therefore extremely sympathetic towards Jin.

"I'm sorry..." Jungkook mumbled into Jin's fluffy brown hair. He can feel his shoulders and chest getting soaked from Jin's tears as Jungkook patted his back in order to soothe the older.

Jin's breathing was uneven.

(A/N - imagine if tae walked in right now oh goddd).

"Let's head back in." Jungkook finally spoke up after Jin had quieted down. Jungkook wiped Jin's tears and calmed him down as best as he could, rubbing his back.

Jin walked back in first so it didn't look suspicious, though things were already weird since Jin had been in there fore ages.

"What were you doing for so long, Jin?" Namjoon questioned as Jin was walking back to his spot on the sofa.

Yoongi was nowhere to be seen but everyone else was here, except for Jugkook who'd be coming in a minute or so.

Jin sat back in his regular before replying to the leader.

"I...I also decided to wash some of the remaining plates from dinner." Jin tried speaking and sounding as genuine as possible. Namjoon stared at him, knowing Jin was lying but decided not to take action.

Yet, anyways.

"Hey, Jungkook's back! Load up the next round!" Hoseok said excitedly, Taehyung following his orders.

"I want to play." Namjoon said, looking up from his phone. He sounded so serious and it was weird because video games were fun and comical and that's not what he thinks about Namjoon.

He's more or less scared of Namjoon.

"Okay, wow Namjoon-hyung, you never play!" Taehyung said, surprised, as he handed Namjoon a controller.

Namjoon ignored him and sat facing more towards the screen on his loveseat, whilst the others were scattered on the floor and along the couch.

"Tae, partners?" Jungkook asked, knowing his boyfriend would say yes. They were the perfect team.

"I want to be with Jin-hyung!" Jimin said and Jin laughed happily, even high fiving the younger. Why was Jimin making him so happy?

Namjoon wants to be the one making Jin happy!

"I'm with Jin." Namjoon said dissmisevly, as if it was a complete fact.

"I'm already his partner Namjoonie-hyung!" Jimin said, sounding like a five year old.

"Well guess what? I'm his partner now." Namjoon said rudely and turned his attention back to the screen.

The two bickered meaninglessly amongst eachother until finally Jimin said,

"Fine, what do you want hyung?" Jimin asked.

Jin had been so focused on character customisation he hadn't been listening. He didn't want to be put in a difficult situation and was no forced to choose.

Jimin looked at him wth a soft smile, yet with enthusiasm.

Namjoon looked at him threateningly.

"Jimin." Jin said quietly and sounding unsure but he knew it's who e wanted to be with.

Obviously, he was scared of Namjoon, why would he want to be with him?!

"Too bad, you're with me." And this time no one argued without Namjoon, not wanting to suffer the consequences of disobeying.

Ah great.

Just great.

Jin was constantly winning from his side, doing exceptionally well and Namjoon was not to great. It was clear Namjoon wasn't a frequent gamer, like Jin and the best of the boys.

They finally won a round and Jin was ecstatic as a result.

"Yes Namjoon!" He turned around and high fived the leader enthusiastically, making everyone slightly shocked at how chilled out Jin was, but then choosing to ignore it.

Jungkook turned to Jin and smiled , as if to say 'are you okay?'.

Jin looked back and smiled as if to say 'yeah, thanks!'.

Don't you just love silent conversations.

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After the rounds had ended, the boys decided it was time to hit the hay.

Jimin and Jin ended up staying up a little longer in order to pack all the games away, which they didn't mind doing in each others company.

"Goodnight, Jin-hyung!" Jimin shouted from across the hallway, smiling brightly at Jin. Jin waved goodbye as a reply before slowly twisting the door handle for Namjoon's room - where Jin also sleeps.

Jin immediately started to blush at the sight of Namjoon's muscular back from across the room in the dim light. Namjoon was taking off his tshirt and Jin freaked out.

Is tonight...

The night?

Hell no.

Jin turned on heels and tried to silently get out, placing his delicate fingers on the handle in a rush.

