The hot water that hit your numbing skin felt amazing. Just the way it trickled down the wounds inflicted by your torturers, something relieving about it made your heart skip a pained beat. The very essence of the sting on open flesh made you want to melt with the bloody water; down the drain you wished to go.

Away from everything.

Away from everyone.

Especially away from the two outside your bathroom door.

You jumped when you heard a bang at the door of the nicely groomed bathroom. Flinching at the sound of Sato, the attractive yet aggressive man, you cursed when he slammed the door again and urged you to get out. "It's not you who pays for the water. Hurry."

Snickering and wanting to bark back, you didn't. Restraining yourself from attacking the door and giving the man a piece of your mind, you used your works well. Shutting off the water and feeling slightly more refreshed than ever, the rotten taste in your mouth remained. Pursing your lips, you grabbed the robe that was provided to you by Eric. Smiling at the thought of the man, it was almost a cunning grin when you went, "I needed a little help..."

There was silence on the other end. You made sure to wrap yourself well as you stood up straight. Hair dancing in slight waves from the water that had pursed it down to your skull, you were surprised your locks weren't insanely wild. Moving a hand through them, you struggled with your words as soon as Sato spoke again.

"With what?" he snapped.

"From Eric," you corrected, standing right with your position.

There was a low grumble from the other end, followed by cussing. Watching silently, you were about to move towards the door but stopped the minute a soft voice was on the other end. "What did you need?" he asked gently, and you almost smiled so large.

Almost too large.

"I um," you played out the most innocent voice you can. Sounded vulnerable and cute-like, you made it a mission to grab his attention. "Could you come in? I wanted to talk to you."

More grumbling.

"...just you," you added lightly.

Silence. You held your breath in the fogged-up air around the bathroom. Seeing as the doorknob twirled, the man slowly maneuvered his way awkwardly into the room. Smiling at the sight of it being Eric and only Eric, he shut the door behind him before looking over at you with cold eyes. You wanted to roll your eyes at the sight of it. They weren't cold at all. It was like watching a fluffy carpet trying to be intimidating.

"Hi."

"Make it quick."

He checked you out before him and you tried not to grin largely to yourself as he did. Not knowing why Eric found any of your weakened and beaten parts sexy, you played along with his twisted attraction as you moved towards him like a flirty wife looking for attention.

He looked alarmed the minute you swooped into his arms, and you tried not to snort to yourself.

"I just," you bit your lower lip, bringing out the puppy dog eyes, "I catch you staring at me...taking care of me...you're not like Sato and I wanted to tell you thanks for that."

You watched Eric nod curtly, his adam's apple bobbing as he tried to focus harsh on Sato still outside the door.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," he stated with a bow of his head, "Was that all? We've got to get you back to your ce-"

"Can't I stay with you for tonight?" you asked softly, seeing the slight eagerness creep at his gaze. There was something that held him back however, you cursed internally before moving against him once again. You made sure your wet body was straight on him, vulnerable and shaken. "I get scared down there myself. Please, I gave up trying to run away long time ago...I just- I want to be taken care of. I want you around me."

"I can't, I-"

You fabricated tears. "P-Please, I'm so scared so alone. I want to feel alive again, to feel people again." You moved your leg against his hip, allowing your hips to move against his groin as your thigh squeezed lightly at his side. Trying not to smile when he gulped harder and looked over at you, you knew he cracked.

They always did.

"O-Okay."

"Okay?" you asked innocently.

"I'll bring you up after Sato leaves."

You let out a dramatic sigh of relief before thanking him by his ear. Hugging him, you made it a point to act scared as you squeezed him thoroughly. Deadpanned and uninterested at his shoulder, you were disgusted and wanted to move off of him holding you but you let that happen.

Tonight.

Tonight, you were going to leave.

And no one, not even these two idiots were going to stop you.

"I needed one more thing Eric," you whined gently by his ear, snuggling your nose into his scent as a way for him to open up move comfortably with you. He did and you grinned.

"What?" he breathlessly asked, his hands already starting to roam your body over the robe. You wanted to throw up. Before he could get to your ass, you moved his hand up, pulling a little away from him.

