Enigma || Park Jimin || [BTS Idol/Gang AU]

⚠️ WARNING: Mentions of violence and **** are in this chapter which may upset a few readers. The description is kept as limited as possible. I will leave a ⚠️ before it, you may skip the part if you find it uncomfortable, it won't have an effect on the progression.

"Seungmin..." Sonya scorned, "Not now." But the man left that with disregard. I g.r.o.a.n.e.d when he recklessly pulled the collar of my shirt aside. "No marks. She looks v.i.r.g.i.n." His nose smelled onto my collarbone, making me shrink smaller with disgust.

"She is. Expert eyes." The woman laughed.

"Hmm." He stared down at me for some time. Until his humid eyes flickered a grave red glitter underneath, he was grabbing my shirt again. "Bang, tie that one back. I will finish some business." My weight was hefted an inch up from the floor as I started to be dragged inside by the man's force.

"Gosh." Sonya frowned. "Seungmin, not now of all time." I heard one of the boys scream, "Where are you taking her?" To my current crawling sense of foreboding, I couldn't discern who it was. That was left ignored.

"You don't tell me what to do." Seungmin brandished an arcane smirk at me, "This's for being feisty. Let's get you some punishment." He looked up at the rest, "Why don't you guys check around? I'll be joining in a while." The girl cued the three to go inside, "We'll be through then. Be fast. And," She winked, "Have fun." Never I felt more revolted towards a woman before this.

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"Don't touch her!" Jimin bawled while in a try with futile calorie burns to tear through his binds to come close. I saw glistens in the youngest's eyes, "Noona!" Namjoon twisted his hands in an abortive way. "Why are you bringing her into this?" Jin yelled. Fear was visible as same as me in a few others' eyes, the rest either concealed it well or...

"I said don't touch her, you motherfather!" Jimin's shrieks seemed to most compete with the others. His howls of threats panned in the closed voidness of the room, dispensing no stimuli to Seungmin's tympanic. He looked like he was enjoying the protest. I had the shortest minute in my hand. I impetuously looked around for something to aid me through. Nothing was there to fulfill my plan of escape.

Filthy tongue harshly slid around my neck, sending in all forms and waves of putrid stimuli making me feel shifty. Seungmin forced me back against the wall and captured my waist to pull me closer. "Don't move too much, dear, or else-" He snickered wickedly, nipping onto soft part of my skin. I held back the yelps leaning back. My mind called in the most fears I had held back from surrounding me, knowing the repercussion of the action I did earlier out of impulse.

"I said, please!" Jimin's own voice was vulnerable to himself. I breathed in and out for once before looking at him to meet the expression of hot fumes. I gave an assuring look. His parted lips halted with a look of confusion. I didn't know myself regarding what I was doing. His eyes would never look away from mine, sought route after route to meet mine again to ask me silently what I was planning to. I looked away.

The shards from before lied next to Jungkook. I looked down at them then looked up at the boy. He was quick enough to take up my hint. He kicked the paramount one at a right angle. I threw my barefoot towards to grab it. A sharp prod triggered a blood drop of pain, but that was nowhere near a part of my concern at the moment.

"Stop moving!" He pulled down his pants, splaying my legs he brought himself forward first. My hands worked endlessly to cut through the ropes, but there was scarcely a good tear. I grasped the shard within my fingers tighter. There was no freaking use of it. To divert the course of incidents was rash, in reality, there was no plan. I might die. Even...

"No." I tried to back off to the right as much as possible towards the hallway. "Don't do this."

He slapped my mouth, weighing my shoulder down to get a stop from protests. "Don't worry. This will take only a minute." His hands thrived down my shirt and kept crawling up and up, while his other hand clasped the buckle of my jeans beneath the skirt. "Only a minute, darling. Just close your eyes." winked he.

As the beast went on to thrust his heavy weight down on my body, I took a chance to back away more. His pants were lingering to a level close to my arched knees.

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The man was a smoker. Ther must, certainly, definitely be a lighter within any of his pockets. My knee came across the rightly shaped bulge.

I closed my eyes for a minute to extinguish the negative emotions for one last time. There was no fear, the only thing that worked right. Despite no perfect plan, I could still go through a set of probabilities. This was time. The footsteps to be a cause of hindrance were gone inside towards upstairs. Only one man at a time. I kept counting down the seconds.

I held onto his t.h.i.g.hs with mine, in a way to keep him in position.

The packet, the lighter, both were there. I pricked my t.h.i.g.hs tighter against his muscular ones. Till now, he was too defocused to know anything. The thing wouldn't move easily, the angle was not slanted enough to slide out of the pocket. But I had to try. What I needed foremost, was to get back my hands.

Not too late, the clamp moved, and lifted a bit. I kept on forcing under it to get it out. The head peeked out from the thin curve of his pocket, I needed to stop the sound of the impact from fall. My toe took the pain but muffled the rebound sufficiently. I twisted my body sidewards slightly to grab the thing.

