Shit.

I whipped around to face the door again, just to check that Jackson wasn't standing in the doorway like some psychopathic Ronald Macdonald wielding a bloody knife.

Satisfied that he wasn't, I turned to the screen again. I clicked 'enter' despite not typing in a passcode just to see if Yoongi had left a hint.

He had not.

Of course he hadn't.

"Um.." I drummed my fingers against the keyboard thinking, "1,2,3,4?" I pressed each key and pressed 'enter', and was disappointed to see that the computer had rejected it.

So Yoongi wasn't the lazy type with his passwords, obviously.

"Hentai..." I mumbled as I typed it into the computer, only for the system to tell me it wasn't the right password again. Looking over my shoulder again to check if Jackson was there, I twisted the office seat around so I could sit down on it.

I pressed my lips together as I typed, "Porn?"

That also wasn't his password.

If you're wondering, 'virgin', 'furry', 'titties' and 'feet' were also not accepted as his password. Trust me, I tried them all, typing each of them in only to see a big red 'X' displayed in my face. Of course, not everything I tried was a reference to something sexual; I tried everything from 'agustD' to 'Ihavecripplingdepression2211' and nothing worked.

Luckily, the computer didn't lock me out for getting it wrong so many times.

I twirled side to side in the chair for just a moment as I wondered to myself what I would put as my password. I had had many things with passwords in them over the years – hand me down phones and laptops, emails, and also this little locker thing I had back in 2008. Each of the items had passwords ranging from 'pinkie pie' to my birth date to random numbers to names of my crushes – one of them being George Weasley from the Harry Potter series.

Wait.

I set my fingers on the keyboard again and typed the ambiguous name of the one person I knew Yoongi had had a crush on before he met me, and just as I thought, the computer allowed me entry.

125th times a charm, I supposed.

I immediately recognized the site that came up. The nostalgic white and orange that I had been visiting since I was 13 years old and the familiar large letter 'W' appearing in the corner; the home of amateur authors and their array of mostly horny fanfictions – Wattpad.

And there it was displayed on the site - the book I was stuck in.

In the corner was 'Mafia' printed in bold black letters on the cover of the book, which was essentially a picture of Taehyung with photo shopped abs. The craftsmanship was lacking, but the idea was definitely there. Beneath it were the lines and lines of storytelling I had suffered through for the past few days.

I slid the mouse across the table, trying to find where the 'eject me from the story please I beg of you' button was. As far as I was concerned, Wattpad never had those, but then again they definitely never had buttons in which you'd be placed inside the story, but here I was.

As I was squirming the mouse around I heard footsteps. Loud, demanding footsteps. I knew it was Jackson.

I hurried to pull myself out of the chair, quickly locking the computer again so Jackson wouldn't be able to get into it. The computer screen went dark and in the reflection was Jackson Wang, holding none other than my mint haired guardian writer in chokehold.

I whipped around to face the both of them, surprised that Yoongi had in fact not been killed. He looked back at me in desperation as he struggled to free himself from his younger brother's grip.

My eyes met Jackson's, and he smirked, "What? Didn't think that I'd keep your lover alive?" He squeezed Yoongi's neck harder between his forearm and elbow, chuckling as Yoongi tried to claw his way out, the rest of his body dragging against the floor.

"I knew I'd need a hostage," Jackson taunted, "How else would I get you to do what I wanted?"

He added, "And what better person for the job than my backstabbing brother?"

I stood my ground, "Let him go, Jackson." I hissed. He was right, however. I wasn't going to leave Yoongi hanging in the balance. I wouldn't run away.

I also had no weapon to fight.

"Let him go?" Jackson snorted out an evil laugh, "Why would I do that? He owes me."

"He didn't kill Y/N, Jackson." In a way, he did, but he didn't mean to. It was indirect murder.

Jackson's eyes narrowed, "Yes he did, and if you want him alive, you'll do as I say."

"Just go!" Yoongi chocked out from Jackson's grasp, wheezing as Jackson increased the pressure on his neck for speaking. "Exit the boo-!"

"Not to mention," Jackson cut Yoongi off with a swift pull of his arm as he glared at me, "You killed my father."

"I was coerced to do that by Taehyung," I shot back, "You can't blame me for that."

Jackson placed his free hand into his pocket and pulled out his gun, targeting it straight into my face.

"Well it doesn't matter now...does it, Briar?" His glare was nothing less of threating and the barrel of the gun placed in my line of sight only added to that. "Get on your knees."

My brain begged me to do what he wanted me to, but my heart told me not to do so. It wanted me to stop the man in front of me. Sure, I never listened to my heart because it was dumb as fuck most of the time, but this time was different.

If I died in the story, it'd be a pretty noble way to go out, right? My life outside of the story was a long road trip of mindless boredom, and here I had the chance to do something honourable. I was going to try and save Yoongi and myself, and Yoongi could see it in my eyes.

Without allowing myself to think about it, I came lurching towards Jackson with my palm out flat, horrifying Yoongi and disorientating Jackson as I used my hand to slap the gun out of Jackson's hand with a loud "Kaya!" in the same way as I had hit Taehyung not a week before.

The gun fell to the floor with a loud clang, and Yoongi, who briefly looked surprised at my success, immediately flung into action, pulling his brother's loose arm away from his neck and smashing it against the doorway. I marvelled at his speed as he picked up the gun quickly and turned it against it's owner.

Jackson screeched in pain and fell to the floor, clearly shocked and confused from the turn of events. He looked up at both Yoongi and I in absolute shock, and I was honestly feeling the same. One moment he had been the bad guy with the gun and the hostage, and now he was on the ground with the gun turned towards him.

I had successfully disarmed him.

Take that Taehyung, my kaya hit isn't awful!