"Before I can do anything with you," you started off cute again, acting shy, "I needed a few things. Otherwise, I won't be comfortable."

"Anything with me?"

You nodded, giggling a little shy with your façade. "I trust you with me," you said lightly before disrobing your chest a slight bit. Revealing a slight tease, you could practically see the man's morality skip out the window as he shook his head in agreement. Eric though he was about to willingly get what you had been fighting off from all the men and women that had guarded you in this house...your body for their taking. "I want you with me," you finished, lying as you closed your robe again.

"What's taking so long?" Sato barked, turning at the locked doorknob.

Eric barked back - actually barked back.

You glanced over at the side of the door, seeing as the fog in the air dispersed a bit and Kennah, your dead boyfriend stood leaning against the door with a smirk. Smirking back at the fragment of your imagination, you looked back at Eric who asked, "What do you need for you to become comfortable."

You put on the most adorable smile you could. The more harmless you looked the better.

Kennah gave you a thumbs-up and you tried not to slip out with your cunning smirk.

"I'd like to grab some things. A tooth brush of my own, some hygiene preparations, and a razor. I want to be prepared for you tonight."

Eric swallowed. "I don't think I co-"

"That way, when I meet Jules, I'll be more than ever refreshed and she'll maybe even bunk you up higher in her trustee list," you piped, pouting, "I just really really need this and I know that you're the only one nice enough to help me."

"I'm nice?"

You nodded.

"I-I-"

"Please?"

"I can't let you out of here."

"Come with me," you tried, smiling gently.

Kennah snorted, rolling at his eyes as he looked down at his bleeding finger nails. You didn't pay attention to him as you focused on the reality before you. You focused on what was real.

"With you?"

You nodded again.

The man looked skeptical. "I want you there with me. I want you to trust that I won't run away from you-" you bit your lip, "at least not tonight. You've still have me all of tonight, alone, and in your bedroom."

Eric was the one nodding now.

Kennah grew shocked, yet amused that your plan worked. Smiling, he leaned off the door before disappearing quick.

You focused on the man before you 100% now.

"Where would you want to go?" he asked, caving in.

You grinned. "A convenient store a few blocks down sounds about right. We'll be in and out."

-

Namjoon frowned. "A convenient store a few blocks down from our dorm sounds extremely wrong. We'll never get in and out of there without being noticed."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, nudging for him to move out and follow Jin who was already hopped out of the large tinted car that carried all the boys. "Just go on Namjoon-ah. Head out with Jin and hurry. We've got to get to the dorm and the more you waste time nagging the situation, the more time will in result be wasted."

"I've been having a hard day," Namjoon snapped lightly, mumbling to himself as he got out of the car like a child throwing a tantrum. "I swear if I get noticed in there, I'm dragging all here to come torture you so late at night as well."

"Yeah yeah," Yoongi waved out, about to sleep along with the others that were already knocked out on each other's sweating shoulders. The boys were exhausted from the rehearsals that it didn't take more than ten minutes for every one of them to start catching sleep in domino effects within the walls of the car. "Just go and grab some toilet paper. Trust me, at the rate Taehyung was eating today, we're going to need it in the morning."

Grumbling, irritated, and already so stressed from the scolding and events that occurred with BangPD this night, Namjoon tried to register his steps and only his steps as he followed Jin who was smiling sleepily in the man's direction. Pouting slightly, Namjoon couldn't be frustrated with Jin as he stayed by the older one's side and moved close behind into the lit convenient store. Seeing as it was barren and barely congested by people, Namjoon grew a little more relaxed the minute he followed Jin past the long-streaked aisles that held so much.

"We need toilet and," the man gleamed tired, shoving Namjoon back towards the aisle they had so easily packed, "Ah! We need razors."

"Why would we-"

Jin almost shuddered. "Don't ask."

Namjoon tried not to grin at Jin frustrated and disgusted before nodding and doing as he was told. Moving towards the crappy razors and female products, Namjoon tried not to get sidetracked by the figure that stood by the end of the aisle. Staring over at the person, his brows jumped high at the attire of the individual.

Nothing but a silk robe was on the person's skin. The only thing protecting them was a black oversized jacket that lay on the shoulders of the shivering person.

