You had been sitting at the dinner table for about fifteen minutes, contemplating your options. The waitress had given you your water and hadn't pressed you about your appearance or why you hadn't ordered anything. She could tell that something was wrong, but she didn't feel the need to pry, which you were incredibly grateful for.

You circled the straw in your water and sipped occasionally, thinking about what you could do. You had no idea where you were, for starters, so you couldn't very well find your way back home. No money, no phone, no car. Things looked bleak. If you could somehow get access to a phone. Maybe you could ask the waitress? She seemed nice enough and if you amped up your sob story, she might take pity on you.

Before you could think of anything, something caught your eye in the window. You turned your head to see a car making its way down the street. No, make that two cars. Two black SUVs...

You nearly knocked over the water cup, you jumped up so fast. You looked around frantically for somewhere to hide. You couldn't hide in the bathroom, they would find you there. There was nowhere else to hide, except perhaps the kitchen. You wasted no time and bolted behind the bar. You sat down and pressed your back against the kitchen door, out of view from any customers. The waitress suddenly appeared behind the door and looked at you in shock.

"Wha—"

"Please, I'm hiding from my ex-boyfriend." You whispered pleadingly. The waitress' eyes moved to the door when the door opened. Your heard three pairs of feet step into the building and felt your entire body tremble in fear when you recognized the first voice.

"I swear, I saw her in the window." Jungkook hissed.

"Well, I don't see her." You heard Jimin retort. You felt a tear slip down your cheek as the waitress gave you one last look before walking into the view of the boys.

"Look around for her, now. If she was here, then she'll be hiding somewhere." Suga snarled. You physically shivered at his voice. Fear and panic made its way into your throat as you heard the waitress greet them.

"Hello, please have a seat wherever you like and I'll be right with you." She said politely.

"We're not here to eat." Suga snapped. His footsteps came closer as he stepped up to the bar.

"I'm sorry, sir, but if you do not buy anything then I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The waitress said firmly. Suga continued to speak, as if he hadn't even heard her.

"We're looking for a girl. Was there one in here earlier?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we have had quite a few customers tonight. I'm afraid I don't recall all of them."

"She'd be about this tall, wearing a black dress, and looking like she'd just been through a dumpster." Suga cut her off again.

"Again, I'm afraid I don't recall—"

"Who does this water belong to?" Jungkook's voice cut her off this time and you gritted your teeth. You forgot that you'd left the water on the table.

"That would be my water. I was taking a break." The waitress replied smoothly. You closed your eyes and thanked the gods for sending you here with her. You heard footsteps return and recognized Jimin's frustrated voice.

"She's not in either of the bathrooms."

"Are you sure it said she was here?" Suga asked again.

"Yes, positive. And Jungkook claims he saw her too. That means she has to be here."

At that moment, you realized you couldn't stay put. You had to move. You got down on all fours and started to crawl further into the kitchen. You could still hear their voices, but you could no longer make out what they were saying. Once you were sure you were out of sight, you stood up. You looked around the kitchen and saw a maintenance closet with extra uniforms.

Something Suga had said made you uneasy.

Are you sure it said she was here?

'It' he had said. Why had he said 'it'?

Then it clicked. They were tracking you. It was the only explanation for how they had found you at Rey's apartment, and then again at this diner. There was probably a tracker sewn into your dress. It was the dress that you had borrowed from Jin's closet, so you knew that this had to be the only explanation.

You made your way to the maintenance closet and pulled out one of the extra uniforms. A simple white polo shirt and a flowy black skirt. You changed into the uniform and held the black dress in front of you. You had to get rid of the dress to divert them.

You opened the back door to the diner and stepped outside. You looked around to see a dumpster on one side of the building. You crept around the corner and peered out to the main street. You saw V and J-Hope waiting outside the two cars, both of them looking grim. You inhaled sharply and backed away from the corner. Looking around again, you were at a loss for what to do.

Then, another stroke of luck started rolling down the street. A dump truck.

