I waited for something to happen. To get stabbed on my chest. My eyes were shut tightly. I didn't want to see how my death is going to happen. I waited and waited. A pair of hands unwrapped mine from the knife blade.

I opened my eyes and found Jungkook standing between me and Taehyung ,and his big hands were enclosing mine. He unwound my fingers which were tightly gripping the blade ,while looking in to my eyes from his chocolate brown ones. Jungkook removed it from my hand and threw the blood dripping metal on the table. I stared at him not talking from my mouth but eyes , Why did you do that? I twitched my muscles while scrutinizing his face trying to read his emotions.

" Guys, guys. We got to think about it before we do anything. One false move and we are done for" Jin stood up from his seat and glanced at the rest of the gang who were still glued to their seats. Taehyung's sneer grin was replaced by a disbelief and somewhat shock inside it. Bet he didn't see that coming,

" Such a trouble maker"

Yoongi stated and shot me a dirty look, with annoyance growing on his face. Trouble maker? Well that's middle name Yoongi. I rolled my eyes and remained silent.

" Namjoon,"

Jin called an unfamiliar name while glancing at the blonde who was still staring at me from his seat. Namjoon huh, so we can put an end of the " learning the gangsters names" lesson now. However ,Namjoon seemed to be lost in his thoughts, he was thinking hard like he was struggling between his thoughts. He look up to Jungkook and gave him an order.

" Jungkook, Lock him up in the black room. We need to discuss this matter. And make sure he can't run away"From the way, he's talking it was obvious that he's the leader of the gang.

Jungkook nodded and laid his mystical orbs on me, clasping my arm. His iron grip on me didn't give me any chances to escape neither I tried to escape. Why? Cause I'm fucking done for god damn sake. He dragged me away from others, leading to where Namjoon ordered him to take me to.

The name black room really means it. It was pitch black inside. Before he could push me inside I called him in a low voice.

" My hand is bleeding "

" It's not my fault, get in!"  He rudely pushed me inside making me fall flat on the concrete. I hissed as my palm hit the floor, making contact with the opened cut on my hand. The metal door closed with a loud sound , letting the murky curtains surround me.

It didn't leave me any chances to see what the room looks like. If only I can find a window or a small crack to escape this place. I stood up and slowly walked to the edge of the wall. I traced my hand against the wall trying to find a way to escape. Where the heck the air coming from? There should be a way,

I was making a futile attempt to find a way to escape since I couldn't find any windows or anything. After searching the whole room for about three damn times, I sat on the floor, completely giving up my mission to find a way out. I blew to the cut in my hand. God, It's hurting like hell.

I froze as I heard a low creak sound. Forgetting how to even breathe, I listened carefully.

What is it? Is there something else is in this room with me? 

The sudden grip on me made my heart jump. A hand covered my mouth making me muffled.

" It's me, be quite"

The familiar voice of Jungkook spoke to me. He let go of me after moved my head up and down with a surprise, hinting  that I won't scream. His breath brushed my neck since he was so close to me. Jungkook's hand snaked to my wounded hand , taking it to his.

"Is it this one?" I hummed as he breathed into my ears. My stomach jolted as I felt the warmth of his breath on my skin. A hiss escaped me as he wind up my cut with a bandage.

"It'll help you stop bleeding"  Only his breathing and voice made me believe that he was here, right infront of me. I could sense the somewhat concern on his words. First this guy rudely pushed me and now the same guy comes and treat my cut. He's strange.

" What are you guys going to do to me?"  I sensed his absence. I could no longer feel his hands on me ,nor I could hear his voice anymore. Did he leave? How come? without making a noise?

These guys are so mysterious.

I thought about it. What will happen next? They were confused because of my act, but I don't think they will spare me just like that.

Has my life ever been normal? Once again I dived into my thoughts. No never, it has never been normal even once. I heaved a deep sigh talking with my mind.

Will dying be difficult?

I don't know what got into me a couple of minutes ago. It was a mixture of feelings, hopelessness, wrath, exasperation , You name it. I couldn't believe how much of agony daggered my heart.

I hugged my knees and hid my face , sinking in to deep thoughts. Slowly I started getting a little drowsy. Without even knowing, I was dozing off because of the weariness of my body.

