Walking in the clouds unknown. Drop down oh I will never go, never go, never go. Floating like gravity has grown. Reach down to a deep deep hole, deep hole, deep deep hole. Standing on a world outside. I'm a shark in a love landslide.
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Tugging...scratching...pulling...threatening to let go; but gravity keeps me held. Bodies pressed against one another's. Watery eyes blinking, pooling off to rest on the sheets below me. Hot breath and moans kept inside the cracks of the wood. Laughter and groans mixing as the smell of sex lingered.
My eyes widened to the building in front of me. There was no safety net behind me on this one. There wasn't a chance of someone dying... There was just me, and the man I called father. Let's go.
"Halt!"
I held my head up, letting my hood roll off my head; a smile plastered to my swollen lips. "hey boys~."
"tell him she's here."
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(Jimin's POV)
The thought of (y/n) and Yoongi going at it made me sick to my stomach. He doesn't deserve someone as perfect as her... Someone who has the brightest smile in the worst situations, softest laugh that was strange yet addicting... (y/n) deserved someone she knew everything about... Someone who knew everything she liked and how she felt.
She deserved me.
"it was (y/n)'s choice Namjoon." Yoongi said as he continued to dress himself. "listen we don't have time to talk about this we need to go stop-."
"no we don't." I said making Yoongi turn in my direction with a questioning look on his face. "she needs to do this by herself; and you know that." I said roughly then clearing my throat so that my emotions would not show that well.
"I'm sorry." Namjoon began as he chuckled and placed his scarred hand on Yoongi's shoulder. "there is no way she would sleep with someone like you."
Yoongi scoffed as he threw Namjoon's hand off of his shoulder. "have youlooked in a mirror lately?"
I found myself chuckling from Yoongi's statement causing Namjoon to shoot me a look. "sorry Namjoon." I shrugged agreeing to Namjoon's new oddappearance.
"she still loves me no mat-."
"when was the last time (y/n) told you that?" Yoongi interrupted as he began walking up to Namjoon's tall figure. "because I had her screaming it all nigh-."
It happened faster than I thought. The sound of Yoongi's face being punched echoed through the groaning wood of the small cabin. I clutched my hands together knowing that this was just the start of something. "Namjoon we don't have time for t-."
"shut up!" Namjoon screamed as he leaned down over Yoongi's heaving body. I watched in fear as a smirk crawled to Yoongi's bleeding lips.
"wow you punch like a girl." Yoongi taunted; my eyes following Namjoon's tensing muscles as he reached for his gun.
"Namjoon don't!" I screamed as I grabbed the gun from Namjoon's hand. "think what (y/n) would want okay!?" I was having enough of this school girl fighting. Sure (y/n) was an adult, she could make her own decisions... No one is allowed to force themselves to her...no matter how bad you want to be that other man... "we have a mission to carry out and we need both of you." I added earning a raised eyebrow from both men.
"you make that sound like you were going to do something-."
"who has the gun here." I say as I raise the weapon with a threatening gaze. Watching the two raise to their full stances as I cocked the weapon. A smile crawling to my face from the rush of power. "can we go now?"
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(Y/n)'s POV)
"well if it isn't my precious baby gi-."
"Cut the crap Johnathan. Let's talk terms." I say as I slap my hands down on his desk. My body burned with anger as I stared at the man that caused all of this pain and suffering. But if I wanted to kill him...I had to get close.
He chuckled as he softly shook his chair. "you really are like me." He cooed as he stood to his feet, my body following his movements. "what terms are we talking about here?"
I crossed my arms to my chest as I stared at his crusty mustache. "Easy. You give half of your shares to BTS and Got7 and you don't die."
There was a soft silence circling the room as he stared at me. For a moment I believed he was going to take the deal; that was, until he began wheezing in laughter. I sighed in frustration as I watched the large man walk back to his chair. The floor shook as he threw himself into the black leather; still wheezing. "you really are like your mother." He said as he leaned forward with a dark smile on his lips.
"and how's that?"
My eyes widened as he leaned back and pointed a gun in my direction. The barrel of the gun staring me down as my heart raced.
"stupid."
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(Taehyungs POV)
"How long do we wait until we move in." Jungkook questioned as he paced in front of me. "we're ready right? We have the weapons? Numbers? HOW ARE WE SUPPOSE TO KNOW SHE EVEN MADE I-."
"she's there." Yoongi finished as he stepped through the door with a burning look on his face. His eyes flashed onto mine as he settled into his feet. "we can move now."
"he's just saying that because he wants to fuck her again." Namjoon says making the eyes of everyone in the room to widen at his appearance and choice of words. "oh my bad." He scoffed as he lifted his hand up, eyes scanning his new flesh. "I'm back."
"how are you even aliv-."
"Hoseok!" I said through gritted teeth as I turned to his rude comment. "it's good to see you Namjoon. Yoongi how do you kn-."
"because we were a good block away from the building and she left in the middle of the night." Yoongi said as he crossed his arms against his chest.
"he just wants to fuck her again..."
Those words spun in my head as I stared at the two. I glanced at Yoongi's bleeding lips and lip bruised neck; swallowing at the thought of (y/n) doing that to him...good thing we aren't related... I think to myself as I situated my legs beneath me.
"so we leave now? What if she made a deal with joh-."
"that doesn't matter." Jaebum interrupts Jimin as he sits erect. "we all want Johnathan's head on a plate."
And his place behind that desk... "he's right." I say as my thoughts run wild.
"no he isn't." Jin spoke up as his fingers moved through his hair. "we need to know if she made a deal to getting out of this blood bath or not." He said making Jaebum lick his lips and sigh in anger. "you know I'm right."
I look down as I try and picture how everything will go down. There would be gun fire everywhere. Alarms blaring... Blood pouring... screams echoing... This wasn't going to be pretty or easy. My eyes glanced down at my fake arm as I thought back on the day I lost the real one...
Johnathan's men did this... I let them slip pasty me and I was taken over... What if it happens again...? "we'll give it a day. And if we haven't heard anyth-."
"BULLSHIT!" Jaebum screamed; his men lowering in fear. "we're moving in-." he paused as he gestured towards his men that lined the walls of my office. "whether you're with us or not-."
"you'll be killed in minutes- worse; seconds." Namjoon scoffed as he stepped towards Jaebum. "face it man. You need us." His fingered jabbed against the growling man making my nerves stand on end for what might happen in the next brushes of eyelashes...
"are you saying my men aren't capab-."
"no." Namjoon said flatly as he crossed his arms back to his chest. "I'm saying that you need us. Simple as that."
Jaebum's eyes flashed with anger as he threatened to step closer to Namjoon; my fingers playing with the cool rim of my gun as I watched the two. "we don't need yo-."
"I'm sorry." My eyes flicked to Yoongi's voice. "do you know every nook and cranny this building has?" He asked rhetorically as the air in the large room heated. Silence kissed everyone's ears before Yoongi chuckled. "See. You do need us."
"no one moves until daylight." I say as I lean off of my desk and towards the middle of the room. "tomorrow is the day... the day Johnathan dies."