You grinned in maniacal relief as the dump truck made its way down the street and stopped outside the diner. As quickly as you could, you tossed the black dress into the dumpster and hid behind the building as the worker jumped out of the truck and made his way to the dumpster. You listened to him grab all the trash and dump it into the truck. You peered back behind the corner to watch the dump truck lumber away, taking your dress with it.

You quietly reentered the diner, tiptoeing to the door between the kitchen and the seating. You listened at the door, careful not to make any noise.

"Look, stop lying and tell us where she is." Jungkook was shouting.

"As I told you, sir, I don't know what you are talking about. There is no one in this diner besides you and me. Please, I must ask you to leave." The waitress snapped. Jimin suddenly let out a cry of shock.

"Wait! She's not here. The tracker moved. It's going in the opposite direction, away from the street." Jimin exclaimed.

"She must have escaped out the back door. Come on, let's go. She can't have gone far." Suga ordered. You heard the three boys exit the diner. You didn't reveal your position until you heard their cars turn on and drive away.

You breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door to the kitchen. The waitress looked up and stared at you in disbelief.

"Girl... you have the craziest boyfriend." She said in awe. Your face split into a smile and you started laughing. You collapsed against the wall, clutched your throbbing hip, and continued to laugh until tears started to fall down your cheeks. The waitress continued to stare at you like you were crazy, and you probably were, but there was still a flicker of sympathy in her gaze.

"I can't thank you enough. I wish I had something to pay you with, but as you can see, I really have nothing." You gestured down at your body. The waitress shook her head at your offer. "Also, I'm sorry about taking this uniform. They attached a tracker to my dress." You mumbled sheepishly. The waitress' eyes widened and she put a hand to her forehead in shock.

"Okay, yeah that's some next-level crazy. I'm just happy I helped you get out of that situation. What's your name?" She asked amicably. You hesitated before answering.

"I'm—Ava." You said stiffly. Something kept you from giving her your real name. You weren't sure why, but giving her your real name seemed dangerous. Until you managed to contact the police and truly get away from the Bulletproof Gang without a shadow of a doubt, you would have to be cautious.

"It's nice to meet you Ava, I'm Rebecca." The waitress said kindly. "Listen, this may be overstepping, but would you like a place to stay tonight? My shift is about over, and I'd be happy to let you stay at my house if you don't have anywhere else to go."

Your shoulders seemed to sag in relief at the thought of sleeping in a bed and no longer being plagued by nightmares of those men.

"Are you an angel?" You said with an awestruck smile. Rebecca chuckled.

"Well, if I am, then I got ripped off because I don't even have wings." She joked easily. You let out a weak giggle as Rebecca smiled warmly. "You look like you've been through hell and back, so I really don't mind helping you out until you're back on your feet." Rebecca said kindly. You felt tears well up in your eyes and you had to force you lip to stop trembling. This was the first true act of kindness you had received in weeks. You had forgotten how much you craved normal human interaction. You hadn't realized how lonely you'd been...

"Thank you..." You whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek. Things were finally looking up for you.

One Week Later,

You propped your legs up on the coffee table while Becca returned from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn.

"Okay, so what are we watching?" You asked as you turned on the TV. Becca sat down in next to you a little too rough, making a couple of kernels fly out of the bowl. You grabbed one that had flown onto your lap and popped it into your mouth.

"I don't care, girl. I'm just in the mood to vegetate until I can't see straight." Becca said, stuffing a whole mouthful of popcorn.

It had been an entire week since you had escaped from the Bulletproof Gang. You had tried your best to settle into a rhythm, but it had been more than a little difficult to say the least. You were plagued with nightmares almost every night, and your body had yet to fully heal. You had a massive bruise on your hip from when Rey had thrown you over his shoulder, and the remnant of bruises on your chin, neck, and head.

Rebecca, or Becca, had been nothing less than a saint. When you woke up screaming or crying, she said nothing, asked nothing, prodded nothing. She simply held you until you stopped crying and then brought you a glass of milk with honey to make you feel better. You learned that she was a student studying education and her part-time job at the diner was to help pay her rent. She was kind and funny and everything you ever needed in a friend. You knew she would make an excellent teacher.

