"Curses, Y/N," Jungkook murmurs, quickly tying the last knot of bandages just above the curve of your hip. Immediately, he pats down your shirt, like you were a cow who was 'Good to go.' You can't help but complain.

"Um, ow!?" You knock his hands off and carefully check your clothes to make sure you survived whatever just happened for the past thirty minutes in repulsive car filth. When you think of what happened, you are shocked that Jungkook still hasn't noticed you.

Just look at your outfit! How could he ever resist? Aren't you adorable? Contrary to the unsuspected face popping in from the opening door. Still, Y/N, your hands are at your back, you can barely breathe, and you are laying defenseless to a girl your age in a jacket smoking the mess out of a cigarette.

But even you don't understand what you're seeing.

She is wearing black ripped skinny jeans, a skimpy tank top, and a leather jacket with diamond-backed shoulder plates and sleeves. Ah. That was it. She wasn't Cutesy-Adorable like you. Nope. She was Bad Girl Smoking the Crazy-Out-of-This-World Hot, completely not like you. You find yourself pouting at her sudden appearance.

The girl puts a tall black boot heel into the van in front of your face. Your mouth falls open at the rudeness. She doesn't bow or slightly nod her head, much less pay you any kind of attention at all.

You suspect she also had something to do with Lacey's kidnapping, and the growing distaste that persistently lurks in the backside of your throat.

You didn't express your worry for Lacey when Jungkook reassured you that perv—well, creepy psychos take her off the streets all the time. But it was all too suspicious when Jungkook got punched, you were then injured, and the both of you were kidnapped in the back of a rat-infested van to meet this . . . this son of a bane . . .

This deviled threatening-your-existence-in-ever-finding-true-love wannabe has you fully agitated. Her eyes were deadly and menacing when she was completely transfixed on Jungkook.

A sly grin creeps across that perfectly symmetrical face sitting literally inches away from your own. "Lisa," Jungkook says casually. "Are you still G-Dragon's sex slave?" There is a rebellious glint in his eyes.

Your brows furrow. Not only can you believe he actually said that, but another resounding thought comes strictly to mind: They know each other?

This turns off Lisa, and the smirk she once broadened across her catlike face disappeared faster than she would've been able to claw out Jungkook's eyeballs and eat them for dinner. "Not. His. Slave." Her breath is seething through gritting teeth, fists clenched till knuckles white.

"I can see why, though," Jungkook says, ignoring her mini outburst. "You're hot."

WhaT? That's it, you're done. D-O-N-E.

YOU HATE HER. Your ears fume with invisible smoke. Because she's somehow cuter than you? How can that be?

This Lisa-girl seems taken with the compliment. She rests a black gloved hand overtop her knee so she can easily pull at one of Jungkook's earrings. She sticks out a tongue to lick her red lips, staring directly at Jungkook.

"Have to admit." The girl purrs, revealing her catlike acrylic nails. "It's been a long time, Jeon since we've . . . dabbled."

You've got to be joking.

"Uh, hi," you butt in. "Lisa, is it? Whatever. Do you know why we're here? And possibly where I can get some painkillers?"

Thank God, Lisa finally notices you. "Why, you got an owie?" She purses her lips at Jungkook, as if ready to kiss him, but she's still talking to you. "You're a lamb, sweetie, being led to the slaughter."

Your eyes get watery in sheer frustration as you bite your lip. And Lisa laughs at you. "She's so innocent. Why did my father choose her again?" And you affirm a tear legitimately streaks your face visibly for this witch to see. Lucky you.

Jungkook understands you for once in your life. "That's a matter of opinion," he says bluntly. "What do you want, Lisa?"Jungkook thrusts his own boot to push off Lisa's from inside the vehicle. Like he was protecting you almost.

"Mm, it's not what I want, Jeon," Lisa says, leaning around profanely. She then graces your chin with her nails and leather glove for you to look at her, as if to inspect your condition as a transferred prisoner. "It's what Daddy needs."

You knew the exact implication and heavily slide your chin off her nail.

Jungkook shouldn't have snapped, because Lisa is a devil.

She turns dark on Jungkook in an instant, pulling a serial killer interrogation glare that would have made you cry, fall to your knees, then pee yourself all at the same time. She nods her head at him, drawing daggers from her eyes. "Where's your leader?" She strikes Jungkook across the face.

You cut back a muffled gasp.

"Somewhere you won't find him." Jungkook's voice remains level, touching his jawline where he was struck. It would later bruise.

"Are you okay?" you try to whisper. But you both knew it sounded more like a whimpered whine from a two-year-old girl who was about to indecisively pee herself, I mean, come on.

It is revealed, however, instantly, that you shouldn't have said anything at all. Knowing your fragility, Lisa immediately sees opportunity in utilizing your insecurities to her advantage. This here was exactly what you were afraid of. A father leaving his little girl to toy with her emotions to move her where he wanted her to be in life.

