Long Ass Chapters Ahead🌀
Cuz this story is longer than I thought😶🙃

The elevator tinged as soon as those words left his mouth announcing our arrival. The million questions lingering were left unheard as our entries were welcomed by two more guards.

I sighed deeply before following Jimin's footsteps because running away wasn't an option. At least not in these freaking high heels.

We kept walking for almost an eternity. Just that big this mysterious place was.

With every step I took forward, a certain head rush of nervousness clouded my mind. The only aim by the end of this night for me was plain survival.

Then came a crystal door, a digital keypad stood right beside its doorknob. As soon as our steps halted, both the guards left our side going back into the infinite lengths.

The moment the buffed guys were out of earshot, "Are you kidding me ?! What if they knew- I mean how could you not tell-"

"We don't have time for this. Just listen to me carefully." In contrast to my raging curses, his voice was calm and subtle as he placed his index finger right on my lips.

"So those guys are extremely dangerous. You don't wanna piss anyone in there. Got it ?" He advised on a serious note whilst shoving his hair back.

"But--"

"No But's. If you want to live, just don't open your mouth." He shut me off again before typing endlessly on that keypad.

I stood pouting and felt extremely restless. The only main doubt remaining that why the hell would he bring me here but as the doors parted, the scene revealed faces dripping with pure beauty making me stare at them in awe.

Three of them I recognised, two still unknown.

"Park Jimin."

A gloomy voice announced from the back of the stunning hall, owner being seated at the end of a long table.

"Min Yoongi."

Jimin shared a stern look sparing an unwelcoming expression. Each of them shared the briefest amount of eye contact before settling down.

I was left unnoticed as no one showed any sort of interest to my being. Rude but better.

Jimin sat beside 'Kim Namjoon' as per portrayed by the batch he wore on his black velvet coat. There were no seats left other than beside of Mr. Min Yoongi.

I had no other choice and instead of creating any sort of ruckus, I chose that seat. Eventually making me regret my poor sense of intellect.

Ever since I saw him beating the hell out of Jimin and Jennie right in front of my very eyes, I've sort of left watching all kinds of action movies.

I quietly sat beside him. He didn't seem to acknowledge my presence and I loved that.

His cold stare travelled to far unknown corners before he announced the start of there supposedly meeting of some sort.

"Let's begin."

And the meeting started off boring with boring business topics and boring talks. I made myself pretend to be interested in it and beleive me, if my acting was judged by directors, I would win an oscar.

That's the most amazing skill which you achieve in high school after all.

Everything was going fine. By fine I mean boring. It was till I felt a hand brush my bare knees.

I had a sudden urge to barge the whole table upside down but the business classed atmosphere wasn't allowing me to do so. My eyes involuntarily glided towards Jimin to treat him a glare but,

...both of his hands were on the desk atop which his head lied. And that leaves me with Mr Min. Great.

I shared an uncomfortable glance towards him but he didn't. He looked busy in the topics and the people ahead of him. The same gloomy eyes flaring with lush.

The lowlights hanging from the ceiling created shapeless patterns on the cheekbones of his pale skin. His face glimmering along with the thin lips he accompanied.

Damn, he would've made a great K-Pop Idol.

Staring at him only made me question the actions going beneath the table. I swear I could feel someone's hand circling patterns on my thighs.

But seeing Yoongi so disinterested was not almost suggesting it. I intentionally dropped my phone to bend down and understand the reality of the situation.

Sorry my phone. Your sacrifice won't be forgotten.

The hand indeed belonged to Yoongi. And this fact now being revealed scared me even more.

Before I knew it, soft beads of sweat started covering my forehead. Jimin glanced towards my direction once to check on me but soon retracted.

The cold touch of his started circling patterns on the exposed flesh. Yoongi's nails digging gently on the skin of my upper thigh.

My breath choked within itself as his fingers started nearing inwards. As soon as I felt the presence of his slender skin rolling my skirt upwards, I knew he had gone too far.

"Stop touching me you freak!"

Slap.

I stood up drastically whilst the heavy exchange of deep breaths took place. His face inclined due to the rough blow just passed upon by my hand.

Everyone including me stood absolutely stunned. No muscles made any sort of movement, except the quivering of my lower lip due to the wrath I was going to be presented with later.

Jimin was so shocked. His mouth opened to acknowledge something but to much of my expectations, no words came out.

I did what I had to do. And I don't regret it. At least, till now.

The silence stood still until the victim himself spoke with a smirk dancing on his flawless lips.

"I want this bitch." Draping a layer of wet saliva and flaring eyes, he commanded in a huskier tone which was enough to make my soul shiver.

"I'm sorry Mr Min. But I'm afraid she's my personal assistant and thus I refuse your request." Jimin formally defended in a rather offended tone, emphasising each word.

I wasn't sure about what to say in such a raging situation between two vampires, so I didn't utter anything refraining my stupidity.

