Here the fuck you go again; questions, interrogations, torturing.
The big three.
You hated being kidnapped under unreasonable conditions like this.
"Why couldn't you have just asked Taehyung why he has changed?" Those words flew out of your mouth, the wrinkles between your brows creased.
You were supposed to be preparing for your fucking mission. You were no better than Yunhee by this point.
"He won't tell us that kind of stuff, he's stingy" Suga laughed, "are you really that simple-minded to believe that he would just-"
"Suga" Jungkook called out Suga's name with this familiar younger-sibling tone, similar to how you called Yesung's and your younger sisters name.
"I don't know whats so special about this bitch that Tae would change so much for-" Suga genuinely sounded both perplexed and frustrated, like this had been on his mind a lot, unluckily for him, you didn't know the answer.
"Me too!" Your mouth slipped one more time, and this time it was the tiniest bit more intentional.
You did feel scared that Suga would kick you or permenenatly drive a scar across your face. But, somehow, you felt the slightest bit of comfort knowing that you'd probably survive. Probably.
"Heh, looks like it's our birthday" Jungkook half chuckled half scoffed as he peered out the car, his hands on the frame of the window as he tilted his head more, to fully see who was behind us.
You guessed it was Taeyong or Taeil, Jungwoo was probably too immersed talking to Yunhee... She was interesting, but very much in an annoying way.
You sighed to yourself, feeling a little disgusted as you let the saliva of Suga remain on your forehead.
You weren't any better than Yunhee by this point, getting dragged around, thrown off a building, spat at... You were just a rookie, however, you did have your badass moments at times.
But this? In this van? Oh no, this is definitely one of the moments in the future where you are going to bury and never look back on. Hopefully, by then, you were much more badass than you now.
"What car is that?!" Suga looked out the window, laughing, before choking on his spit and coughing.
"It's so 2017" Jungkook turned back from looking out the window with widened 'thats so ugly' eyes, "the consequence of having 20-something members in their gang is showing"
You tried to look back at what they were talking about, and saw Doyoung's bright blue Subaru car.
Of course it was Doyoung and his fucking Subaru. You could see Doyoung and the whole team arguing: Taeyong looked like was defending himself from accusations with his lips puckered out as he spoke, Jungwoo looked like he wanted to run after the van you were in as he clutched into the door handle, Doyoung was screaming frantically and Taeil was pinching the bridge of his nose as he read a 'Buddha's seven calming chakra' manuel How the fuck were the 5 of you mafia members?
"I think it matches" Suga commented.
"Wah?" Jungkook replied.
"The car is cheap, ugly and trashy, just like her" Suga eyes travelled from the window straight into your eyes.
You wanted to just run away. He forced you into a flight mindset.
At that moment the car turned around, taking a route off the main road and travelling right into the untamed bush areas.
You, followed by Jungkook and Suga who also weren't wearing seatbelts, flew across the sides of the metal van. The bruise on your face worsened as your cheek pressed into the metal lattice-like chains hung up right next to one of the windows of the van.
With Jungkook and Suga you winced, letting out curses as the three of you latched onto any grounded object that'd secure your bodies from flying across the van again.
"Was that a earthquake?" Jungkook shook his head slightly, trying to sober his mind from its current hazy/dizzy spell.
"What tha fuck was that Hobi?!" Suga yelled, throwing a nearby small packaged box of bullets at Hobi's head.
"Ow!" Hobi took one hand off the steering wheel to pat the place where the box had hit.
"BOTH MOTHERFUCKING HANDS ON IT HOBI, BOTH OR I'M TELLIN' NAMJOON THAT YOU STOLE AND RENOVATED HALF OF HIS RECORDING STUDIOS FOR DANCE PRACTICE ROOMS!" Suga threatened, motioning for Hobi to put both of his hands on the steering wheel.
Hobi let out a scoff before aggressively pushing on the golden gas pedal and running the car off of a wave-like shaped iron ramp and letting the car land, not so gracefully, onto a random spot in a seemingly abandoned railway stations train tracks. The ramp that had just accelerated the car into the air was an old building that had fallen to form that wave-like shape. And, the abandoned railway station seemed to be cut off of the main train lines in use in the country, as if the station had been closed around two generations before yours.