Imagine a simple business trip growing into a year's worth at a time with piles upon piles of work with towering success. But rejecting everyone who cannot even surmount to such activity in a little amount of time.

And now, here you were, faced with Lisa moving you like a chess piece, just like your fickle father had for the last eighteen years of your life.

Lisa grabs your arm to drag you out. It hurts so bad you wriggle and scream. "Shut your mouth," she hisses, tossing you to the concrete.

"Jungkook!" you gasp for air, the flaring rib pain knocking all the wind out of you.

"Let's go, Jungkookie," Lisa threatens, lowering her combat boot onto your stomach. "One." And when she starts pressing, you feel your lungs closing in on you. "Where's RM?" Jungkook doesn't respond, and Lisa sneers. Her heel lowers, digging into your side as she applied more force. You cry out.

"Two." Lisa cocks an eyebrow at Jungkook, who is now considering his options a little more carefully, as he is witnessing your painfully contorted face. Lisa presses into you again, and something cracks. You are holding back tears, and you scream out in agony.

Say something, Jungkook. AnythinG.

For Heaven's sake, lie for all you care.

"Thr—"

"I don't know," Jungkook blurts. It was more of a muffled, superior grunt, but enough to stop Lisa from beating the living daylights out of you.

"Don't make me laugh, Jeon," Lisa says, stepping towards him and leaving you frozen on the coldly cemented concrete. "They tell you everything. You're his bloody son."

"Ha. They set you up," Jungkook muses. "The chances in finding the two of us vulnerable in the middle of the road? None." Jungkook lifts his tied hands up at Lisa. "You can't touch us."

This angers her, and she begins to pace and sorrily consider.

But so do you. You always let people manipulate how you feel based on the circumstances of what they want or think about you. When are you going to stand strong, Y/N? Now, or never?

Your ribs were literally killing you. But Lisa's feet were right in front of you. The opportunity was fate. And with that, you just had to try. Mustering the guts you were sure had been smashed in the process of escaping, you initiate attack mode like you did on Jungkook earlier that night.

There was an unknown sense of strength you had that no one has ever truly experienced, one triggered by all-out rivalry and fury. Forcing both knees into your chest, you repel forward and allow your feet to kick into the ankles of the girl, who was trying to stressfully light another cigarette.

"Ah!" Lisa lurches into the van and into Jungkook's awaiting headlock. They remain face-to-face for a good thirty seconds. Perfectly, Lisa is out of breath and slightly disoriented. She says between breaths, "Careful, honey, you don't wanna get burned. You're playing with fire."

"Mm." Jungkook laughs, flashing the most devious smile you have ever seen cross the face of anyone. "You're hot and really pretty. But I never loved you." With that, Jungkook bangs her head off the van floor, and Lisa slinks unconscious to the wet, concrete cement.

"BlackPink's a cult. And your father's a demon," Jungkook spits.

And you sigh shakily as your head drops into your shivering body. It happened too fast.

"Jimin should be here shortly," Jungkook sighs.

"Okay," you whisper. You were cold and tired and your face was damper than usual . . . Were you . . . crying? Why was this so hard for you to take in? You just helped save the day, despite your fears of confrontation.

"Hey," he somewhat yells, which slaps you from your freezing coma of fear. "You'll come with us, okay?"

You want to shrivel up and legitimately die right now. But you breathe in and out. "Why?" you manage with a less sturdier voice.

"You want to be kidnapped again?" he says.

"Well—"

"Then please be quiet and do what I say," Jungkook scolds. He doesn't even let you finish your sentences. And if you should guess, his attitude was just as bad as Lisa's. You stood up to Lisa, so maybe you can stand up to this bully too. Which means you've made up your mind. You will openly talk to the grinch.

"So, is it true?" you begin, sitting up width-wise of the car.

Jungkook glances at you menacingly. "Is what true?" he says, the whole situation seemingly pushing him on edge.

"That this was all a setup?"

"Why would I do, if I can just talk?" His expression is unreadable when he lets out the saddest thing your ears would ever hear. "I'm only twenty-one," he says thinly. ". . . And she's been at my throat for a thousand years."

You finally realize that this girl really had it in for him. Somehow, you find it in your heart to sympathize for the boy. "Wow," you think aloud, "must be hard for you, with her and the Dragon after you like that."

That in itself makes you want to cry again.

But Jungkook shakes his head, like a spasm of thoughts had just mushed all at once through the center-core of his brain. Like he was shaking off his problems in a single instant.

You start to feel bad, but decide that avoiding triggers would be best. "Next question. Who's RM?" you continue. "And you mentioned a Jimin?"

"Friends," he answers shortly.

You nod the conversation along. "It appears that they are family, if I'm not mistaken." You glance up at him in the trunk, because your next question you were very hesitant to ask about. But you did all this standing up today.

