UNWANTED

Chapter 5

Taehyung's POV

"W-what do you mean?" I stutter, intensely staring at him.

"The leader, Namjoon. He's ruthless." He speaks with such distance in his words, it frightens me. "But in my opinion, Yoongi has got to be the worse out of them all." He states quietly, finishing off the last of his water.

My eyes widen at the name that had just rolled off of his tongue. 'Yoongi? But...isn't that the man I met earlier? The one who warned me about not escaping if I want to live?' I decide against telling Hoseok about it, he seems nice but I still couldn't fully trust him yet.

"Why do you say that?" I was afraid to know the reason.

"He's a cold hearted killer, he doesn't think twice about murdering others." Hoseok explains, his eyes flashing with something.

'Pain maybe?'

Hoseok glances down at my untouched food with a questionable look, "you haven't eaten yet?"

"I-uh...don't feel hungry. Here, you have it." I push the plate closer to the boy who simply shakes his head. "Trust me, you're gonna need it."

Now it's my turn to shake my head, "it's okay. I really don't feel up to eating." I insist, pleading with my eyes for him to take it. He was skinny, too skinny. I could tell he needed it far more than I do right now.

"Are you sure?" He questions, watching me closely to ensure I was okay with this. I nod and the boy smiles,"thank you." He whispers, taking the bread. He splits it in half, handing it over to me. "Please, at least eat half of this. I don't want you to end up in the same state I'm in." He says with a sad smile, concern in his eyes.

He seems so kind, so genuine. 'Can I really trust him?'

"Okay." I take the piece from him, eating it slowly since my stomach was having a hard time accepting food.

Once we are finished, we sit facing each other and I have the urge to ask him but I'm unsure if it's appropriate or not.

"I can tell you wanna ask me something." The ends of his lips curve upwards, his eyes fully observing - what best he could - of my face since the light was still rather crappy.

I chew on my lower lip for a few minutes, debating on weather I really should ask or not. I come to the conclusion I should, just to be more aware of the people above.

"Do you know why you were kidnapped?"

Hoseok sighs, his orbs shut over for a few moments and I panic, afraid I may have crossed the line.

"I come from a rather rich family. The gang above seem to enjoy kidnapping rich kids to get money from their parents for their safe return." He pauses, his lips stretching into a thin line as I notice small cute dimples located at the corners of his lips.

Now that I look at him better, he was fairly good looking for a guy who's been locked in a basement for two years or so.

"But I don't understand..." I trail off, my mind confused about the situation. "I don't come from a rich family, so why would they take me?"

Hoseok shrugs, "they also kidnap people from other surrounding gangs that they're in competition with."

"But I'm not in a gang." I state slowly, my eyebrows frowning.

"Strange." Hoseok mumbles. I was about to ask why he was still here if the gang just needed the money from his parents so that he could be returned, when the basement door creaks open.

I hold my breath while I hear the loud pattering of footsteps. Two men, who I recognise from the other day; the very two that kidnapped me, enter.

The evil smirks plastered across their faces haunted me as they inch closer to my cage. "Hoseok?" I whimper quietly so that the boy beside me was the only person in the room to hear.

"Shh, it's okay." He hushes me just when the two men close in, unlocking my cage and invade my space to grab me. They grip both sides of my arms, hauling me to my weak feet.

I glance back at Hoseok, my expression showing distress while he sends me a weak smile, mouthing a 'you'll be okay.'

The men that I'm sure are called Jungkook and Jimin, drag me out into what appears to be a living room. "Stay here with him, I'll go check that Namjoon hyung is ready." Jungkook mutters, pushing me down so that I'm sitting on the expensive looking couch.

The brunette disappears through a door, leaving me alone with the black haired male named Jimin.

"You know...for a little weakling, you're kinda cute." The man smirks, slithering a hand around my waist. I shudder at his touch, unsure whether I should push him off or keep quiet.

"If you wanna live I suggest you don't escape, don't fight back and obey everything you're told."

The words that Yoongi told me replay again in my head. I decide to follow his instructions, letting the ebony haired man roam my body with his hands. I feel him squeeze my inner thigh, causing me to bite down harshly on my cut lip.

"Ehem!" We turn to spot Jungkook watching us, sheer disgust on his face as he glares at Jimin's hand. "Get your filthy hands off him!" Jungkook hisses, yanking Jimin's hand off of me before forcing me to stand. "Come on, Namjoon would like to see you now."

We step out of the living room but not before I briefly glance back, watching Jimin leans into the couch more. A smug looking smile evident on his lips while he studies me closely.

Exiting out of the room, we end up in a long fancy hallway that seems to go on for miles. There were various doors on either sides of me but we kept walking till we reached the door furthest away. The door was a reddish brown wooden colour, its handle was a golden bronze as Jungkook reaches out to open the door with ease, his other hand still clutching my shoulder painfully.

The first thing I notice when I step into what appears to be an office is the stream of daylight shining in through the many large windows that stand behind the dark, black desk.

A man with bleached blonde hair that was styled upwards in a fluffy yet bad-boy image sat comfortably on the large leather chair. His eyes were shaded by a pair of dark sunglasses like he was trying to conceal as much of his face as possible.

"So you're the little issue we have." The man smirks, his hands clasping together while they sat on his desk. He leans forward, staring me down.

I quiver at the sight of this guy, feeling as though I was an ant compare to him. Jungkook forces me into the chair in front of the desk as he then continues to stand beside me, his body closest to the door so that I can't escape.

"Thanks to this idiot, I have to keep you for now. It really messed up my plans, I hope you know you will be punished for it." He states emotionlessly, like this whole situation was my fault.

"I looked into your background, Kim Taehyung, age seventeen. You still live with your parents, you're in your last year of high school. You attend the School Of Performing Arts Seoul, your family are middle classed." He lists off like he has known me for years.

He then gets up from his chair, his back now to me while he stares out the window. "I could always sell you off into human trafficking..." He mumbles more to himself.

I stiffen at his words, 'no please don't do this!!' I keep my mouth firmly shut, my shoulders shaking with fear.

"For now, I need a maid." He smirks, spinning back around to look at me. "I'll figure out eventually what to do with you."

Namjoon glances at Jungkook, a grumpy expression taking over his face. "Don't you dare think about touching or sleeping with him. He seems to be pure from the background I made Jin research on earlier so I want to keep it that way if I'm gonna sell him off. Virgins are more expensive."

I could hear Jungkook huff right as the room door opens. "You asked for me?"

My eyes widen at the man who stood by the doorway...