The van rocked from side to side at the impact of the take-off from the ramp. The sound of metal scratching and denting of the van echoed violently throughout the van. To make this echoing sensation throughout your ears worse, your right side of the body was now completely bruised, you felt almost immediate burning up swollen feeling as the van rocked less and less and you could start focusing more on your senses.
"Ahh fuck!" You groaned, hugging your body into a position where the pain was more tolerable.
Hobi's head was bloody and seemed to be smashed into the driving mirror. You thought it was dead until he turned around and in an creepy-genuine fashion, smiled with those sparkling straight teeth of his, "destination, arrived!"
You turned to see Jungkook with not a speck of glass or dust on his stark white clothing. He managed to latch onto the roof of the car through the window and keep his position there til the car landed, securing his safety.
Suga, on the other hand, had his arms swung around the back of Hobi's seat, tucking his legs in and managing to only sustain mild damage.
However, none of them looked as fuck up as you. It seemed as if all of them were prepared for the landing, like they had been through this process before.
You had shattered class combed through your hair; like dandruff appearing in the scalp after not washing your hair for a series of a few weeks... Or maybe days and hours everyone has different hair combinations.
You knew almost immediately after the landing of the van, that you'd most definitely sustained pretty bad damage to your hip and shoulder. You sustained damaged there as those were the two places that crashed into the nearby seats when the van was being shoved around in mid air.
The final blow to your body was the foot, you were pretty sure that some joint in your foot was broken.
The pain overwhelmed all thoughts in your mind, you wanted to pass out so you didn't have to consciously feel the pain.
"Um... Hobi?" Jungkook blurted in the midst of your groans of pain.
Hobi put on normal glasses with a square black shaped frame and tinted yellow lenses, "huh?"
"I... Think she's dying?" You heard Jungkook say.
He was talking about you, that fact was plain-sight obvious.
"Dying? My driving was better than last time-" You heard Hobi shuffle around before yelling a bit in shock, "GUYS, LETS GET HER OUT OF HERE ASAP!"
"Y'all can do that, I will deal with those fools coming after us before" Suga grunted as he stood up, you could see him through the corner of your eyes, "but, when I see her again, she better better spitting out what I wanna hear."
Suga jumped out of the window after saying that, two identical silver guns in each hand.
"Kay, what should we-"
"BASE, WE NEED TO GET TO BASE!" Hobi yelled over Jungkook and quickly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder with ease.
He then began running. You felt all the bones in your body grind against each other, a sensation made possible due to this man's insane talent of running.
It had been a few seconds after he began running and you were already being gently placed into a medical clinic-like nursing bed.
It felt like you had just flashed by all these different security measures and infrastructures.
It was made clear to you that every member in whatever group Taehyung was in, had a talent of speed and agility.
You were about to pass out when an orangey-blonde, tan, man of toned muscles, struck the wooden door open right after Jungkook walked through.
Blood loss, bruising, broken bones, you were all very much suffering. But, perhaps, cognitive damage to your brain? For the love of god, why the fuck were you currently STARING at the hot guy that just walked through the door?
Your eyes stuck right onto him as he placed his hands on his hips, giving Hobi and Jungkook a look that (pretty much) forced them to pause what they were doing.
This man was wearing a plain white t-shirt with light blue coloured jeans. He wore a couple of silver rings around his fingers, which didn't surprise you since all the members did the same thing. He had a couple of cheaper-looking silver bracelets and a small necklace tucked under his shirt.
He was a whole man, a three-course meal if you will: the ingredients in the meal were thoroughly mixed in, the meal was cooked through with care and patience and, so help me god, the meal was plated deliciously with luxurious commodities that just made the meal look irresistible. As Katy Perry once said: bon appetite-
"Who is sh- actually, why is the van broken- no, first of all, WHO GAVE YOU GUYS PERMISSION TO DO THIS?" The three-course meal went back and forth with his thoughts.