He wonders if running away from Namjoon is a good idea. Because eventually Namjoon will catch him and treat him more roughly.

And 'punish' him which Jin did NOT want.

But if Jin complies maybe he'll be gentle and more...

Merciful?

Jin's train of thought was interrupted.

"Stop." Namjoon commanded simply, not even turning around to look at Jin because he'd heard Jin coming in.

"Trying to leave, huh?" Namjoon said, as he strode over to Jin to tower over the other. Jin was slightly shorter, so when he slammed one hand directly next to Jin's face, onto the wall, it startled the other.

"N-no, I was just going to get s-some water..." Jin lied, stuttering at how unconvincing his voice sounded.

"Not the first time you've lied tonight." Namjoon said in a low voice before leaning into Jin.

He gripped Jin's jaw, which started of with a gentle, but firm hold and ended up with a tight, tight grip. Jin winced in pain at the other, but Namjoon didn't seem to notice, as his eyes were closed, ready to lean into the forced kiss.

Jin was even more startled, trying to move away, but unable to do so as the taller man's grip around his jaw kept him grounded.

Dammit.

"W-wait!" Was all Jin managed to mumble in retaliation before Namjoon brought his lips onto Jin's.

Jin was being unresponsive, frozen.

It was clear he was a good kisser, I mean, look at those plump lips.

So Namjoon was annoyed with Jin being unresponsive.

When Namjoon was finally wound up, he decided to take matters into his own hands and quite literally.

He squeezed the older's ass, causing Jin to yelp in surprise and Namjoon smirked at the oh-so-perfect opportunity to invade Jin's mouth and claim his dominance - not that it was ever questioned in the first place.

Jin let out a tiny moan, it was clear he was trying to hold back. He was blushing furiously, looking absolutely adorable with flushed cheeks, glazed eyes, shocked expression.

Namjoon was one to escalate things and did so by shoving his clothes knee between Jin's also clothed legs.

This was, again, to show dominance and who was in charge - again - not that anyone had ever questioned it in the first place.

Namjoon parted his lips from Jin's to stare back at the elder looking completely messy. It was a beautiful sight.

"P-please, no!" Jin stuttered out breathlessly.

"Please no what? I've barely done anything." Namjoon said mockingly.

"Leave me alone...please?" Jin pleaded, closing in to himself and not looking at Namjoon.

"Sorry, no can do." Namjoon replied cruelly, picking up Jin, bridal style and dumping him on the mattress.

"W-why not?" Jin asked weakly, as he crossed his arms over his chest and backed away on the bed until his back hit the headboard.

Namjoon was really quick.

He grabbed Jin's leg and pulled the older back to the center of the bed, then proceeding to straddle Jin, so the elder was underneath him and Namjoon could be ontop.

"Because i said so. And if you try moving away or start screaming I'll handcuff you. Got it?" Namjoon said with full authority, Jin shivering before whimpering, "yes."

Namjoon moved off Jin and ripped off the elders pants. Jin wanted to scream out. He wanted to cry. But he can't.

He's stuck.

His boxers are thrown carelessly somewhere in the room, Namjoon flipping Jin around on his stomach and unzipping the front of his own jeans. Jin burried his head in the soft sheets, trying to muffle his crying. Namjoon relentlessly fingered Jin, adding more and more fingers and Jin wanted to scream from over stimulation, but instead muffling his cries with the sheets, which were probably wet from his tears by now.

When Namjoon entered him, he screamed. He immediately used one hand to cover his mouth, cursing himself in his head for letting the noise slip. He hopes Namjoon forgots about his scream by the time this is over.

Jin grips onto the edge of the bed, body shaking as Namjoon pushes and pulls into and out of him.

It feels so good, he can't deny, but the pain of it, it's unbearable.

The fact that it's forced, it's unbearable.

He wants it to end, it's unbearable.

Jin is panting, his limbs unable to move properly and he's scared to even try to stand up at this point.

"You're so weak Jin, but I have to admit you feel good." Namjoon chuckled, flipping Jin on his back.

Oh god, not again?

Is this the end or is Namjoon planning to do more?

