The man in the room, who you assumed was Jungkook, was silent, apart from the sounds of his breathing. You could hear him behind you, but couldn't see what he was doing.

You struggled a little, testing the ropes, and finally heard him speak.

"Don't," That single word sent shivers up your spine and you froze. He was silent again, and you slowly began to twist your arms, trying to get your hands free.

You jumped, however, when you suddenly felt a hot breath by your ear, accompanied by another quiet demand.

"Don't do that,"

"Why are you doing this to me?" You said, tears beginning to stream down your face, "I've never hurt anyone before!"

"Stop talking," The man sounded fed up, but you couldn't stop. You wouldn't. You were fed up of being weak.

"Let me go!" You yelled, shaking the chair so violently that you almost toppled over, "Let me go home! Let me go!"

You heard Jungkook growl, and suddenly he was in front of you, slapping a piece of tape over your mouth.

"I said stop it," He grumbled, before going back to whatever he was doing beforehand, "You're making this difficult,"

Behind the tape over your mouth, you began to scream as loud as your vocal cords would allow. It came out muffled, but still loud enough to annoy the man in the room. As he came closer to you, you began to struggle even more in the chair, to the point where the chair began to wobble.

"For fuck's sake," The man growled, leaning in close to your face and holding you still, "You'll ruin everything! You make one more sound and I'll-" You cut him off with another muffled scream, and he grabbed your cheeks in his hand.

Just as he opened his mouth to talk, the door opened and Jimin strode in and Jungkook turned to face him.

"Boss wants us to swap," Jimin said, and Jungkook paused a little, before nodding and letting go of your cheeks. He left the room without another word.

You glared at Jimin and he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall.

"You really are stupid, aren't you?" He said, cocking his head to the side and peering at you, "I mean, you even saw me naked, and still didn't get that I didn't actually like you,"

He chuckled at the look of confusion on your face and pushed himself off the wall.

"You didn't actually pay any attention to my body?" He said, "I'm hurt," He untucked his shirt, lifting it slightly so you could see his stomach. He pointed to the tattoo on his hip, "The mark of my group," He smirked, "You didn't even see it, even though you saw me with no clothes,"

You frowned. If that was the mark of his own group, why did he walk around the house with no clothes all the time during the night?

Jimin laughed as he tucked his shirt back into his trousers, "I made sure that I was shirtless in the night when no one else was around to see you stare at me," He said, answering your unasked question, "I gave you a chance, but you were so caught up in self-pity that you didn't even see,"

You glared at him and he reached out, pulling the tape off your mouth, "Something you want to say?"

"You're an asshole!" You cried. He had deliberately come to you when you were vulnerable and depressed and shown you just a bit of gentleness, and you had immediately latched on to him. He was an asshole, but you were an idiot.

***

Namjoon unlocked the room that Seokjin wanted the contents of, and went inside. He looked around the interior, filled with shelving units with various things on them. On one set of shelves was an abundance of guns and weapons, which Hoseok went to, stocking himself up before leaving to give a few more out to Namjoon's men.

Another set of shelves held boxes of paperwork, with the deeds to properties, and accounts of money lending and loan payments. Another set of shelves had safes on them, each containing bundles of money.

It was no wonder Seokjin wanted the contents of this room; it was worth a fortune. Not only was there physical money, but there was also the paperwork for shares and businesses.

After gathering a few guns and packs of extra ammo, Namjoon exited the room and locked it, slipping the key back into his pocket and heading downstairs to where Yoongi was waiting with Taehyung and Hoseok.

"Plans changed," Yoongi said, tapping a cigarette out of a box and lighting it, before putting the box back into his pocket. He took a drag and looked at Namjoon with serious eyes, "I just heard from Jungkook. He's been kicked out of the room by Jimin. He's not inside to protect her anymore,"

"Shit," Namjoon swore, "Let's get going, then,"

"Another thing," Yoongi said, stopping Namjoon in his tracks, "She went with him willingly,"

Namjoon froze and turned to face him, "What?"

Yoongi sighed, "I'm sorry, Namjoon. Jungkook overheard Jimin bragging when he got back. He tricked her into running away with him, and took him straight there,"

Namjoon felt his blood boil in anger at the same time his heart broke.

"Why the fuck wasn't I told about Jimin before?!" He yelled, kicking the table next to him in rage so hard that it flew into the wall and shattered into pieces, "If Jungkook has been with them for so long, why didn't I know Jimin was working for Seokjin?!"

"Because Jimin was already here when Jungkook infiltrated," Yoongi said calmly, "He didn't know Jimin was part of Seokjin's group. None of us did,"

"Fuck!" Namjoon swore angrily, his heart and head fighting over what he was going to do.

"What are we going to do, Boss?" Hoseok asked timidly, "Do you still want us to go and get her?"

"Of course we fucking go and get her!" Namjoon snapped, heading out of the room, "She's my fucking wife. Bring her stupid dog,"

You had betrayed him, but he still loved you. He wasn't going to let Seokjin or Jimin get away with this.