The small flame was burning at itself. I bit my tongue to stop both the burning sensations my body was encountering at a time with double tolerance. I was concerned he would sense the burning smell, but luckily enough, he didn't. The flame was tripping onto my fingers with brown wounds but there was no choice. Small plops started to be created as the knots tore one by one, and the bind started to feel less tightening. Three minutes.

My wrist was free.

He was bringing his own grave in fore, without being careful enough to notice the most noticeable thing. Sucks, butcher.

I sought Jimin's eyes. None of them looked at the scene. Even from the corners of his eyes, I could see how many inches he was away from showcasing his current breakdown. I softened my gaze. All I needed to know was they cared. I was trained to handle things on my own. That I would.

Seungmin took one moment to meet my eyes, to be satisfied with the crying and horrified feature I was supposed to have. I gave him none.

"Why do you look so fine? You like this?"

"So much," I replied.

"Something's wrong. This s-"

Now that you know.

Momentarily I grappled him within my legs and gagged his mouth with my left viciously. The sharp piece was at work now. The man's muscles did one help. I needed the perfect location. He furiously winced in pain. I endured the massive fit thrown by his flapping hands and continued to sling that down on the upper neck. When went far enough, I released his mouth and snapped his head to the left.

His body went limp and weighed down sessile on mine. I kicked him off and stood up.

One down. Four more to go.

His end-time scream had beckoned the rest down to the main room from upstairs. Yet for them to reach the scene, I went into action straight at all at a time, allowing no chance to retreat. Bang came running first. He saw me as the cause of trouble first, went transfixed. From his reaction, he was perhaps expecting any of the boys to be it. When he backed up and held his hands up forward as a first defense, I went on attack mode first. They were alarmed, but not ready. Strong but poor reflex.

I dodged behind their upcoming swings and quickly reacted with a punched on the two men ahead at their eyes and knocked them out by jaws. Joon Shik was standing behind yet to realize the sudden pretext. His elbow whistled close to my ears with a weak force. I blew on his bicep with a paralyzing jab and within the time, one throw of a vase at the right spot of his head knocked the vision out from him.

Only one left behind. The female. Sonya.

And she had enough time to get the entire grip of what was up.

The white strap around her fist tightened as she pulled the end out and tucked it back in. I stood back, taking some time to get my theory done as she flew towards me.

Toned. Left-handed. When she moved, her eyes were going down at my abdomen.

I looked at her knees. One had more weight emphasized than the other as she skidded.

I crouched down a bit to get in a defensive posture and veered away from the single punch, shooting my leg at her knee. She wobbled backward but came right back in. Her single blow was iron on my shoulder. I gripped onto her fist, twisting her arms backward. Her body swiveled to halt the fall on the ground, I pressed her back with my knee in reply.

"Don't be as feisty as me."

"Well," She arched her neck to look back to meet my face, "Guess what?"

Her fisted hand leered a small knife out, abrading my wrist. I flinched at the sudden impact and let loose of the hold. The narrow cut sprinkled a flow of blood out. My vision went hazy, the hotness in my eyes intensified as I felt the rush of steam on my face.

I found myself shoved down on the ground with my hands and legs astride on two sides. Sonya's cold voice spat, "I should've never left these snitches behind with only Seungmin!"

My vision was still black, but I managed to smirk back, "Yes, you shouldn't have."

"You bish don't look like what you appear." She looked at her mates finding them around on the ground, "Joon Shik!" The guy was mumbling without conscience, eyes half-open. "Get up!" She yelled.

Taking the time of distraction, I jabbed my knee into her stomach. "Act first then dialogue, whore!" She lost her balance and thudded on the floor. I needed no more fights to give. With a blow on the head, she met her fate.

Taking no further time, I skittered fast towards Jungkook first. It took more than minutes to find a solution to the binds to untie them. Namjoon hastily went up before all, ignoring his broken fingers with trailing blood in seven streamlines, his voice growled raspier to instruct each of the other members. Yoongi flew toward inside, Hoseok in his opposite. Jungkook rushed at me yelling first, "Noona!"

I was apprehended by Jimin's stressful fingers, holding my hand, harshly gnawing the pain without realizing, "Y-" I stopped him, "Jimin..." I looked down at the crease of my wrist.

"The bleeding won't stop," whispers left as incoherent mumbles from my mouth. I tried to flash a small smile stretching my lips in a b.a.r.e amount. My world took a spin again.

The crimson streamflow went brown to black before the whole background was thrown away from my eyesight. There was a rush of footsteps outside. Namjoon's angry voice had proclaimed "you guys are so late!-" before I met the floor, a soft hand in failing attempt to hold back my fall. There was a seamless voice, a concern with delicateness. Darkness attracted me, a soundless escape, and I didn't want to hear it anymore.

Edit: A few might get it confusing regarding the collapse- Y/N was sick before, she had fainted on the staircase and was still slightly feverish. I gave a few descriptions in the previous chapters. From the time she was knocked out before, getting hit in the head, then the fights and the blood loss did little to improve her condition- that's why she collapsed.