Namjoon wished to ask if the person was okay, but caught her bare feet move quick towards the exit of the aisle. Watching her, he grew distracted, grin placed, Namjoon stared at the ass of the person walk to the counter.

His smile fell when meeting the face of a man she was clearly with. Rolling his eyes to himself, Namjoon moved his fingers out for a choice. Any choice at this point would've sufficed, but he struggled as he kept looking over at the two at the counter.

His brows furrowed so deep when the man held the robed individual's wrists hard. Tugging and pulling away the minute both paid and moved for the exit, Namjoon was shocked as he tried to look past is hood that hid most of his face. Gawking at what he just saw, the man looked over his shoulder a few times to see if anyone else saw the roughness the same way he had.

This wasn't some couple arguing. This was different.

Namjoon could see bruising all over the person's body.

Fingers moving off of any razors, Namjoon moved to the end of the aisle, watching more of the dragging occur before him as the two-mysterious people left. Frozen, the leader barked out a slight scream when a sudden hand went to his shoulder. Jumping and almost dropping down a hold stack of chips along with his turn, Namjoon swallowed hard when seeing Jin trying not to snort out a laugh at his reaction.

"What's wrong?" Jin asked, brows jumping before looking at the aisle next to him.

"N-Nothing," Namjoon piped, smiling forced.

-

"N-Nothing," you piped, smiling forced.

You struggled to release yourself from the hold the man held on your wrist. Allowing him to drag you towards the alley where he had twirled his car so fast into, you tried to play up the innocent card but noticed that his uneasiness ruled out any of your facades. Eric was scared to have you in public where you could easily call for attention.

You didn't however, smirking when he brought you to the car and almost had you pushed into the back. He wanted to lock you back in the car so you could go back to the dreadful place. He wanted you to be back there, fucked by him, and then tossed into a cell for the middle of the night where 'Jules' finally made her appearance to eat with you? Why would she want to eat with me, I have no idea. It's not like I'm going to say anything or reveal where the USB they all want went. Never in a billion years would I betray Kennah like that. Never.

"Thanks," Kennah piped, smirking as he stood right behind you.

You ignored so hard, focused on Eric who man-handled your frame so well. Pushing and shoving, you almost cried out loud but refrained from it as you pulled out a sharp box cutter from your jacket's pocket.

Eric's face fell. All the blood in his eyes, cheeks, and lips vanished.

"Y-You-"

"Yes babe," you piped, finally allowing yourself to smile the way you wanted to. No longer cute, no longer innocent or vulnerable, you allowed yourself to be free and in the open. "Looks like mr. dumber here got himself into a little trouble by trusting me."

"I don't understand."

You wanted to roll your eyes.

"I'm going to stab you in the jugular now and run," you piped, smiling kindly before waving your fingers as a bye. Before he could register or even react, you watched Eric's eyes go wide but you didn't hold back. Slashing the weapon you stole and opened within your robe by the aisles earlier, you allowed for the man's blood to touch your hand as you yanked the weapon back away without difficulty.

Eric fell backwards, clasping his hands over the open wound as he choked, his eyes so wide. Stumbling back, you found it your mission to take this to your advantage. You ran.

You ran, weak, cold, shivering, and bloody. You ran with a box opener with muscles from the neck slightly hanging off the sides of your fingers. It was disgusting and you knew people from across the street were watching in confusion. You didn't make a scene as you flashed your head around, getting out of the alleyway.

You needed a way out.

You needed a car.

Glancing over at the tinted van that stood in front of the convenient store, you grinned so freely, so triumphally when seeing that the door was slightly open. Two bodies were crowded by the side, starting to go inside with the little bags of grocery that they carried.

You ran.

You ran towards them and the car.

Knife up, hair a mess, and desperate, you were ready to make an appearance for anyone and everyone who sat peacefully into that car.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" you screamed like a crazy person, yanking the door open and jumping in so quick.

Kennah was running by your side suddenly, his eyes insane and worried as he shook his head for you to stop. You simply screamed louder, not wanting to see him.

"N-No No No, Y/N this isn't a good-"

You landed into the car, facing bodies that you didn't expect to face.

