It goes without saying that you get in the van.

You keep your eyes locked on the glistening handgun aimed at your forehead as you gingerly climb inside the vehicle.

Inside, the driver and passenger seats are hidden from sight by a divisor, similar to a limo. The sliding door, available for the driver and passengers to talk to each other, is closed. There are seats lining the sides like a SWAT vehicle instead of regular seats, and one of them is occupied by a certain gorgeous brunette.

"Freaking heck, Kook," Jin sighs in exasperation, digging through a first-aid box in his lap. "Put the gun down. You're not shooting anybody right now." He pauses in his actions to smile politely up at you and pat the seat next to him. "Hello again, Y/N. Take a seat."

You take Jin's offer and scramble into the seat on the other side of him so his model-like body is in between you and the gun still directed your way.

Jungkook doesn't take his eyes off of you, that dark and intense gaze not wavering at all. It's like he's forgotten all about the wound in his shoulder.

But Jin hasn't.

"Jungkook," the oldest barks again, easy-going expression dropping into one of complete seriousness. "Put the gun down."

This time, he does.

Taehyung climbs into the vehicle behind you, sitting on the row of seats across the aisle. He barely gives his injured friend a glance.

In fact, there's a noticeable lack of panic at the blood-flushed wound staining the shoulder of their comrade.

Jin's motions are calm as he sifts through the medical supplies, and Taehyung watches him blankly. Even Jungkook himself simply leans his head back against the side of the van, breathing hard as he waits for medical assistance.

You can't keep your eyes off of him.

Something about the sight of him spread there, bare-chested and bruised and breathing heavily with all of those piercings lining his ears, those black rings through his lip, and the blood mixing itself with the ink tattooed into his skin...

It's exhilarating.

Jungkook pulls his hand away from his shoulder, glancing at the red liquid coating his palm so thickly that no skin is showing. He looks at Jin.

"Hyung. If you don't mind a little urgency...I just got stabbed."

Taehyung snorts in amusement and Jin grins, but you can't muster up any kind of laughter.

You're scared, and curious, and adrenaline is pumping through your veins like lightening, but you're not amused. You don't understand how these men aren't concerned about the lifeblood leaking out of their friend.

It only serves as a stark reminder that these men are the kind of people that aren't affected by such little things as a knife wound. As if that isn't anything to be worried over.

You're worried, and you don't even like Jungkook.

The partition separating the body of the van from the driver's seat slides open, a longly elegant face appearing. "Hey, it's Y/N! What's up?"

Hoseok. You smile weakly and raise a hand, waving.

"Alright!" Jin announces suddenly, bumping his elbow against your own. "I found the medical wrap. Let's go, Hobi."

As Jin slides to his knees in front of Jungkook, gauze in his arms, Hoseok pushes the van into motion. There are no windows in the back, and you you can't see well out the front of the windshield.

You have no way to keep track of where you're going.

"Hey." Taehyung's watching you with huge somber eyes across the van, his head tilted to the side. "I know what you're thinking. There's no chance. So stop trying."

You glare back at him, unrepentant.

He huffs and leans against the van seat, wide-collared shirt shifting down a little to show his collarbone.

There's a flowered vine curling across his skin there.

You forgot.

You've seen his too. That first day, when you went into the shop like an innocent little lamb led trotting into a slaughterhouse. He was getting a pair of angle wings on his ribs, and already has a length of vine flowing up one pec and partially across his collarbone.

Again, it's a variation of yours, different enough to not suspect but similar enough to notice.

You can't believe it. That's four of them now, four of them that have tattoos that are uncannily similar to yours, one almost identical. As you sit in the van, Jungkook grunting as Jin patches up his shoulder and a cautious Taehyung keeping an eye on you, you can't believe that they would be so stupid as to let someone outside of their gang get the corresponding tattoo.

Also, how the heck are you the one that need questioning?

You glance around the four men in the car with you, observing their subtle body language. Hoseok keeps glancing at you in the rear-view mirror, and Taehyung refuses to look away. He keeps those huge eyes narrowed in on you, like you're a cell under a microscope that might jump off the petri dish and bite him at any moment.

What have you done?

The only thing you could possibly be in trouble for is your family relations, but even then, you haven't actually been involved with that.

Not ever.

"Where are you taking me? What do you want from me?" It takes all the courage inside of you to force the words out into the silence of the van.

At the sound of your voice, Jungkook's eyes fixate on you. He sneers. "What do you think we want from you, Song Y/N?"

Your heart jumps in your throat. He knows your real name, not some phony surname on an application. He knows you.

That means they know where you came from too.

"I don't know," you whisper in response. "That's why I'm asking."

Jungkook's pretty face twists from a sneer into a burning glare so fierce that your breath catches in your throat. And when he speaks, his  melodic voice has dropped into a grating growl.

His hands lift from the floor of the van and land on Jin's shoulders, pushing the older man away with gentleness even as he's still wrapping up Jungkook's wounds. Jin protests, bur Jungkook ignores him.

"What I want to know," says the ebony-haired man, "-is why you thought you could hide from us. What I want to know is if you thought we wouldn't find out."

His long fingers twitch beside the gun that lies abandoned on the floor. With his expression still shooting into you as it is, you pray that he doesn't pick it up.

"F-find our what?" Playing dumb won't work, you can already tell. But you have to try it anyways. You can't be punished for the mistakes of your family.

You just want a new life.

You want to get away from them.

But it seems like you're always just circling back around into their world.

At your statement, Jungkook scoffs. Taehyung and Jin are silent but wary, listening and tensed for action if need be.

"Don't do that," Jungkook says. "As if we're dumb enough not to freaking find out that the only daughter of one of the biggest mob bosses in Busan is prancing around our shop." His black eyes glisten in anger.

There isn't anything else for you to do, though. They know everything. You simply slump in your seat and watch him, seeing the muscles in his hard jaw clenching and unclenching.

"I don't know why you ran here, Song Y/N, or why you're hanging around us, but your family is looking for you." Jungkook sits back, the hot fury in his eyes burning like embers in a blazing fire. "That's bringing danger to my doorstep, to my family. I won't let that keep happening."

There's an unspoken agreement between everyone in the van, echoing intangibly in the silence.

Then, you mumble, "What are you going to do?"

Jungkook glances to Taehyung, and then to Jin, meeting there eyes. Hoseok watches cautiously in the mirror.

"We don't know," the youngest says casually. "Give you back to your family? Or kill you. We haven't decided yet."

"Kill me." You say it immediately, firm and not hesitating.

For the first time, it looks like you've surprised them. "What?" Jin asks in shock. "Why?"

You let your eyes drift over to meet his, serious. You aren't kidding. "Because," you breathe somberly. "I would rather be dead then go back to that place. So you should kill me. Don't send me back."

Anything but that.

You'd much rather be dead than returned to a family full of lies and deceit. Blood ties can't overcome what they did to you.

"Just do it now," you whisper.

Then you close your eyes, blotting out the beautiful faces of the men that will find it all too easy to take your life away from you.

And you wait for freedom.

[A/N]
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Sorry if that was kind of boring 😅