You flipped the TV to a romantic comedy and leaned back against the couch. As the movie started, you shivered a bit.

"I'm going to get a blanket." You announced, getting up from the couch. You walked back into the bedroom when you heard the doorbell ring. You tensed on instinct, but forced yourself to relax. It was getting easier to stop being so paranoid, but you had to be conscious about it all the time.

"Pizza's here!" You heard Becca yell as she got up from the couch. You smiled at her enthusiasm and collected a fleece blanket in your arms. You made your way out the door as you listened to the conversation at the door.

"Oh, hello, I'm sorry I thought you were the pizza guy." Becca was saying. You couldn't see the person behind the door as you walked back into the foyer. Becca hadn't opened it fully.

"That's alright. I was hoping to get your help on something." A man said on the other side of the door. Something in the man's voice stirred something in your brain and you paused before walking back to the couch.

"Have you seen a girl named Y/N? I know she lives here somewhere" Your blood ran cold as Becca opened the door wider.

You froze as Jimin's figure came into view. He was wearing a polite smile, but as soon as his eyes panned further in the house, his smile dropped. You saw a dark mask pass over your eyes and you took in a sharp intake of breath.

Your eyes darted around for something, anything, a weapon, a phone, anything. Your eyes focused on the landline, but before you could even move an inch toward it, you heard the unmistakable cock of a gun. Becca screamed as Jimin grabbed her arm and whirled her around to be pressed against his chest. He wrapped an arm around her neck and pressed the barrel of his gun to her temple.

"Don't even think about it." He snarled, shoving Becca forward so he could walk into the house. You dropped the blanket in your arms and raised your hands, your brain going a mile a minute.

"Okay, okay... calm down." You said lowly, your eyes focused on the gun and Becca's stricken face. Jimin shoved Becca forward and lifted the gun to point at both of you as Becca stumbled into your arms. You caught her and straightened her up before putting her behind you, to protect her as much as you could.

"Well, well, well... what a lovely scene I walked in on." Jimin said sarcastically, looking around the apartment. His eyes lingered on the popcorn and the paused movie. "How... comfortable and normal and... nauseating." He snarled, rotating his head to meet your eyes. Your breathing picked up and you felt Becca squeeze your arm tighter. You had to get her away from him. You had to protect her at any cost.

"Jimin... how did you find me?" You asked quietly, stepping fully in front of Becca. If Jimin got angry and decided to shoot, then you would be there to protect her.

"Oh please, you don't honestly think you're little trick with the dumpster was enough to throw us off your scent, do you?" Jimin sneered, giving you a nasty smile. "Once we found the tracker, we realized what you did. I found you the next morning."

"Then... why did you wait a week to find me?" You asked in confusion. Your hands were still raised and Jimin's gun was still trained on your temple. You were terrified of his wrath and what he would do and as you searched his black eyes, you tried to find that boy you had gotten to know the last few weeks. That man was gone as you stared at his hollow black gaze.

"You might find this hard to believe, but not everything revolves around you. You hadn't gone to the police and it didn't look like you were moving, so we took care of a few things before he decided to extract you." Jimin snapped, his words cutting deep. With his free hand, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. The person picked up after two rings. "Yeah, I've got her. Okay, sounds good." He hung up and then gestured to the couch.

"We're going to wait for him to get here, so might as well make yourself comfortable." Jimin ordered. You grabbed Becca's hand and guided her to the couches, sitting next to her, all while keeping your focus on his gun. Jimin sat across from the two of you on the loveseat, twirling the gun in his hands.

"Jimin, you can't let him come here." You whispered softly. Jimin let out a loud laugh that was devoid of any humor. "Why couldn't you have just let me be?" You pleaded.

"Because you're ours, little firecracker. You not only ran from us, but you betrayed us. You betrayed our trust and you should know by now that we don't take these things lightly." He sneered, giving you a nasty smirk.

"Jimin, please. You know what he'll do when he gets here. You know what he'll do to Becca. I don't give a damn about what he does to me, but she's an innocent in this. You have to spare her." You pleaded, squeezing Becca's hand. Jimin's dark eyes never wavered.