Jin feels like sobbing again, but doesn't want the punishment. He was still wearing his jumper, which Namjoon had just pulled off.

Now the gang leader was just staring at Jin's naked body, which of course made Jin extreme uncomfortable and self conscious.

Pervert.

"Who gave you these?" Namjoon inquired, running his fingers over the hickeys Yoongi have earlier.

Jin had no idea what to reply and was racking his mind for a good answer or explanation.

He was always good at lying, never big fat lies but white lies that slip by.

But with Namjoon, his commanding tone, aggressiveness, dominance, Jin found himself unable to lie - out of fear, probably.

"I asked a question, Jin." Namjoon growled, running his fingers over the hickey again, but pressing down slightly harder to regain Jin's attention as he was hovering over the others naked body.

"It was just...you know. It's just, just a mosquito bite," Jin lied, mentally face palming at how unconvincing he sounded.

"And the mosquito left a trail of 'bites' along your skin? Is that what your telling me?" Namjoon said, raising an eyebrow. Jin was fooling anyone, it was clear Namjoon knows he's lying. The question is, how far will Jin carry out the lie.

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"And the mosquito left a trail of 'bites' along your skin? Is that what your telling me?" Namjoon said, raising an eyebrow. Jin was fooling anyone, it was clear Namjoon knows he's lying. The question is, how far will Jin carry out the lie.

"Y-yes...?" Jin stuttered.

Namjoon doesn't tolerated liars, and he has been reminded so constantly.

"Why are you fucking lying to me, Jin. I've taken care of you so well, I even fed you."

"Yeah sure, and raped me too." Jin retorted sarcastically, but still weakly.

"If you really want I'll just starve you then. And, also, it wasn't rape..." Namjoon said, looking dangerous.

"What? Yes it was-"

"You fucking enjoyed it, Jin."

"W-what? No, what's wrong with you?!" Jin was disgusted by Namjoon ( and blushing at the fact Namjoon caught him red handed ).

Jin was on his back and started, yet again, backing away slightly from Namjoon.

"Anyways, don't change the subject. Who gave you these?" Namjoon ran his hands over Jin's smooth skin and more importantly, the love bites.

Jin shuddered at his touch, Namjoon's hands were rough and many, yet somehow he had a touch like a butterfly; light and dainty, but that was ruined when he gripped Jin's jaw, in order to make the other look into his eyes.

It's easier to tell if someone is lying or not with direct eye contact.

"Who?"

"My girlfriend."

"You don't have one."

"We know your gay, Jin. We basically uncovered your life in one second. So I'll ask one final time. Who. Gave. You. The. Hickey." Namjoon interrogated the other.

"And I've been so merciful with you. But this time, you'll wish you weren't but even born." Namjoon threatened, waiting for Jin's response.

Jin was cursing in his heart, unsure if he should say Yoongi, because then Namjoon may get angry at Yoongi for touching his "property" and Yoongi will seek revenge on Jin.

Or Jin could lie and be punished by Namjoon who would, apparently, make him regret being born.

Neither options sounded to appealing or heavenly to Jin.

"You don't have to think so much. Just give me one fucking name." Namjoon tried to rush the other.

"5..."

Jin looked up at Namjoon, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed and Jin sitting at the head of the bed.

"4..."

A tear left his eyes, as he tried to come up with a decision that wouldn't harm him.

"3..."

He hated the situation and new he didn't deserve it.

"2, things are about to get nasty."

Just as Namjoon opened his mouth to say one a small whisper left Jin's lips.

"Yoongi."

"What, say it louder?" Namjoon said, unsure of why the other had whispered. Jin's eyes were shut tight, as if he was trying to escape this situation, but sadly were not lucky enough to be able to do that.

"...no one." Jin sighed, almost shaking in fear as to what was coming next.

Either way he'll be in harm, it's a lose or lose situation. Jin feels like he'll be able to survive Namjoon rather than Yoongi, as he despises Namjoon slightly less.

"Why do you have to be stubborn? Just say it!" Namjoon slammed his fists on the bed, looking frustrated as if r wanted to mercy Jin.