"I'm not your dog Namjoon, I'm a human being" Jungkook rolled his eyes, crossing his arms stubbornly.
Alas, he has a name!
"I know, a dog wouldn't be capable of the mess that is and has been happening outside" Namjoon scoffed,
"So you-"
Hobi cut off Jungkook, "she's Taehyung's... Girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend? Since when did Kim Taehyung get a girlfriend?" Namjoon frowned, the posture of his body deepening in bewhilderment.
"I would say: love of his life" Jungkook shrugged, leaning against the wall behind him, "but, she could also be his sugar baby or slut? Taehyung is a very secretive versatile guy, I don't know what he'd prefer-"
"Why don't we let her tell us what they are to each other?" Namjoon sighed, looking at you sternly.
Hobi went to cut in but you were already talking, "friends, there's not really any other way to put it, we are just frie-"
"Elaborate" Namjoon frowned.
"We sort of got close randomly? It just happened. There's nothing special about it-"
"I talked to Jin earlier. Before saying anything l'd first excuse him for throwing you out of a building, he-"
"Jin threw her out of a building?!" Hobi and Jungkook exclaimed together.
"What zero pussy does to a man" Jungkook whispered to himself, however everyone in the room could hear him.
You couldn't help but smile a little.
"It's fine, I landed fine-"
"Yes, you did land fine. That's because Taehyung... He caught you? And the two of you had this, quote unquote 'steamy moment'?" Namjoon sounded like a highschool teacher talking to his students.
"I did land in his arms but that is not a 'steamy-"
"AWWW" Hobi jumped up and down, "that's so cute!"
"Hobi, shut up, she almost died!" Jungkook shook his head
"Yep! And he was the one who saved her, so adorable-"
Namjoon was close to completely going off on Hobi, but controlled himself, "Hobi, read the room"
"So wha-" Hobi paused midway through his sentence and just sighed, "I'll shut up"
"Does Taehyung have feelings for you?" Namjoon raised a brow.
"No" you answered, your eyes not fazing at all.
You were expecting that question more than anything else.
"So he does" Hobi clapped his hands together.
Did he know? Of course he didn't, you showed no signs of bewhilderment or nervousness- oh, that's probably where you went wrong; you were too damn calm. If Jungwoo were here, he'd probaby curse endless criticism at you til he was satisfied.
"How long has he had feelings for you?"
"Whether he has feelings or not, I don't know, I'm not Taehyung-"
"And I'm not you, but I was able to tell that you lied to me just a few seconds ago. So, ma'am, how long has he liked you for?" Namjoon snapped right back at you seamlessly.
You were felt this wave of dizziness cradle your entire being, you closed your eyes are tried to lessen the feeling.
"Why is she-"
You cut Jungkook off and abruptly raised your head, your eyes shooting back to Namjoon's, "I don't like him, isn't that the most important thing?"
You weren't lying, the word 'like' was either too much or too little of a word to describe the way you felt about Taehyung.
"I didn't want to accept it when Suga called your stupid, but you just had to prove it to me" Jungkook shook his head, taking his phone and earphones out.
"Tell Jaehyun I'm fine" you quickly commented before Jungkook had the time to put his earphones in his ears.
Jungkooks movements stopped.
"Why are you hiding things from me?" Namjoon shook his head over at Jungkook, before taking out this expensively hand-rolled cigarette, snapping out a traditional silver lighter out of his pocket, this lighter had a carved dragon running around the base.
Namjoon leaned in and placed the cigar up to his lips, taking a hit. He didn't look like the type to smoke.
Namjoon then, as he placed the lighter back in his pocket, signalled Jungkook to come over with his finger.
Jungkook, looking paler than some whitewashed Asian celebrity photos, walked over to his side.
"Move, and your out" Namjoon warned.
You wondered what that meant, however your confusion ended in a quick instant as Namjoon took the cigarette off his lips and dug it into Jungkooks cheek.
You saw Jungkooks eyes water with pain.
"How long have you been 'friends' with Jaehyun?" Namjoon asked.
