3 Chapter 3. Interrogation

You woke up to the sounds of things crashing, doors shutting like you had magically entered the palace getting ready for the crown prince's coronation.

The moment you heard gunshots the idea of a magical place vanished in thin air. What was it? An attack? A hostile invasion?

Fuck you were doomed.

Holding the comforter close to your body curling in to a ball, palms clutching to the sides, scared to death at the very moment.

The sound suddenly increasing, pounding through the walls surrounding you. You covered your ears with your hands, squealing.

"Stop! Stop! P-please make t-this stop."

.... a cracked sob left your mouth when you felt arms encircling you, it felt like entering a bubble of comfort.

"I'm scared..please s-stop...you cried pressing against the shoulder close to you.

"Shush it's okay."

Once the voices faded away, you regained your lost senses...a shiver of fear ran through your body feeling yourself in the embrace of your captivator. With a strong push you released yourself out of the unknown yet uncannily comforting touch.

Crouching close to the wall you looked at him, fear scaring your teary eyes. You felt his gaze on you, an inscrutable look on his face but there were no traces of shock as if he had been expecting such a reaction.

"Taehyung." Jungkook let out entering the room, a tray with bloody metal forceps and pliers in his hands.

Holy hell, what were they up to? They do surgeries as a side business to mafia?

Taehyung spared a glance at you walking out, Jungkook went out as well...coming back after minutes throwing a oversized shirt at you.

"Get changed , We are gonna start interrogation."

Shutting the door he left.

You picked up the overly big pastle blue shirt, traces of blood on the side. You mentally cursed him washing the faint red traces of crisp blood.

Wearing it you smelled vanilla. Shamelessly sniffing the intoxicating smell.

You stayed in your room for long now, it had been hours since Jungkook left .

You hesitantly walked towards the door, debating rather it was safe to go out or not. Obviously it wasn't but you couldn't just wait for your freaking kidnappers to come to you.

You twisted the door knob with shaky fingers, just as you pulled the door pushed right in to you making you fall back.

Landing on your bottom you whined in pain, before you could get up a strong grip on your arm was pulling you up harshly.

He yanked your arm pulling you besides him, your jaw tightening at the sudden burn in your arm.

Shoving a chair in front of you he roughly pushed you on it.

Just as you got on it he pulled the chair close now sitting on his knees. Really close to you, it was a new face, a firm one. Bronzed skin, well defined jawline. Night black messy tufts of hair falling on his forehead, a skull shaped tattoo on the junction of his jaw and neck.

"Now I'll ask questions and you'll answer them. GET IT!!" He yelled and you flinched.

"Why did you steal the suitcase?" He asked voice stern and stable.

"I didn't." you replied sinking in the chair.

"Fucking lies." He stood up pacing in the room. He opened his zipper, pulling out a dragger.

"You see this." He said crouching down near you. "Tell me every piece of shit you know or I'll rip it through your skin." He yelled, his hot breath fanning your face.

"I d-didn't steal i-it...please trust m-me." You squirmed, eyes shut.

"You think I'll fall for your hideous tricks." He scoffed trailing the cold sharp metal on your cheek to your jaw.

Slowly sinking to your neck, your breath hitching.

"P-please...you stammered incoherently.

He sighed brushing his fingers through the black strands of his hair, now his forehead in sight.

"Want to see what the suitcase contained?" He smirked and before you could answer he was pacing out of the room.

He came back with the silver suitcase which you thought was yours. He spread it infront if you.

It opened to reveal a beach t-shirt, iron man socks and a pair of shades.

A giggle almost escaped your mouth at the sight of the items.

Ignoring the contents he ripped the upper lining apart, shoving it off. Revealing sets of bullets incased in it.

Fucking hell, how in the world were they getting past the security?

"You see...Now mind telling me what made you take it."

"It must have been the s-same design...as mine. M-mistakenly..

"Mistakes. God dammit these mistakes." He threw the suitcase away getting hold of the dragger once again.

He brought it close to your skin, pressing it in. You hissed at the painful rip.

"Easy there Hoseok." A warm raspy voice interrupted from behind.