"If I could...I-I would. Namjoon, I can't." Jin choked on his tears, as he accepted his fate.

"What are you saying? Just say one fucking name and I won't hurt you!" Namjoon seemed as if he was panicking as he shook Jin's shoulders. He also seemed annoyed and like a bomb; one wrong move from Jin and he'll blow up.

"I-I...can't." Jin help his head in his hands.

"Whatever. Your punishment can wait for tomorrow. Let's go clean up." Namjoon shook his head, as he handed Jin a towel and guided him to the bathroom.

After Jin had taken his shower, smelling freshly of the body wash, he slipped into the bed, keeping absolute distance from Namjoon, as usual.

But after he fell asleep, wet hair finally drying up as well as the pillow, Namjoon admired the outline of the others beautiful features in the dim light. Jin shuffled in his sleep a lot, tossed and turned a lot, and at one point he so close to Namjoon's face, the gang leader wanted nothing more than to swoop in a steal a kiss from Jin, those soft, plump lips calling to him, no, screaming to him:

But he decided against it and instead, pushed off the damp fringe, covering the others forehead and wow he's so beautiful.

Namjoon leaned in close to Jin, noses almost touching.

"Why can't you tell me who did it, sleeping beauty?" He whispered, obviously not expecting a reply from his sleeping beauty.

The next day, Jin was scared. He would recieve his punishment and didn't want it, opting for ways to escape perhaps.

He trudged down the stairs, in a baby blue hoodie.

Whenever he woke up, it was either Taehyung or more likely Jimin to be up already. If none of the gang members were previously awake, Namjoon had given him clear orders to head back into the bedroom and wait.

He could hear shuffling in the kitchen as he rubbed his eyes, making his way to the door. The only people ever in the kitchen was Jin or Jimin, so Jin assumed it was Jimin.

"Morning Jimin." Jin yawned as he entered the large, modern kitchen, Jimin was sitting at the breakfast bar, facing away from Jin.

"Not Jimin." A gruff voice replied and oh shit, it was (of course) Yoongi.

Jin's luck was really...really something.

"Why are you so obsessed with Jimin, anyways?" Yoongi said, twisting his chair around to face Jin.

"I-I'm not." Jin stuttered.

"Oh really? Why are you always with him?"

"I..we're friends." Jin said that slightly unsurely. Can you consider them friends under the horrific circumstances?

All of a sudden Yoongi started chuckling to himself, acting as if he was almost drunk. The chuckle gradually became louder and louder, until it was almost a cackle. He looked psychotic in the moment, a maniac.

"N-no, no, no. You mean nothing. I could k-kill you right now if I fucking wanted to. And you'd die. Poof. Gone." Yoongi was slurring, Jin knew he wasn't drunk, so why was he acting like this? Is he crazy?

"O-okay..." Jin whispered out calmly, turning on his heels and trying to make way to the door and fast.

"Hey did I say you could go?" Yoongi barked at the pretty boy, who jumped at the sudden loud voice.

Jin stood, glued to the floor and close enough to the door to run and boy oh boy was he tempted. But having an angry Yoongi behind him was far to dangerous, he'd probably die. But considering the fact that Yoongi was walking to the knife draw maybe he should get running anyways.

Yoongi pulled out a stunning knife, sharp than Hoseok's jawline ( maybe not, that's impossible tbh ).

Jin gulped loudly as Yoongi cornered him, now seriously looking crazy, holding the sharp object that could potential end Jin's life!

Last time Jungkook saved him. The raven haired boy helped him escape Yoongi. But this time? He was alone.

He was stuck.

"W-wait!" Jin whimpered out as his back hit the wall.

"Shhhh...it'll hurt less." Yoongi whispered.

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Yoongi pulled out the sharp tool and was slowly making his way towards Jin. Although it was the morning, it was winter and it was fairly dark outside, making the situation even more eerie.

The man looked psychotic in this moment. His eyes were blown wide, which was very weird to see Yoongi have, as usually he had quite smallish and bored eyes. But this time, there was a type of energy. An extremely negative energy.

