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"In which the lion fell in love with the lamb..."

Park Ji Eun is a normal college student, pretty studious, fairly innocent. When she gets caught up with the wrong people in the wrong situation, it seems all hell's gone loose. Min Yoongi and his mafia are ruthless, recognized throughout all of underground Korea. As the two get wrapped up in the world around them and what is really going on, Ji Eun is able to open her eyes and see for herself the path she is destined to follow.

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I gazed up into the dim light above me, watching as Hoseok and Chanyeol pulled up folding chairs, sitting directly in front of me. As Chanyeol scoots closer, he raises his hand towards the tape on my mouth. I let out a muffled scream and try and back my head away, deathly afraid.

"Dammit, stay still," Chanyeol says, leaning forward and taking hold of a corner of the tape. He quickly rips it off and I wince, trying not to make too much noise. I raise my chin and try to move my arms again, but to no avail. I open my mouth to speak, Hoseok and Chanyeol both standing up.

"Yah, I don't know who the fuck you are or what you're thinking, but you little assholes are gonna get what you deserve..." I yell, narrowing my eyes and thrashing my arms in their bonds. From the dark corner of the room, someone chuckles lowly, their voice familiarly deep and raspy.

"There's nothing you can do about it, sorry to say." Yoongi pushes himself off the brick wall and crosses his arms over his chest. "Miss Ji Eun, I believe you said your name was, hm?"

I widen my eyes, surprised he remembers. And to think that he would still treat me like this, even if we had only encountered each other twice. I look down at my injured foot, sighing deeply.

"Just tell me what you want and let me go, please..." I beg, beginning to sob quietly. Granted I had nothing to live for... Not much family, one friend, piles of work... in the end, it all amounted to nothing. Nothing.

"You've seen too much, heard too much," Hoseok says, adjusting the handgun in his waistband and looking at me with those same cold, dark eyes. "We can't just let you go tattling about my business, here. That wouldn't be too pretty, now would it? No one needs more blood or deaths in Seoul, do we?"

Even though Hoseok's voice sounds sweet, it is laced with venom, the syllables dripping from his mouth, poisoning my mind.

"Just tell me what you want." I say sternly, wanting desperately to escape.

"Well that's too bad, honey." he says, resting his head in the palm of his hand. "We can't just let you go like this. It would be bad for my reputation, knowing I let a valuable witness slip through my grasp." Hoseok rises to his feet and Chanyeol follows suit. "Long story short, you can't live knowing about us or what we do. Too bad, sweetheart."

He whips around, pulling the gun and pressing it to my temple. I shiver, squeezing my eyes shut, awaiting the pain. The metal is cold against my forehead, and more tears threaten to escape my eyes. Closer and closer, Hoseok's finger comes to pulling the trigger, the sound of the bullet falling into place almost deafening...

"Hoseok-ssi," Yoongi speaks, breaking the silence. Hoseok stops, looking back down, pulling the gun away and placing it back in his waistband. "Don't make any stupid decisions. Give her your options."

I sigh in relief, letting myself relax and settle down. But what does he mean by "decisions"? What else could possibly happen to me other than dying or staying trapped in here forever?

"Alright, then," Hoseok walks in front of me, grasping my jaw and forcing me to face him. "Your choices are as given- no exceptions. You either stay here with us, forget everything you once knew. Or, you die. Easy as that, alright sweetie?"

I grit my teeth, spitting on his face. I am angry by this point, all the fear having left me. Hoseok stands up straight, wiping his face with the handkerchief from his front pocket. He walks over to Yoongi, Chanyeol following behind.

"Take care of her- you know what to do if anything happens," He mumbles, and says some other things, barely loud enough for me to hear him. The gun is passed from him to Yoongi, and the room becomes empty except for him and I. I make sure that the door closes behind Hoseok and Chanyeol before speaking again.

"Yoongi?" I call out, my voice rough from disuse. "What's going on...?"

"You'll be okay." Yoongi says roughly, cutting me off. "He's just worried that he's gonna be found out or something, he's being more scared than you right now."

I scoff, letting out a sarcastic laugh. Is he serious?

"I never thought that this," I gestured my head around the room. "is what you would make your life to be. Not really what I expected."

Yoongi clenches his jaw and looks me in the eye with his own familiar empty ones. His gaze then softens, and he reaches over me, putting his arms around me. His face is dangerously close to mine, and I have no idea what he's doing or why. My face grows hot, and I turn my head to the side to avoid him.

"Sorry..." he mutters in my ear, moving his arms. I feel a sudden release on my hands, and see that he untied the ropes on my wrist. I instantly pull my hands in front of me and rub the spots in which the ropes used to be, trying to rub out the pain from the rash due to how tight the bonds were and how much friction I made from trying to escape. Yoongi does the same with my ankles and waist, letting me free completely. He steps back as I stand up straight, his figure calm and relaxed.

I'm still mad at what has happened to me over the past... uh... oh, god I don't even know how long it's been. But I'm still overly stressed and mad. Yoongi chuckles at my small form in the middle of the cold, brick room, looking me up and down. I step forward, and raise my hand. My palm meets the side of his cheek with a large slap, and he stops in his tracks, looking me in the eye.

"Look." I mutter, my teeth clenched. "I want to get the fuck out of here and you're going to let me go."

"We can't just let you go," he adjusts the gun in his waistband. "Like Hoseok said, you only have two choices."

"Which are...?"

