~Killing me Softly~ BTS gang au

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A mint haired man stands at the foot of my bed, watching me cautiously.
I've been moved out of an infirmary and into an actual bedroom.
A smile ghosts his lips as I grow uncomfortable under his gaze.
"Can you not look at me?!" I snap, agitated.
His eyes crinkle as he laughs softly.
"Oh I'm gonna have fun with you." He breathes out, wiping away a tear from laughter.
"And if I'm lucky, I'll get to you before Jimin." He says with a pathetic smile, but a dark look is in his eyes.
He walks over to a dresser and pulls out some folded clothes.
He chucks them on my lap and rolls his eyes when I stay unmoving.
"Put these on." He commands me.
He continues to stare me down and I grow squeamish.
"Turn around." I say as I unfold a shirt.
"No."
I look up at him.
"What?" I ask, not willing to change in front of him.
Once again he rolls his eyes and looks me in the eye.
"Change. Right here, right now." He commands.
"NO! What is wrong with you-" I freeze when he lifts his shirt just enough to show the handle of a gun, sticking out of his black jeans.
"Change." He mumbles.
I finally comply and change my attire all the while not looking at him.
I look up and he smiles softly with satisfaction.
"What a good girl." He whispers before walking in of the room.
"Come on. The boys want to see you. Don't worry... not all of us bite" he says.
Okay seriously what does that even mean.
I look down at my bright white shirt and baggy sweat pants and decide that it's modest enough.
"I swear to god Syuna, come on!'' I hear the mint haired man yell out in the hallway.
I guess I don't really have a choice.
The only thing I can do now is to do what they say.
But no matter what happens.
I will do two things.
Justify Sehun's death.
And get the hell out of here.