Jungkook answered immediately, "just, after the ball a couple of months ago-"
"Months ago?" Namjoon chuckled, "you are a part of BTS, you arent a NCT member, quit getting lost in that irrelevant tiny brain of yours kook"
"Y-yes" Jungkook responded quietly.
Jungkook looked like a whole mafia member to you, but in this scene, he looked like a child who just wanted to be friends with someone else.
"NCT and SM are not allies to us, they are no where near us. They take in anyone who comes there way, talented and not" when Namjoon said 'not' he looked at you.
"Jaehyun is a spy, he doesn't want to be your friend" Namjoon twisted his cigar more as he said that, "you have no one besides BTS, don't forget who took you in."
Jungkook's eyes matted. They looked drained from soul and spirit the moment Namjoon said that.
"He is my friend" Jungkook muttered.
The whites in Namjoon's eyes expanded, paired with this psychotic smile, "what did ya say Kook?"
"Jaehyun is my friend!" Jungkook swung at Namjoon, hitting his shoulder.
"You are so weak, I knew Jin raising you wasn't a good idea" Namjoon shook his head, looking unfazed by the hit.
Namjoon then proceeded to punch Jungkook, they battered all over his body like bullets.
You couldn't even follow one punch, let alone Namjoon's arms.
Namjoon then, with Jungkook on the ground, was about to step or kick him.
You looked over at Hobi and saw him turned away with this painful expression, his fingernails bleeding from excessive nervous picking of his fingers. He wasn't going to do anything.
You were scared, but Jungkook seemed younger than you... And as much as Jaehyun deceived you, you knew he wouldn't have been friends with anyone. And when he was acting as a spy, playing the role of someone's friend, he'd use another fake name, so the possibility of Jaehyun as Jungkook's spy friend was out.
You grabbed a ceramic mug, sitting on the table next to the side of the bed and threw it at Namjoons head.
Hobi turned over to you, stunned at your action.
The small pieces of shattered ceramic, fell over Namjoon's body like rain droplets, some piercing his skin.
You were hoping Namjoon would be knocked out, or at least injured by this, but he remained still, not even flinching at your attack.
He then smirked as he turned over to you, his eyes showed no sign of white, they looked black.
"So that's what you want" his tongue sat at the edge of his lips as he leaped on top of you and began to suffocate you.
This felt less painful than the pain already present in your body, however made even the thinnest breeze of air impossible to breath in.
You didn't even try and stop him, it was pointless.
You didn't know exactly why but you felt like someone was going to save you. For the first time ever, you actually felt as if someone was there to save you. You closed your eyes, your swollen face turning blue. You could see, as your eyelids shut, Jungwoo's determined face.
Namjoon's hands took off your neck as you thought about Jungwoo. The sound surrounding you slowly came back.
"Jungwoo!" You coughed as you regained your breath, however your guesses were wrong.
You saw Taehyung positioned on top of Namjoon, tackling him with punches.
Taehyung?
Where was Jungwoo?
Why wasn't he here saving you?
Why?
You closed your eyes once more, this time, losing complete consciousness.
.
.
You felt your whole bed shake as your alarm went off. Taehyung had bought you a new bed, following your request, however the wooden bed was so unnecessarily goddamn creaky, and shook whenever loud sounds were played. Lucky for you, your alarm was deadass broken and played at volume 100. Like its purpose was to not only to wake you up, but the whole neighbourhood.
You groaned in your squeaky silk pillow, trying to slap the stop button on your alarm.
When it finally stopped, you were prepared to go back to sleep, however something way worse than the alarm buzzing entered your ears: Taehyung's morning greeting.
Why did you have to be victim of this?
Because you were, unfortunately, saved by his ass.
Poor you.
"Breakfast is readied" Taehyung shuffled into your room playfully, holding up a silver plate with fruit parfait in the middle.
You pretended to be asleep to avoid him.
"Y/N, I rose the moment the sun woke to ready this dessert-worthy meal. Please don't ignore me, closing your eyes isn't enough to fool me into believing you are sleep-"
You began to 'snore'.