"I don't give a fuck. Keep your mouth shut and wait like a good little firecracker until he gets here." Jimin snapped. You inhaled sharply at his tone. He was truly furious with you and as you peered into his eyes, you realized that he truly didn't care.

"Please, Jimin, this isn't about us. This is about saving an innocent's life. She doesn't know anything, I swear. She doesn't know who I am or who any of you are. She's clueless to all of this, you have to believe me."

"What makes you think I would ever believe anything you say? As far as I'm concerned everything that comes out of your mouth is a lie." Jimin snarled, twirling his gun and then clicking it with the barrel pointed at your head. You took a sharp intake of breath and felt your blood begin to boil. As scared as you were, you knew that you would rather shoot yourself than let anything happen to Becca. She was more than just a new friend, but someone you knew you had to protect. She wouldn't last a day with them and you were prepared to fight for her freedom if you had to.

"Jimin, I know things are bad, but I like to think you know me pretty well," You started. Jimin scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You know that I am not one to beg for anything." Jimin pursed his lips. You knew you had him there. You weren't sure if you'd ever asked for anything in the weeks that you'd been with them "This time, I am begging. You have to let her go. You have to spare her. I know you're angry with me, but I also know that you have a good heart. If you let him come here, then you will be killing an innocent who just wanted to help. Please..."

Jimin glared at you and grinded his teeth. He then panned his gaze to Becca, who was shaking uncontrollably and staring at the floor.

"Hey, do you know who I am?" Jimin shot, addressing her. Because flinched at his voice and forced herself to look up. She couldn't look him in the eyes, she was so terrified.

"N-No..." She whispered. "I t-thought you were with Ava's ex-b-boyfriend." Jimin narrowed his eyes and then looked back at you.

"She doesn't know anything, I promise. Please, Jimin, let her go." You begged, licking your lips.

Jimin pursed his lips and contemplated for a few moment before finally standing up. He gestured to you to stand as well and you did.

"Okay, let's go." Jimin said. You breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Becca. She was still shaking, but you bent forward and wrapped her in a hug anyway. She jerked at your touch, but then returned your hug with a terrified vigor.

"Becca listen to me." You whispered in her ear. "You have to forget you ever saw me. You have to forget this ever happened. I can't tell you anything because it would just put you in danger. So please, forget me." You said urgently. You released her and stepped back, turning to follow Jimin out the door. Once you were in the hall, Jimin stepped behind you and pressed the gun to the small of your back.

"I let her go because I don't like spilling innocent blood." Jimin hissed in your ear. "But don't think I won't hesitate to paint these walls with yours." He finished, sending chills down your spine. You swallowed and tried to keep your face impassive and you continued down the hall.

You exited the building just as Suga's black SUV pulled around the corner. You felt your skin freeze over and your heart thud in your chest. You hadn't realized how truly terrified you were of seeing him again. You mentally signed your death warrant as the car opened and he stepped out in all his glory. He stood to his full height and made his way over to you. You had forgotten how intimidating he could be. You had forgotten how much your body reacted in so many different ways in his presence. He was the man of your nightmares and now you had to face him.

"So... little firecracker, back to face the music." Suga said in a low voice. You noticed as Jungkook and J-Hope get out of the car as well. You avoided eye contact with Jungkook. Aside from Suga, he was the one you were most scared of. You had basically assaulted him in your escape attempt.

"Nothing to say for yourself?" Suga taunted, drawing your attention back to him. You swallowed and forced yourself to meet his eyes.

"I have nothing to say to you." You said in a low voice, surprised at how confident you sounded. Suga's eyes flashed and without warning, you saw him raise the gun from his waistband.

You barely processed his movement as his arm came up and he used the handle of his gun to hit you hard on the back of your head. You gasped at the sudden burst of pain and started to fall over as black spots appeared in your vision. Strong arms wrapped around you as you fell over. Your vision dimmed and you started to black out as Suga's face appeared above you.

"You have no idea what's in store for you, little firecracker." You heard him whisper as the beetles overtook your vision and you faded into oblivion.