Jin's breathing was loud and heavy, as he took a step back, his back not hitting the wall quite yet. He sucked in his breath, holding it back as his mind raced with thugs he could do to try and escape the man and whatever he was trying was trying to do to Jin in his jealous state.

"Yoongi, what a-are you doing?" Jin tried to snap the other out of his crazed mind.

"You love Jimin, but he's mine. A-all mine. Mine." Yoongi whispered, as if he was thinking, but then he growled the last bit.

"I don't. I...i d-don't love Jimin. He's yours, all y-yours. He's your boyfriend." Jin stuttered, confidence wavering half way through his pleas.

"Liar. Your trying to st-steal him. No. No, I won't let y-you." Yoongi growled this out, suddenly pushing Jin to the wall. It was so sudden and harsh that it caught the beautiful hostage off guard.

Jin's back slammed against the wall, so roughly and painfully that he slowly went down, legs giving out as the pain shot throughout his body. He groaned in pain and looked up at the other, his soft hair at his eyes.

Yoongi held the knife tighter and crouched down to Jin's level. Jin's breathing was uneven, shaky. Jin tried to scramble up, but it was useless, so he pulled his knees up to his chest in order to protect himself. Yoongi chuckled, his (adorable) gummy smile appearing, but in his situation, it was more like a killer smile. Like he's enjoying Jin's fear.

Yoongi gripped Jin's hair, pulling his head back to reveal his neck, leaving the other to let out a small surprised yelp at the sudden feeling.

Yoongi brought up the knife to the others neck, holding it up closer to his chin. He teased the the other, running the flat side of the knife against his cheek, as Jin followed the knife with his eyes and then back to Yoongi. Jin's felt his eyes water as he was about to die. Death. Right around the corner.

Should he scream?

But then Yoongi will just stab him super quick...

But isn't that better than slow, painful, torturous death?

Jin gives up and let's fate take over as well as luck.

Yoongi tightens his grip on Jin's fluffy hair, slowly slicing off a thin layer of skin from Jin's perfect neck.

Jin winces, and realises this torture will never end. The pain is horrible, and he was always the type of person afraid of tiny injections, so this was horrendous for him.

Yoongi smeared the blood around Jin's neck, in lines for every direction, as if he was child, doing fingerpainting, except Jin's blood was the paint and the canvas was his body. Soon enough, dead body.

Why is this happening?

He doesn't deserve this.

No one does.

Jin coughed violently, out of his control of course, but that was no excuse for the noise he was creating. Yoongi held his neck tightly almost chocking him. When he eventually quietened down, Yoongi brought himself closer to the bloody neck, darting out his tongue rather quickly to taste Jin's blood.

"Hm, sweet." Yoongi said, pretending to be deep in thought about the flavor.

What is he, a fricking vampire?

Wouldn't be surprising, look how pale he is.

Jin was in crazy pain, still, his neck causing him immense pain, yet he was still, somehow, bearing it. He was staring at Yoongi in horror after the other just tasted his blood. 

"This is what you get for trying to steal Jimin." Yoongi whispered into Jin's ear, as he ripped open Jin's baby blue jumper. Jin was freaking out, tears rolling down his face, is it time to scream for help?

Yoongi pointed the sharp object towards Jin's heart, poking it hard, but not hard enough to draw blood. He then turned it on its side and ever so cruelly, dragged it around Jin's bare chest. He pointed it again towards Jin's heart, ready to end the other.

"Y-yoongi hyung!" A voice shrieks. The next thing Jin knows, Yoongi drops the knife, caught red handed by...

Jimin...

"Jin, are you okay?!" Jimin gasps, "Taehyung, Namjoon-hyung!" He shouts for the others, before running back to Jin, he does what he can, giving Jin a spare red top to put on for now but he has no idea what to do about the blood.

"Coming!" Shouts Taehyung in response to Jimin, his footsteps audible as he rushes down the stairs.

Namjoon walks down slowly, Hoseok and Jungkook still brushing their teeth.