"I see, you got yourself a rather brave slut Park-"

Slap.

But by Jimin himself.

"She did what she had to. She ain't no slut like you afterall. " Jimin's eyes shared pure rage, his flaring orbs overshining with spark. I stood wonder struck just like the other five.

But this time, no signs of regret were spared by Yoongi as his eyes shot daggers of hatred towards both of us. Pupils diluting, converting themselves into a hue of the darkest maroon, he looked dangerously gorgeous yet haunting.

"You!" His pushed his index finger deep into my chest whilst not breaking the eye contact at any cost. "Are going to regret this! Both of you fuckers are going to regret this!"

With that his departure was made as his figure barged out of the long hall, banging the door with a big thud. A silence settled in the deep atmosphere of sleeplessness.

The members sat on there respective seats with a neutral expression on each of there faces. As if incidents like these happened every now and then. 

"I'm glad this shit is over soon. See ya next month hoes." Jeon Jungkook announced shortly afterwards and winked at me once before leaving the scene.

The others also took care of there belongings, stretching there backs and before going out.

"I was getting bored anyway. Thanks for making the meet much interesting. Y/N, is it ?" Kim Taehyung, the classy gucci adorned man replied slyfully in a deep voice and I merely nodded my head. He did the same before walking out behind Jungkook.

Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon both were caring enough to attain Jimin's side. "Look Jimin, what you did was probably a not so haste decision but I'm afraid that the consequences you might face won't be the same."

"I'd never do that to be honest. You actually slapped Min Yoongi. That was idiotic. But take care of yourself and-"

"Save the shit for someone who gives it." Jimin slightly ordered in a rude manner before taking my hands in his and dragged me out in the hallway.

I sighed deeply because I knew I'd pissed him off. So following him silently seemed the best option.

Soon we arrived at the exit. The next moment we were in the car and after a matter of few more minutes, I was standing at my apartment's entrance.

The wordless conversations we had in the car through our eyes seemed worrying. Me trying to pass an apologetic look and him being as expressionless as forever.

He halted the car and insisted on leaving me at my doorstep. "Thanks but I could really come by myself you know." I lowly said while he sighed.

"Are you okay? Did he perhaps hurt you in anyway?" Concern dripped in his voice as the orbs carefully traced the features of my whole face. A slight lump held itself back in my throat after seeing this side of his.

We stood silently waiting for the elevator. As soon as the doors parted, two drunk teenagers stepped out eyeing and admiring Park Jimin for his hotness.

"Is this Yoongi guy really that dangerous ?" I asked curiously. Everyone including Jimin looked so scared that it kinda freaked me out.

"Beyond dangerous. He is so insanely inhumane, you can't even imagine." Jimin's eyes glued down to the floor as the tone he had slightly changed. "He hurts in ways more painful than death itself. And that's why I am so scared."

"For you." He locked his orbs with those of mine as nothing but pure care was passed on through them. His hands brushed my shoulders affectionately as he side hugged my figure.

Him being at my side, somehow made me feel not scared. His embrace acted as a shield of some sort. All the worries seemed to demolish as soon as our bodies intertwined.

The elevator tinged again. We walked towards the door to my house hand in hand. The gentle warmth pooling down felt amazing as he lowered his head down on my shoulders.

"Jimin, I'm so sorry for doing that. It was just he started touching me and I got scared-" Small tears brimmed at the corners as I acknowledged the situation out.

Knowing that I put someone's life in danger due to my actions of stupidity and that someone too being Jimin hurt more than a million pieces of mirror shattering.

It would've been quite alright if the consequences were to lashed upon myself, but dragging Jimin into this mess because he defended me caused so much pain from within.

"Shh. You did what you had to. Let's not talk about it." He forced my figure into his chest, embracing his hands atop myself who was scared and afraid.

I let myself melt in him. His touch promising to never let go. Refreshing me from within. Making me feel things I never felt.

What are you doing to me Park Jimin ?

He smiled slightly which I recognised as forced, fake. Because the reality of the situation was far from euphoric.

We parted company as I rotated the doorknob. Only to realise it was already open. Again.

Being visibly worried, I pushed open the door before glancing at Jimin who was already on his way to the lift.

The sight in front again had me gaping with shock, pain, fear, anxiety but mostly hurt. Hurt to such extreme beyonds, that it didn't allow me to scream, didn't allow me to shriek,

Didn't allow me to live anymore.

"Ji-Jin-n ?!"

As I saw the lifeless figure lying down in the pool of his own blood, I probably realised that slapping Min Yoongi was literally the worst decision I ever made. 

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Run Ep. 99 viewers, I kinda stalked that flower teacher BTS had (florist.isaac on Instagram) and PaPi he is so HoTtt🔥🤤

Ik I'm weird🐮

🐭Stay weird y'all❤💕

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