You heard him sigh and place the silver plate on your bedside table. He then went over and sat next to your body, his hand then began to slowly caressing your hair softly.
"I'll do whatever you want to make you happy, so tell me if you want to eat something else for breakfast, or, if you want me to do something for you. I'm sorry for disappointing you Y/N" He spoke clearly, before getting up and closing the door of your room.
You opened your eyes the moment he turned around, staring into emptiness, reflecting on why you were angry with him.
It'd be better if I'd explain why you were currently living with Taehyung, and what happened after you blacked out.
You woke up in an electrically-controlled public bathroom that was situated in a popular park in the city region. You were laid against the toilet, and saw Taehyung fixing himself in front of the scratched up sink mirror. When I mean fixed up, I mean he was patching up bullet grazes and cuts with the toilet paper around and the drinking alcohol he had in this rectangular metal bottle.
"Taehyung!" you exclaimed, attempting to get up on the basis of somehow checking up on him.
He looked at you and dropped all materials in his hands, he then went to your side and grabbed your hands, "how are you? do you feel ill?"
You paused for a moment before shaking your head, "no, I feel fine? how long have I been out?"
In all honesty, you were still in excruciating pain due to the broken bones in your body, but you lied due to your need to know where and why you were in the place you were currently in. You also didn't want to worry Taehyung too much since he seemed like he already had a lot to worry about.
Taehyung's hands tightened around yours, "don't lie, please tell me what's wrong" you heard him wheeze slightly as he tried to breath in, "I'd do anything for yo-"
Taehyung's head dropped. He fainted.
Your body shot up, ignoring all broken bones in your body, you cupped Taehyung's head.
You tried your best to recall the countless classes Bokyung had forced you to take earlier on in your life in become a doctor. You laid his head on your chest and raised his legs so that he'd have less trouble breathing.
"You fucking asshole" you cursed as you lowered your head so that you could position your ear next to his ear and hear his breathing, with his deep-wheeze-like breathing.
With his breathing you diagnosed him with having broken ribs and they were digging into his lungs.
You had to get him immediate medical attention. You held the hair strands covering your face, and took a moment to 'calmly' think about what to do next.
As you stared down at Taehyung's body, you saw a bright blue neon phone case shine under his black shirt.
You reached down carefully and felt some sense of hope regain in your body: you double tapped the phone to turn it on, with the phone being held directly in front of Taehyung's phone, it opened with face verification.
You immediately went to contacts. There were only 6 people saved: Jimin, Suga, Jungkook, Jhope, Joon and Jin. You knew all of them, except Jhope. You thought about who to call -- even though Joon tried to kill you and Suga spat at you, it was obvious that they cared about Taehyung -- hence the reason why they wanted to know why Taehyung 'changed'.
You tapped on Jimin's contact, he recalled Taehyung tell you that they had known each other ever since primary school.
He answered right after the first ring.
"YOU CAN'T JUST BEAT JOON UP AND MAKE A RUN FOR IT! WHERE ARE YOU? EVERYONE IS FREAKING OUT. WE WILL LAY OFF THAT GIRL, Y/N OR YUNHEE I DONT KNOW WHICH ONE IS WHICH.. UM, YEAH JUST COME BACK-"
"It's Y/N, Taehyung just fainted, we are at the central park that has that big statue of a banana. We are currently in the electronic bathrooms, please come and help Taehyung, he can't breath properly!"
"Kay... uh I'll be there in a few, also, if you actually love Taehyung, keep him breathing as long as you can-"
"Love?!"
"You love him, don't you?"
You stared down at the phone for a bit before ending the call, not answering Jimin's question.
You didn't know how exactly to help Taehyung, doing CPR wasn't needed for this situation and would probably make his rib situation worse. You decided to search up what to do on the internet, but by the time you picked the phone back up, Jimin called.
You answered and put him on speaker.
"Get out, I'm the silver no-brand car opposite the bathroom's. Run, Taehyung's life depends on it" He then ended the call.
You had to pick Taehyung up bridal style before kicking open glass-sliding door of the bathroom and, once more ignoring all the broken/fractured bones in your body, you ran towards the car paralleling Jimin's description.