Yoongi is standing awkwardly and angrily in the corner, an angry Taehyung turning back to him as Jimin dabs the wound, waiting for Namjoon.

"What the hell, hyung?!" Taehyung was incredible annoyed and confused at Yoongi, how dare he? He tried to kill Jin, without anyone's consent.

Taehyung admits, he likes Jin. He's nice and kind and it's a change from the gang world.

"I...Taehyung-" Yoongi couldn't find words to explain himself.

"What's wrong with you? Namjoon-hyung is gonna be so pissed! So will Jimin and so am I. What's wrong with you?" Taehyung shouted at the older.

"Jimin...Jimin will be angry?" Yoongi mumbled, more to himself then to Taehyung.

"Yes! Of course, what's wrong with you? Don't let your jealousy and possessiveness blind you." Taehyung said sternly, turning back to Jin and Jimin and helping the bleeding man.

Yoongi was the one breathing heavily. Jimin...his Jimin, could be angry. Angry at himself for hurting Jin. His plan totally backfired. He thought Jin was his biggest enemy and biggest threat. It's not, it's himself.

Also the fact that Taehyung just disrespected him like that, acting all wise and shit really annoyed Yoongi. He could totally punch the other or something, but now is not the time.

"Jin?" Namjoon gasped as he saw the others gathered around Jin.

"Hoseok, call the private doctor!" Namjoon called up the stairs.

"Got it!" Hoseok shouted in reply.

Namjoon ran to the beautiful boy, pushing his fringe away from his eyes to see those almond eyes.

Jin was breathing shakily and they shared their gaze for a moment, an intimate moment, but then Namjoon looked away to see the horror on the others neck .

The crimson shade was smeared around his pale, kissable ( extremely kissable ) and precious skin. Namjoon felt anger rise in him, his vision becoming slightly blurry. He may always threaten Jin and in fact, today he was due to punish the other, for lying to him, or trying to lie to him about the mystery hickey, but he had a soft spot for the other and his cuteness - despite being a gang leader.

"What the hell happened?!" Namjoon said standing up suddenly, walking closer to Yoongi, who was ever so casually leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Nothing much." Yoongi replied shortly looking bored.

"Cut the crap, Yoongi. What did you do? And why? What the heck man?" Namjoon let out his string of questions.

"Hey I didn't do anything."

Namjoon have him an angry and serious look.

"I just...cut a little bit of his neck."

"W-what the fuck?!" Namjoon pushed the other, Yoongi's chest moving back from the impact.

"He deserves it."

"For? For what? He's mine Yoongi, you can't kill without my permission!" Namjoon growled at the other.

"He's always trying to flirt with Jimin." Yoongi was half lying. From his point of view, he did feel like the two were flirting. It's just from any normal point of view they'd understand the concept of friendship.

"Yoongi not everything is about love, jealousy and possessiveness. There's a thing called friendship." Namjoon mocked, but also growing alarmed at his own words. Jimin can't be friends with Jin. He might start to like Jimin more than Namjoon, or well he probably already does like Jimin more Namjoon.

He doesn't want Jimin near Jin and vice versa.

Also, gang stuff and whatever, friends from outside is a big no, unless your trying to reel them in to kidnap them or scam them or something like that.

"For now just, just get out Yoongi. I don't want to see your face."

"What the hell Namjoon? Who do you think you are?"

"Your leader. Out, Yoongi." Namjoon said sternly, growing more and more impatient.

Yoongi looked like he wanted to fight, to argue and protest, but for whatever reason, he decided against it and just walked out with a huff, glaring at the others huddled around Jin.

Jungkook and Hoseok ran into the chaotic living room, where they'd shifted Jin so he could lay on the sofa.

"They'll be here any minute now." Hoseok reassured everyone.

Jimin attempted to do breathing exercises with Jin and Namjoon felt...jealous?

It was out of character, as he could usually get anything he wanted. But you can't change people's emotions, and seeing how calm Jin was when with Jimin, despite the situation, made something burn inside of Namjoon.

"Fucking finally, they're here." Jungkook said as he jogged to the door to answer the private doctor.