The Ringleader | knj

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My eyes slowly adjusted and opened, as if I was high on some type of drug.

I managed to vaguely inspect my surroundings: the back of a slow-moving vehicle, possibly a van, travelling through open roads and surrounded by two sluggish looking men who's facial expressions instantly altered after meeting with my presence. My eyes then faded back into the darkness for another 5 seconds before I could finally glimpse closely again.

"Look she's waking up!" one voice shrieked.

"I can see that," another less enthusiastic voice murmured.

"I know hyung but still look, our very own victim, right here in front of us!"

"You say this like you haven't done this 154 times before," the other voice amusedly scoffed.

"Yeah but every time has a special meaning you know," the previous voice uttered.

"You're a completely different breed," the other sighed wearily.

I managed to gain complete control over my body and instantly opened my eyes to meet the faces to the devilish voices of whom I'd assumed to be my kidnappers. I repeated the words 'kidnappers' again and again, expecting a more bigger panic to arise at this dangerous life or death situation I was literally faced with, but to my surprise I felt nothing.

That was until all the feelings rushed in at once and I simply couldn't contain them...

"WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE? WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE? WHO DO YOU WORK FOR? ARE YOU GOING TO KILL ME?? PLEASE I'VE DONE NOTHING WRONG IN MY LIFE FOR YOU TO TAKE IT, I CAN BARELY KILL A FLY!!" I hyperventilated out to the people in front of me, until I had to force myself to take a deep breath so that I didn't completely lose it.

As if they'd just encountered the type of creature you'd find upon a UFO, their jaws hung low and their eyebrows raised high, sitting there in silence- in almost awe of what lay in front of them.

I stared at them curiously, awaiting an answer, but also intaking their features.

The one directly opposite to me was fairly lean, his chiselled torso peaking through his ebony blank tank top whilst his heavily inked arms folded intimidatingly over his lap, as if connoting his seemingly dangerous demeanour.
However, as minacious and capable-of-murder his body appeared,  his face completely juxtaposed that!
He had a delicately rounded face with soft plump lips which glowed a pale peachy colour, complimented by two silver lip piercings that continually sparkled within the light.

His jaw was cleanly cut, but one thing that seemed to be the most intriguing was his crescent-shaped eyes, so carefully crafted, so brightly lit that one could discover galaxies imprisoned within them if they looked close enough.

The one to the left of him appeared more slimmer, but none-the-less the tight fabric of his shirt seemed to engulf his torso, accentuating and toning his well crafted body. His face was very hard to decipher, for without his honed piercings and face tattoos, he looked as if he was still finishing middle school!

His skin was youthful, so smooth and delicate, not a pore in sight.
If he somehow mutually knew me I definitely wouldn't hesitate to ask for his skin routine... but he wasn't, he was my kidnapper.

One of them, to say the least.

"Well, she's something new," he chuckled, his piercings jingling together as his lips turned into a faint smirk. His voice had a raspy tone to it, making it insanely attractive to listen to.

"Right? They usually don't say a word until we reach, let alone a paragraph!" the leaner man grinned, his silky plump lips beginning to curve upwards into a small grin.

I raised an eyebrow, contemplating their words.

"Reach where?" I nervously asked, in a more calmer yet intimidated tone.

"How long 'til we reach Yoongi?" the other figure asked, completely ignoring my existence.

Yoongi, mr poreless guy, swivelled his body around, as if to check on the driver of the vehicle and carefully turned to face me again.

"About another half hour," he cooly replied, slipping what seemed to be a phone from his pocket and began to text frantically.

"Reach where?" I asked again, a little more aggravated but still very anxious about the outcoming of whatever the intentions of these two semi-harmless faced, semi-a-monstrosity-of-a-man bodied goons had for me.

Usually, a victim of kidnapping wouldn't dare to talk back to their assailant, but I on the other hand, although quite heavily petrified of the two men that sat in front of me, found the few innocent like facial features that they possessed to also make them not so scary at the same time.

"If its not too much trouble... can I get an answer?" I muttered, instantly regretting my words.
Young and fresh were their faces, but at that same moment my recollection of the many incidents where the murders had baby faces, crossed my mind.

In conclusion, I was doomed.

My palms grew sweaty as the boy opposite tilted his head curiously, a smug little smirk placed upon his little rounded face. However, it did not match his once cheerful and comforting aura.
I was certain that the galaxies in his eyes had now turned into the fiery pits of hell.

Something that could've easily been avoided if I'd have kept my mouth shut.

But why should I? I had every right to know, being the victim here and all.

"Oh, you wanted an answer babe?" his high-pitched voice seemed to growl. His eyes grew darker and mysterious by the minute.
I gulped, nodding.

"We're taking you to the boss, no biggie," the slimmer one casually shrugged, still scrolling through his phone.

"Hyung, how many times! We're meant to be intimidating and take no questions!" plump-lips hissed. The other one rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"Oh please, give it a rest Jimin. What do you want the poor girl to do? Shat herself? Don't waste it on her. Besides its too early to be intimidating," the youthful man yawned, gleefully smiling as his eyes shut for about a  millisecond.

My jaw dropped.

On one hand, I was completely bewildered by the calm and collected nature of the other kidnapper, constantly thanking God in my head for still being able to be in this world rather than with several bullets shoved into my left atrium, yet on the other hand, something didn't feel right.

Why were they so laidback?

I mean... they hadn't even tied me with rope, covered me in head to toe with duct tape, they just, let me sit as though I was a passenger.

Who were these guys?

And what were they planning on doing with me...