Suddenly the door opened with a loud bang, blasting a high amount of fresh air. I couldn't bare the brightness coming through the doorway. I held my hand up to my forehead, trying to get a clear glimpse of the doorway. Two figures came inside, stumbling towards me . I couldn't say who is who cause I was still adjusting my eyes.

"Get up!"

I heard Taehyung's deep voice as they stepped near me. My legs were cramped because of staying in the same position for a long time. Seeing my incapability of standing up , Taehyung sighed and pulled me up making me stand on my foot. He forced me to walk through the room by holding from arm with a firm grip.

I saw the other guy was Hoseok as we walk out from the black room. I was glad it wasn't Jimin, cause every time he's near me it made the whole situation worse ten times than it already is.

Here we go again.

I was brought to the round table where the rest of the gang was sitting except for Jimin. I caved myself to an empty seat without sparing a glance at anyone. As I got seated I looked at who Jimin was leaning on the wall with crossed arms with an irksome look on his face.

Expect for his killer look, there was a kind of cuteness in his face. But of course, I wouldn't dare to tell him that, cause It had no difference between signing my own death warranty.

I felt like crawling under the table feeling exposed infront of some  hot looking gangsters. I feel like I got naked infront them.

" We are giving you two options" I straighten my back as I heard Namjoon's words. They are actually giving me a chance to live? This can't be good either, there's something fishy going on. I bit my inner cheek, trying to overcome the anxiety which was wreaking me.

Namjoon placed his hand and started tapping the wooden desk as we talked face to face.

" Option number one, you can die"

" How on the earth is dying an option? Are you freaking serious?" I threw my hand on the air furiously as he said. I scoffed and shot him a nasty look.

"Well, you looked pretty enthusiastic about dying you know?" Yoongi said in a mockingly way, placing his legs on the table. His lips were formed in to a smirk. Hoseok pushed me back to my seat in a rude manner.

" Sit!" He snapped at me.

" I'm not a dog to sit as you say!" I shrugged off his hands away from mine.

" Shut up! You are making me kill you this instant!" Jimin banged his fist on the table making me stop talking.

"Jerk!" I muttered to myself snorting at his behaviour.

"You really don't know when to shut the trap do you?" Jungkook asked.

I just rolled my eyes not caring about what he said. I swilled my head to the blonde guy.

" Can I hear the second option? Is it to kill me?" I asked sarcastically with a sneer.

" See, he loves to die! Why don't we just give him what he wants?" Yoongi chuckled patting their leaders shoulder. I grind my teeth but waited for Namjoon's answer.

" Second one is..well you can join us!"

He must've lost his mind if he actually thinks that I'll agree on that option. Me join them and get labelled as a criminal? I rather kill myself than doing this.

But wait Y/n,

What about everything you wanted to find? What about your father's last request? This would be my only chance to find what I want. I'm lost father ,

So should I accept the offer? Would that mean I will have to kill people and do all sorts of things the criminals do?

"Are you saying I should either get killed or kill people like you guys do?" I asked Namjoon flatly glancing at him.

" Correction, We don't kill people as you think, we may do illegal things, but we don't kill innocent people" Jin interfered the matter fixing my sentence in a correct way. I scoffed as he said so ,

" Oh, of course, you don't. That's why you tried to kill me" I sarcastically answered Jin. I could see Jimin's fists curving to a ball as he looses his temper because of my attitude.

" Who said you are innocent eh?" Taehyung sneered me making my eyes roll at him.

" We'll give you ten minutes to decide what to do, starting from now " Namjoon tapped his wristwatch, hinting me that he was god damn serious. But before he begins, Jimin interrupted him.

" Make it five. I don't want to waste my precious time on him!"

Yeah yeah, the precious time he could spend  torturing and kidnapping people like he just did now. It must be in his daily routine,

I was not sure if I wanted to do this. My mind was tangled with various thoughts that kept me in the edge. I looked at the most advantageous chance. I need to find answers. I looked at Namjoon and inhaled some air before I spoke.

" Fine! Alright. I'll join you!" I said before I could again switch my thoughts.

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