"He'll come talk to you later about that. Just stay here for now and try not to kill yourself."

Yoongi walks out the door, slamming it shut and locking me in. I let out a sigh of relief and sit back down in the chair, rubbing my temples, a headache beginning to form in the back of my skull. I look up at the ceiling, wondering how everything is going in the outside world, if it even really exists anymore... maybe this all isn't real, maybe I'm still at home... dreaming... this is all a dream, none of it is real, I'm surely gonna wake up tomorrow and everything is going to be fine.. everything is going to be-

The room fills with a sudden darkness, and the only light anywhere is from the small window in the door. I see people pass by, voices, laughing, talking. The door opens up again, and in walks their getaway driver... Jackson...

He doesn't turn on the light at all, just sits in front of me. He doesn't say anything else, just sits there for a second, looking at me.

"What do you want?" I mutter. Jackson puts his hands up in defense, looking offended.

"Hey, I'm just here to say some stuff, that's all," he defends himself, leaning forward.

"How long are they gonna keep me here?" I ask. Jackson looks down at his feet in confusion, as if he doesn't even know himself.

"Well, even though Hoseok and Yoongi and Chanyeol all look mean and tough and all that shit, they're really not. They're not what you think you are. And to be honest, it's all for the safety of the mafia."

"...Mafia..? Is that what all this is about?"

"Yeah, sad to say. Oh, and by the way, I heard you knew Yoongi?"

"Yeah, we met a couple of times..." I wring my hands together, surprised at how easy it is to talk to Jackson. He seemed so tough, so mean, ruthless... In all honesty, he's just some dorky idiot. He checks his phone from his back pocket, checking the time.

"Hoseok-ssi is going to be coming in a few minutes. He's just gonna talk to you and do some things." Jackson looks over his shoulder back towards the door, probably looking for the so-called leader. "And whatever you do, just keep in mind that he won't kill you, and he won't do anything stupid. That's just a show of his, trust me, I know."

"Huh... okay then..." I cross my arms and rest my elbows on the cold floor. The room itself is fairly warm, other than the floor. And then, like clockwork, the door opens again and the dim lighting is back. And so is Hoseok, Chanyeol, and Yoongi. Their body language seems more relaxed now, and they of course, like before, pull up the chairs before me. I get up from the floor and sit back in my own chair, fiddling with a loose thread on the shirt I wear.

"Park Ji Eun," Hoseok says, snapping me back into reality.

"Ne..." I respond quietly, looking up. Now that I know he's not so tough, I can relax a little myself.

"We obviously can't let you just go, and to be honest, you're a waste to just kill."

"So then what?" I retort, looking down at my feet.

"Sad to say, but the only real thing we can do is keep you with us." he finishes. I snap my head forward, furrowing my brows.

"Yah, are you crazy? Why would I do that?" I clench the fabric of the shirt in my fists, feeling scared again.

"You'll start training tomorrow morning then." Hoseok pats my shoulder and gives a tight-lipped, sarcastic smile. Yoongi narrows his eyes at Hoseok, crossing his arms.

"No. I know what you're thinking. I'm not tr-"

"Well too bad, you're the only one able to teach combat."

"But what about Jungkook?"

"You know why."

"Fuck you, Hoseok."

"Love you too, buddy."

A knock on the door, and two guys file in. One is taller, with doe eyes and a bunny-toothed smile, the other being shorter with a round face and a puffy eyesmile. I don't recognize them, although I did see them when I first woke up here. I know that both their names start with a J... Jim.. Jung.. something. They both come towards me and the taller one gestures me forward, out the door. I hesitate before exiting the room, examining the hall outside of it and through the windows. It was midday, snow falling down to the grass and building up.

"Hoseok has a room ready for you if you're willing to stay," the short one says. "It's just at the end of the hall."

I nod and walk in, seeing my dress and shoes from the other night, as well as my bag. I limp over, and check in my purse, surprised to see it there. I look inside, seeing that my license and identification cards were both missing... huh... I turn around, looking at the room as a whole. It's big, with a big bed, large closet, and a vanity as well as a desk. This place is huge enough, and I'm surprised that I get to have this all...

A knock on the door, then silence. I walk over and see Yoongi, a white box in his hands.

"What do you want?" I scoff, not wanting to be anywhere near him.

"Sit down," he gestures towards the bed, and I sit, still scowling at him. He picks up my foot, and I wince in pain, the sensation going up my leg.

"Y...yah... Yoongi, that really hur-"

"Yeah, I know. I'm here to help, okay?"

He unwraps the splint and pulls down the front of my sock. The skin there is patterned with dark bruises, fading towards my ankle. With careful hands, he applies pressure and wraps up the bandage, replacing the splint with a sturdier brace. Yoongi then hands me a small bottle, with what I assume is painkillers inside.

I'm surprised by his sudden kindness, and his ability to be so careful when he looks so... rough... Yoongi stands up, handing me some pills from the bottle.

"Take these every four hours or so, just don't be stupid and overdose, okay?" he mutters. I nod, looking up at him from where I sit.

"Thank you... again..." I say quietly, barely audible. He nods in my direction, picks up the box, and leaves. I can already feel the effect of the painkillers and the new bandages. I lay back down against the headboard of the bed, sighing in exhaustion.

I fell empty inside... without emotion... a single tear rolls down my cheek, and I quickly wipe it away. There's no time to be seen as weak anymore... this is survival now.

 

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