You couldn't possibly hold back now. You go for it. After all, it really was the question of the night. "What are my connections to all this? And why was I kidnapped off the side of the highway?" you risk bluntly, even though you know he wants to kill you.

Jungkook breathes through his nostrils. "You know I'm not explaining that."

Worth a try.

"Okay," you say slowly. "Um. What about your sis—"

"You're testing my patiences, Y/N, so I suggest you shut it," Jugnkook warns out of nowhere, leaning into the van and facing a wall inside the trunk. "I wasn't joking when I said I would shove a sock up your . . ." His voice trails off, but you know what he was going to say.

And your frustration boils. "Do you have to be so rude?" you raise your voice for the first time in your entire life. Your hands are tossed quickly over your mouth. Because that was . . . exhilarating. You needed that.

"Wow." Jungkook merely chuckles and drops his head. "Didn't know you had it in you."

You are utterly offended. "Well I can be mean when I want to," you say, sticking your chin up like it retained a sense of dignity. "I kicked Lisa, didn't I?"

"You kicked Lisa?" another voice sounds from behind you. A boy with nut brown hair and a wickedly handsome face sizes you up while panting with the cutest chubby cheeks you have ever seen.

He was bounding towards you like a wild little puppy. "I don't know another girl who has ever kicked Lisa's butt. No one has gotten close enough to her to do that except for Jungkookie."

You look at Jungkook and raise an eyebrow. "Jungkookie?" You had to mentally kick yourself from laughing.

Jungkook looks at you sternly, then pleadingly at the much shorter yet also very muscular boy too. "Hyung, untie me," he whispers, a sound hitting a note of whining.

You grunt in quiet laughter. How could he easily switch to being all rude to you and all, "Hyung, save your baby," to that guy?

"Sorry," the boy says, flushing and scratching the back of his head. Quickly, the boy fumbles with the rope and a small pocketknife. He works swiftly and moves hurriedly to you. He kneels down beside you and starts cutting ferociously. "So, what's your name?"

"Uh, Y/N," you manage slightly, still in pain.

"That's a pretty name," he says, his eyes brightening like brown twinkling stars.

You blush.

"Jimin," he responds. It makes you smile, because it was a cute name, you have to admit. But oddly, it sort of sounded like Chim Chim to you. Why? You don't really know. Some things in life are just meant to be left unanswered, you guess.

"There you are."

You wiggle your wrists to get the circulation going. Massaging them, you only feel how deep the rope had penetrated your soft, delicate skin. The marks were purple and would probably redden later. But for now, you had to focus on getting off the streets of this scary-looking area.

"So, is that her?" you hear Jimin whisper to a now stretching Jungkook.

Jungkook nods coherently. "Mhm."

"And are we taking her?" Jimin questions, glancing at you sitting against the van.

"Have to," Jungkook says, looking up at Jimin. "It's what RM would say."

"Right," Jimin says. "She's a hot one though." He points a thumb in your direction as Jungkook numbly rolls his eyes. With that, Jimin slowly approaches you once more. "You have to come with us, dear."

"I know," you say. "But my ribs are cracked and my head is aching . . . I don't think I'll be able to make it wherever you're headed."

Jimin licks his lips and smirks deviously. He was suddenly looking you up and down. "Not a problem at all. I'll just carry you."

Sure, okay. "Wait what?" you say out loud. If you had water to spit, you certainly would have spilled it. It's just . . . how, though? Was he . . . hitting on you? Phfft. He wasn't joking about the hot thing, you realize. But you?

The boy must've ran his hand through his hair at least seven times before saying, "You heard me." Instantly and easily, the boy scoops you up. With one arm fastened at the bends of your knees and the other at crooks of your arms, Jimin lifts you effortlessly off the ground.

His breath on your face in such close quarters startles you, and you exhale loudly.

He laughs. "I'm irresistible, aren't I?" he states more than questions.

There's an innocence about them you haven't quite uncovered yet. But this doesn't stop you from looking.

"Mm, it's a long walk, so you can savor me slowly," Jimin says, breathing into your face.

Jungkook gags, rolling his eyes once more. "Let's just get the he . . ." Jungkook's frustration slightly boils. "Let's get out of here."

ALRIGHT IT'S POSTED WORLD. Lol
Author's Note: Guess who this pretty is? Lalisa is obviously the sweetest idol you would ever meet, am I right? She's not mean at all, but I thought it would be a nice twist so ya lol

- Comment and vote if you would like to!

- YES, the title did change because I thought what was 'coming,' (not to spoil any of it) was important, when in reality, do I really need to state that? Gives away too much! Alright thanks for your time again!

Signing off as your tricky cat,

MC ^^

- Alsoooo, aside from your BTS biases and whatnot, which did you like better so far? The ferociously formidable, gorgeously handsome Jungshook, or the tempting yet tolerable, adorably electrifying Park Jimin? Honestly, I'm curious to hear what you all think.

UNEDITED BUT WILL BE REVISED. Ty.