Ace For Hire // BTS Reader Insert

18

"Look, we really don't want to hurt you."

"It's funny you say that, because here I thought I was being interrogated. Did I misread the kitty punches or the misuse of tape as handcuffs?" You responded sarcastically while trying to gesture to the electrical tape they used to bind your wrist together behind your back. Also adding in a slight mock to how he was really pulling his punches on you as well. Given previous hits you've taken before, you could definitely tell this guy hits like a toddler throwing a tantrum, but it was intentional soft hits. You were currently position on your knees, which added a lot to your uncomfortable levels, given your knees starting to burn with numbness and the fact you were in a very vulnerable spot. If you weren't careful you'd lose your head from being in the ideal execution kneel pose.

You needed to map out your situation more, at least you found momentary relief in your last minute choice to push Tae away. You're sure there was going to be some push back and lecturing that would come along once they tracked you down. No doubt something like letting yourself get taken or something along those lines awaited for you in a lecture. But at least in this sense you could just worry about your own survivability. Not to call or think of Tae as a burden, but with the plan going completely off track, there was too many moving parts and unpredictable actions to insure his safety along with yours.

Even though Jung went through the trouble of giving you the five star treatment for a disposable hostage, with the blindfold and sack over your head combo as they kept you in some sort of trunk to lose your sense of direction. Just a small tug against the tape bindings reassured that your location was being broadcasted as the tracker bracelet was still in tact on your wrist. There were no doubts in your mind as you were doing the biggest metaphorical trust fall in that the boys would find you, after all if anyone was going to beat your ass now it was going to be them from being reckless again.

Either way you weren't going to wait around for them like a helpless maiden. Discreetly scoping out the room as you tried to relieve pressure on your knees by shifting your weight back onto your feet, you were able to account for three guys. One by the only door to the room, one on the right side of you standing with their back pressed to the wall, and the last guy being the one who did most of the talking with you. Along with your assessment, if there's one thing you noticed from the start, was the clear hesitation in every one of Jung's working grunts.

You weren't sure if it was because you were a girl that made your interrogator go easy on you, or if it was the reluctance to follow Jung's orders. Because anyone with half a brain cell could pin Jung as being bat shit insane for holding murderous intentions towards their own children. Because that what all of this was being done for, to find Hobi's sister, and it definitely wasn't for a sappy father-daughter reunion.

Crouching down to your level, you tilted your head back ever so slightly to make eye contact with your supposed "torturer". Up close, you made darting glances to his attire. Noting how they were uniformly dressed alike in militia attire, like a bunch of Jung soldiers, and that they all had a utility belt of sorts. You couldn't make out what they kept on themselves exactly in the various pockets and zippers along them, but you noted how it was odd they all had a walkie-talkie on their person. Grumbling a bit, the guy spoke up in a quiet tone as if to avoid the other three from overhearing, "Hey, just tell us were you took his daughter, and this whole thing will be over a lot faster."

"No offence, you kind of suck at this interrogating gig. I think it be more convincing if you actually sounded like you care about finding his daughter." You whispered back to him, directly calling him out on the fact that he didn't really seem all that enthusiastic about his job.

As if on cue, the single door to the room swung open. All four of the current guys watching you quickly straighten themselves out with alertness while you still remain unimpressed in your awkward sitting position. Leaning forward to return your weight back onto your knees as your feet were starting to cramp up now. As if to strike fear into you, Jung took prideful strides as he approached you like a predator corning wounded prey. Behind Jung he had two more guys decked out in better gear than the other four, marking them as his right hand men most likely by the display of a class gap in his men from their appearances alone. The only reaction you really showed was annoyance and repulse which he must've mistaken for fear. The reason for your emotions was just a part of your brain wanted to see if you could see if Hoseok resembled Jung in anyway, but the rest of you thought it was purely insulting to even consider this colossal dickhead to have given Hoseok any genetics. To call Jung a father made your own look like dad of the century.