You opened the door and tossed Taehyung in.
You looked over to see Jimin recording the whole thing with his phone.
"Heh, great" Jimin ended the video and proceeded to drive across the park.
You wanted to joke around so fucking bad, but he seriously drove right across the park, even running over a few people and animals.
"WHAT ARE YOU-"
"They'll be fine" Jimin cut you off with this sweet voice.
After this, Jimin drove to his house where he treated both you and Taehyung, turns out he really was the best person to choose to save Taehyung.
When you came out of 'resting time' Jimin had prescribed for you, Taehyung was waiting for you, his only clothing being shorts and his chest covered in white bandages. He had his hair tied up.
He then, with the two of you sitting in the living room of Jimin's extremely luxurious house, explained to you, more in depth, of what was and is going to to happen:
"Are you sure you don't want to drink some wine before telling me?" You held up a bottle of wine that you found behind Jimin's couch.
"I'm not much of a wine person" Taehyung shook his head, waving you to put the bottle away, "you should avoid alcohol, you just had a surgery"
You sighed and put away the wine. In all honesty, you didn't want to drink the wine in itself, but you did want to be slightly intoxicated when talking to Taehyung.
"I'll try to make this brief, but... I'm afraid this whole situation is anything but simple-"
"Yes?"
"Y/N I know your history with betrayal and your close ones-"
"I get it Taehyung, stop treating me like a kindergarten kid and tell me what I want to hear, im begging you-"
"Begging? Taehyung, I didn't fix her up for you to break her down again" Jimin came into the living room with two girls on each side of his body.
"I am doing nothing of the sort-" Taehyung caught the sight of Jimin and the girls, "seriously Park? Can you prioritise me instead of your insatiable horniness for once"
"I just did!" Jimin rolled his eyes, motioning the girls to just follow him.
"Could you just be a good friend for once and help me explain this utter mess to Y/N?"
"Good friend?" Jimin scoffed, "girlie and I just saved your life!"
"JIMIN JUST SIT DOWN AND HELP ME!"
"I'VE BEEN HELPING YOU SINCE FIRST GRADE TAEHYUNG, THIS'S GETTING TIRING."
"TIRING? WHAT DO YOU KNOW AHOUT HELPING PEOPLE? YOU'VE BEEN HORNY EVER SINCE THE FIRST GRADE-"
"DONT YOU DARE SAY THAT"
Now, I know you may be thinking: what the fuck does this have to do with the storyline? Well... absolutely nothing! As you listened to their useless bickering, a form of action you were very much used to, you accidentally blurted out loud:
"School is so much better than this shit, can I just go back?!" You groaned, hitting your head on your arms as you curled your legs into your chest.
The bickering stopped.
"You already told her?" Jimin exclaimed over at Taehyung.
"Pardon me? I havent told her anything-"
"Than why does she know she's going back to school?" Jimin tapped his fingers against the table, glancing over at the girls who were by his side and motioning them with his two fingers to go upstairs.
"What are you two talking about? How can I go back to school? That's ridiculous" you slowly lifted your head from your arms.
Jimin and Taehyung gave each other a knowing look. With this, Jimin decided to walk around the kitchen island he was situated behind and sit his ass down on the couch seat next to Taehyung, facing directly opposite to yours.
"Girlie, we aren't telling you that you are going because of just the fun fact that you can. I can't bother to put it in any other way than: you go back to school or you die-"
"Jimin" Taehyung glared at him.
So it's the truth, you were going to somehow die if you didn't go back to school according to Jimin. Taehyung didn't have to censor anything to you, you hated it whenever people did that. You weren't a baby.
"What? It's true!" Jimin rolled his eyes.
"Y/N, I'll explain everything from the beginning" Taehyung stated.
"Cockblocker" Jimin muttered as he reached behind his seat and managed to grab one singular glass for drinks and this iced champagne.
"Taehyung don't start yet" your eyes jumped from Taehyung to Jimin, "give me one"
Jimin nodded, "good choice, you're gonna need it"
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End of chapter 35; Educated.