22.(everything that happened)

Third person pov:

Taehyung was frozen seeing that. The five were escaping, but he doesn't care. A sudden moan from the woman made him come out and attend to her.

"YURI! YURI!", slapped her cheek, but she didn't respond. He turned her around to see a deep wound on her shoulder. So much blood had been lost, and he had to take her to the mansion immediately.

He picked it up as gently as he could as he started running towards the car. The injuries he had suffered from being hit earlier held him back as he struggled to go any faster.

For the first time, he felt an urgency in his life. Desperation to get some kind of help for this woman. To make sure she wasn't in pain. And that surprised him. Because he wasn't the kind of person who really cared about the people he had met a few weeks ago. In an ordinary course, he would have preferred to abandon the person and pursue all five of them. But today he couldn't.

He did not want.

"I am I?" she spoke, struggling to keep her eyes open and he looked down to see her. "Am I dead? Is this hell? Are you Lucifer? Wow, I never knew Lu - Lucifer was so handy - handsome. Shit, daddy, fuck me already"

A laugh left Taehyung's mouth involuntarily and in disbelief. Even in all of this, she wanted to act like a pervert. "You're alive. I'm taking you to the mansion"

"Okay, that's good, but it hurts," her voice was muffled as she closed her eyes. "It hurts a lot...", the last track came as a whisper.

"I know, you'll be fine. Hang in there," his eyes softened as he replied in his most tender voice ever.

Yuri's point of view:

I slowly opened my eyes. What just happened? Why is my arm in so much pain? I looked down to see a scarf around her. But the most painful was my back. I tried to turn around and see. The whole area was wrapped in gauze and bandages.

Oh yes. soobin shot me with his gun. Oops, let me rephrase. I wanted soobin to shoot Taehyung with a gun and then come in between.

I hope this sacrifice will not be in vain. Please God make Taehyung love me as one of his own. And for the love of shit, I hope he stops doubting me and digging into LILITH.

A sudden realization hit me when I saw that I was only wearing a bra. Those motherfuckers had some kind of obsession to take my clothes off or what!? I looked at my stomach. Where did my abs go? I swear they were there until last week. I pinched the skin and soft skin came between my fingers. Then I remembered how much I ate in my free time here. Wow, someone just gained weight. But who cares, I'm fabulous anyway.

I adjusted on the bed looking at the ceiling. Just as I was engulfed in thought, the door opened. I sat up straight as Porsche entered. A hiss left my mouth because I moved a little too quickly and it caused me pain.

" Are you feeling well ? he asked, sitting down next to the bed.

"Yes, I'm fine," I said trying to cover myself with the blanket.

Porsche must have realized that I felt uncomfortable. "Oh, I completely forgot, I have this for you," he said and handed me a T-shirt. "With the scarf, I thought it might be uncomfortable for you to wear your clothes on, so I got something from my closet. I have broad shoulders, so this garment should accommodate this scarf"

"Thanks, I needed it," I said and took it from him. He looked away and I put it on, struggling a bit, then made it work. So one hand. Was still inside the t-shirt as the sleeve hung aimlessly.

"Taehyung told me about everything that happened," he continued. "And I would like to thank you both for making sure he didn't make a rash decision and killed Steven and saved him from the hit"

"It's okay, it's nothing actually. If he screwed up, it would end up affecting all of us. So I kind of did that for Bangtan," I replied.

Porsche nodded. "Namjoon is mad at him. Very mad actually. He's being yelled at while we're talking"

I nodded. Good for that motherfucker honestly. He deserves it.

"Porsche, can I ask something?" "Yeah, go ahead" "It's okay if you don't want to answer," I added to sound a bit more civil.1

"If it's a question about gay men having sex, then I'm definitely not answering"

I laughed. "That's not what I swear to god. I just wanted to know how you got to Bangtan. Especially you and Taehyung since you are brothers"

He looked at me for a brief moment before clearing his throat. "Namjoon's father was a mob boss. 20 years ago he was killed, and when he was 11, Namjoon took over. It wasn't until he was 15 that they really made him the leader because objectively the control was in someone else's hands. His father had a henchman he trusted a lot. Our father. When he died, the Namjoon's father gave our father Namjoon's guide. Kim won, he was a good mafia member, but a terrible father...", his voice trailed off as he spoke, but he continued.

Wha..." We were abused the whole time, both physically and verbally. He was trying to hit Taehyung and protecting him because he was so young, I was gaining weight. It went on for a few years until to do something terrible. He tried..." he struggled to speak.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me if this is uncomfortable for you," I spoke.

"No, it's okay. You're part of the mafia now. You should know that. Everyone here does it," he smiled sadly.

"He found out I was gay. I was only 16 at the time. He hit me more and yelled homophobic slurs at me all the time. to make money from it. He forced me into prostitution against my will..."

My eyes widened hearing that. Their father was a terrible person. A complete asshole. But mine wasn't holy either. The guy forced me into the mafia where they abused me anyway. So basically they were bad apples from the same tree.

"You know yuri, in the mafia business there's a lot of demand for young teenagers. It's sick. If you tell someone you have young children to exploit, they'll give you double money. People are mind fucked that way..."

I could see the anger in his eyes. The pain of being exploited and made vulnerable like this. Hearing this, my heart also sank. I had experienced that in the mafia. Being forced to do things against my will. Being sexually exploited by other members. Crying for days afterwards from the pain and anger of not being able to fight it.

I didn't notice when my eyes turned red with blood and my face was flushed with anger and flashing memories.