There were sudden jolts of seven bodies in front of you.

Some awoken from their slumber, while others were already awake; eyes so soo large when staring.

Your face fell, voice silenced when seeing their faces from the light of the car the minute you swung their large door open.

Kennah was back, his knees crouched before you gawking at all the familiar faces. You watched as he was shocked just as much as you...

"USB," he whispered before disappearing from your view.

"Wait, you're the band on the USB," you blurted breathlessly.

Before any could react-more importantly-before Jimin could scream, you blinked. Weak, alarmed, and finally letting it all hit you in one go. You had been tortured, beaten, torn apart for information. You wished to leave, to escape, and when you did, you tore up a man brutally only to run over like a maniac and do the same to the passengers as a threat if they didn't drive. But. But these boys...these seven set of eyes looking over at you weren't what you expected.

You blinked. Slow, hurt, and defeated.

You heard a soft, "sleep" from Kennah's voice and it hit you. A wave of darkness.

"Please don't stop the car," you whispered gently.

-

"Please don't stop the car," you whispered gently.

Namjoon watched in horror as the box cutter fell from your bloody fingers. He didn't know what freaked him out more. The fact that you knew about the USB and said they were on it, or that you almost attacked all of him and his members with a weapon bought from a convenient store.

"P-Please," you whispered again.

Your eyes rolled back into your skull, your weakness kicking in as all adrenaline let loose.

Namjoon watched as you fell straight into Jin's arms before them all.

The minute you fell, the door that was slightly open behind you closed fully.

Namjoon, being the leader, looked over at all the members that were terrified. They looked confused, revolted, and slightly uneasy as they looked at your ass that struck out in the open from the fall you had. Seeing Jin failing to bring the fabric down to cover your unconscious form, it was Jimin whose voice was quiet and serious.

He broke the silence.

"Roll her body out and let's go," the innocent-looking boy spoke out.

Hoseok snorted slightly, trying not to laugh in such a horrendous situation. Swallowing up all of the humor of the situation, Hoseok grew serious as he whacked at Jimin who rubbed in pain at his head.

"She's in trouble," Taehyung whispered.

"She almost killed us," Jungkook reminded, eyes wider than ever as he was yelling. "Remember?! Like it just happened a minute ago! She had a box cutter ready to treat our forehead's like carboard!"

Jin noted the weirdness of your words before you passed out. "She seems to be in trouble and she also sounded like she recognized us before she passed out I-"

"Can we leave?" Yoongi barked, "I want to go home and sleep. Just roll her out like Jimin said."

They were all arguing now. Jin barked back, "Min yoongi!"

The man snuggled into his seat, shrugging, "Throw the box cutter out with her."

"I'm scared," Jungkook whined, hugging into Hoseok who sighed and held him back.

"I am too, please just slightly push her out. Leave the door open and as the car starts moving she'll drop out herself. You won't have to feel bad for doing it."

"Park Jimin!" Jin barked.

"I say we take her and ask what she needs...she has wounds on her legs and arms," Taehyung whispered, staring over at the bare skin of yours he could see. He tried not to blush when staring at your butt cheeks that were close to be propped out again. "Even her sensitive lady parts seem bruised."

"She's a freak probably. Can we leave n-"

"YOOOOOOONGGGGGIIII!"

Yoongi grinned at Jin's frustrated howl.

"Guys, I think we-" Hoseok was interrupted by Namjoon who finally spoke.

Everyone shut up the minute the leader finally let his two cents in.

"What hyung?" Taehyung was the one to ask, seeing how shocked Namjoon's stressed form looked.

He didn't look at any of them before sliding open the partition and looking over at the confused driver. The man was confused over all the yelling and rustling in the back of the ride. Namjoon made sure to keep the man in the dark as he sternly called for action.

"Drive to the dorm sir," Namjoon said lightly, glancing over at Jin trying to cradle you without dropping you straight to the floor, "...make it fast."

Jungkook. Jungkook couldn't believe such words as his frightened eyes stared back at you in Jin's arms. The maknae was beyond scared...at this point, Jungkook was wishing to transport himself through time with his eyes wide open.