Sure, I had a lot of assumptions as to what Taehyung would do upon seeing Y/N's mother restraining me against my will, but shooting her directly in the forehead was not one of them.

"Taehyung," She had sung upon seeing him, "I have her here!"

And then, BAM!

She flopped down right in front of my fucking eyes, like an action movie.

Déjà vu, again.

Now I was sitting in the back of Taehyung's jeep, my clothes splattered with brain fluid and blood while my hands grasped a brown vomit bag. It was already filled with whatever I had eaten prior to getting jailed.

I looked towards Jungkook, who had come along with Taehyung and was sitting beside him in the passenger side seat. He sent concerned glances at the blonde driver, who looked like he was on a mission as he drove the car at an incredibly fast speed, whizzing past cars filled with innocent civilians.

I couldn't say much, I had just finished the day by robbing a number of banks and people of their cars.

"Hey, Jungkook," I called weakly, bored of the tense silence in the car.

He turned to me with a curious expression, "Yes?"

"Do you mind turning up the radio?"

"Sure." He replied quietly as he turned towards the radio and pressed the touch screen to increase the volume. Ironically, the song that began playing louder matched the man in the driver's seat pretty well.

"Cause you're hot then you're cold, you're yes then you're no..." I awkwardly sang to myself along with the song lyrics that seemed to be making Taehyung tense up with each word, "We fight, we break up, we kiss, we make up..."

"Will you please be quiet?!"

I turned to the mirror to see Taehyung glaring at me through it, "Do you really think you should be singing at this moment?!" He hissed furiously, gripping the steering wheel with such strength he could have bent it.

Immediately, Jungkook's hand reached towards the radio to turn the music down. "Sorry, that was my fault, sir." He excused quietly to Taehyung, obviously trying to keep me out of trouble with the blonde man.

"Hey!" I cried out as Katy Perry's voice drowned into the silence, "That's a good song and they never play it on the radio!"

Last time I had heard it I was like six.

"I don't care!" Taehyung yelled back at me as his eyes glanced between mine and the road several times. "I know what you've been doing all this time!"

I was quiet for a moment, wondering what he meant before something came to mind.

"Breaking the law and harming innocent civilians?" I replied obliviously.

"No!" He spat, "You've been going behind my back!" Jungkook twisted around in his seat to send me a sympathetic expression.

I looked past Jungkook to shoot Taehyung a frown, "What?"

"You've been behind my back with that...that," Taehyung stuttered in anger as he tried to figure out what to call Yoongi's hair color, "that stupid, green haired man!"

Wow, he finally pieced together me and Yoongi's involvement.

The hair color was off again, though.

I wondered whether I should've just admitted to him that I was with Yoongi. Maybe as a side note I could've told him that the whole universe he thought he was the god of was just the imagination of a twelve year old.

It was unlikely that Yoongi would allow that. He'd probably pop up in the seat beside me and glare at me for the whole ride back to Taehyung's place.

I'd seen enough of his glares in the fanfiction.

"I haven't been with a green haired man, brozo." I lied plainly, leaning back into my seat like a tired middle school student, "Your premature dementia is just kicking in." My eyes wandered to the tinted window beside me and I watched as the buildings crossed my view.

"You have!" Taehyung insisted furiously, looking like he was about to implode in infuriation, "I've seen him with my own two eyes!"

"Look," I reasoned finally, my hand placed out in front of me like a surrender flag, "If you get me a sundae from MacDonald's, I'll answer all of your questions."

"There," Taehyung grumbled as we rolled out of the MacDonald's drive thru, "Now tell me who he is."

I took a large scoop of the caramel sundae that was in my hand, relishing the familiar taste on my tongue after so long of not having it. My mother was a frugal woman, and considered delicacies like ice-cream to be for the rich. She hadn't sacrificed the four dollars for ice-cream since I was a child.

I was quiet for a second, swishing the creamy liquid around in my mouth with my index finger perched upwards, "I..." I began in suspense, noticing Taehyung's anticipating gaze in the mirror, "Don't know what you're talking about."

"Liar!" Taehyung screeched, his voice cracking, "You said you'd tell me, and I know he's there! I've seen him!"

"Sir, calm down, please." Jungkook urged, looking towards me as if to advise me to shut my mouth, "Y/N, it's true, there is a green haired man you've been talking to." His eyes begged me to come out with it, but I couldn't.

"I'm serious," I replied, shrugging my shoulders as I scooped another spoonful of ice-cream into my mouth, "I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe I have amnesia or something."

There were several moments in which Taehyung was burning holes into my face through the mirror, watching me consume the sundae blissfully, before he finally slammed a hand on the dashboard.

"That's it!" He ordered, "She doesn't leave her room until she tells us!"

I raised an eyebrow, "You my mom or something?"

"Jungkook," Taehyung commanded the brunette, "the handcuffs!"

My eyes widened significantly at that.

Jungkook sent me yet another sympathetic frown as he took handcuffs out of the console and twisted around to place them unto me. I allowed him to clamp them down on my wrists as any more resistance would probably end in my death and Yoongi's disappointment.

I took a glimpse of the metal constrainers and was reminded yet again of my previous kidnappings. The handcuffs in the car were new, though.

"You guys are into some kinky shit."

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"Oh come on, guys, this isn't cool!" I called out through the door of Jin's room, knocking loudly against the wood. Somehow, they had managed to bolt it shut from the outside. Not a single one of the men, despite watching me get carried away, had come to my rescue.

"Namjoon?" I grasped for someone to take my side, knowing Namjoon was probably the most likely to rebel as he'd already done so before, "Come on, you know this is bad."

When that didn't work, I tried something else.

"I have nothing to do in this room guys!" I tried to reason, "And it's pink!"

Once again, that didn't work either.

Pussies. I sighed as sunk down to sit on the carpeted floor, dejected.

"I hate pink."