Bloody Waves of Seoul 1 & 2 | BTS gang AU

2. Intimidation at first sight.

"Everything" 

RM crossed his arms with a stance of authority, slightly leaning over her, his posture all hard and puffed up, probably thinking he could intimidate her into speaking, something she didn't fail to notice.

"Ok, I will start from the beginning. I was born 26 years ago..." She said in a melodramatic tone.

"Come on, stop with the irony," RM said while placing his palms on the table in front of her, clearly annoyed, his dark voice a slight tone heavier.

"You are 26? You look like 20," 

Said a guy that hasn't spoken until now, furrowing his eyebrows, weirded out. He was tall and handsome with big cheekbones, light brown short hair, slightly longer in the front, enough to cover his forehead, his neck covered around with astonishing detailed tattoo pieces.

-J-Hope we are in the middle of a job here" RM cut him off, smashing his right palm on the table, making the metal of the chain jump and crush on it.

"To the point." RM continued impatiently, annoyed by the fact she could jump from subject to subject, avoiding him and his questions and redirecting his attention elsewhere.

"Do you know why one of the two biggest Yakuza clans operating in South Korea is after you?"

Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating from the surprise.

"So that's where we are... South Korea... Ugh, it's so hot here! ...Wait, they are after me? And you brought me here? To their nest? What were you thinking?" She yelled at him then froze momentarily as a thought hit her.

"Unless..." she took a second to process the information that they gave her. 

Looked at them once again, one by one. They all had tattoos, and their appearance wasn't exactly screaming good guys—quite the opposite. 

Their guns were also half-visible through their clothes, from the bulge they formed onto the fabric.

 But what she was looking for was something that they should all have in common in order to confirm her theory. None of their visible tattoos looked the same in any way. They had all kinds of styles, probably depending on their personalities or preferences. 

As she was processing them, she caught a glimpse of the back of their necks in the mirror wall behind them. It probably was a one-sided mirror, as most interrogation rooms have. But that was irrelevant. 

Right upon the napes of their necks, there it was. The only tattoo that all of them had in common. She obviously couldn't have seen it while facing them.

The corners of her mouth upturned to form a smirk, her eyes sparkling with intrigue.

"You are the other yakuza clan," 

She narrowed her eyes to RM while laying back on the chair with satisfaction, as much as the handcuffs allowed her.

They all stayed silent for a few seconds, probably from disappointment with her unexpected discovery. As if they didn't want her to find out. 

Not yet, at least.

"So you got to me before them. But why are they after me?"

"I was hoping that you knew that. We had you looked up. We know all about your past and family. There seems to be nothing involving you with this world. However, you understand that a mob house wouldn't move around half its members stalking you for no apparent reason. You should consider yourself lucky we got to you first." 

He talked with confidence, deeply staring at her. Though his crossed-arm posture showed that he was either hiding something, either he was lying about something.

"Hah!" She laughed ironically, "Lucky? Maybe they wouldn't have me right now in a basement with a hundred degrees and handcuffs. What's with that anyway? You know I am unarmed; like there is a possibility I can take down all of you, unlock the door and run up -where there are probably more guards- leave unnoticed and stupidly wander in the streets of South Korea taking selfies like a tourist without a care in the world."

Three of them snorted.

"Hah, she is funny. I think it's safe to unlock her." A blond thin guy with astonishing symmetrical features looked at RM like he was considering it as he crossed his arms and leaned on the wall beside him, his narrow eyes scanning her and falsely telling him that the only thing deadly about her is her snark.

"No, V. We won't." RM refused strongly, annoyed with the time consuming, pointless chit chat. "Our guest here is displeased with our hospitality. Let's rectify that," he said, narrowing his eyes in a challenge, his tone slightly mocking at the same time. 

"Take her to the third floor," he said as one of them approached her to cover her eyes with a blindfold. 

She stared at him the seconds before the fabric reached her eyes. His face was simply beautiful. Almost as stone cold and emotionless as hers. His skin pale as hers, his cheekbones sculptured from marble yet slightly rounded.

 But she noticed something interesting in his eyes. Intense indifference. She looked back at him and gave him the most apathetic look she could as a response. 

You will be my toy then, a misplaced distraction, a challenge; she thought as everything went black from the dark fabric. She felt two pairs of hands holding her arms down, while a third unlocked her cuffs from the hoop on the table, but not from her hands. 

She could feel the height difference that the two men pulling her from her arms had, from their movements, and their pace. 

A weird feeling of curiosity was taking her over, as clearly something was amiss. 

Their behavior didn't seem threatening to her, even though they tried hard to appear so. Maybe they actually knew things about her, as they said. Their questions and actions, though, were a whole other story. Unjustified, intriguing.

Misleading.

Let's stay a little bit to find out.

She thought as the door's lock was heard, followed by several footsteps on the concrete floor, including hers.