Word count: 1009
A/N 1: At the ending of last school year I was a little bit idgaf and missed a lot my lessons and so even this year a lot of my classmates and even some teachers began suspecting that maybe I’m in some shady business as I don’t really like telling people what I’m doing… So yeah, long story short quite a few people believe I’m friends with the wrong people or that I’m doing something illegal, I find this hilarious, so that’s why I wrote this short story…
“Shit.” you mumbled to yourself
You were bleeding. A lot. Or so it seemed to you. But you never wanted for it to end up this way. It all started as a joke, why did anyone even make a big deal out of it?
A black haired man was standing in front of you. He was wearing a black classy suit. Somehow even this appearance sent shivers down your spine.
“You know everything would have been much easier if you just told me in the beginning where the drugs were.”
This situation was so bad it’s funny. You taught for a while how to answer. You have been telling him the truth from the start but of course he wouldn’t believe you, who would. Stupid. You were so stupid to even start this game.
“As I told you before, I don’t know. Or more like there aren’t even any drugs, how many times do I have to say it?” you told him through gritted teeth.
A sharp pain went through your body again.
“How about you stop talking nonsense and wasting my time and just tell me where they are.”
“Maybe I would if you stopped kicking me when I’m already down!” you shouted in pain.
It was not working. This torturing was going too far. You were still shocked as it is that he shot you. You were thinking about a way out of this but strength was already starting to leave your body.
“Oh no, you don’t get to pass out on me before you tell me” he put his fingers on your chin and made you look at him.
But at this point you were too tired. “Whatever” you thought. It’s not like you have a plan or anything and it’s too late to explain that none of that story is true. He wouldn’t listen anyway. You looked him in the eyes. They were so dark but no anger or anything like that in them. Actually there was no expression on his face at all. You wondered what he was thinking. With all the strength that you had you smacked his hand away from your face.
“Do not touch me.”
“I think you don’t understand the situation you’re in right now.” he told you standing up, still looking at you.
“I do actually,” you said. “And it’s so funny that this has been going on for so long that everyone really started to believe me and I even got myself involved with the real things!” you started laughing.
That caught him a little bit off gourd but he didn’t let it show on his face. He sighed. I think it was about time he was done with you. He started pacing back and forth in the room.
“Ah, you’re a pain. What should I do with you?”
“How about you believe me and just leave me alone?”
“Nope, can’t do that. You see I have heard how good you are with words.”
“Great. Just great.” you thought. He knows another lie about you. Well it was not exactly a lie, you were pretty good with coming up with stories. Actually really good, so good that everyone around you believed you even though you were bluffing all this time. At first you found it funny but later on you just couldn’t drop the act but now see where this got you.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked in a harsh tone.
You didn’t realize but while being lost in thoughts you stared straight at him. Okay. Don’t panic. You’re not afraid. Well you were but of course you can’t show it.
“I have eyes, so can’t I?”
Good job. You did not want to sass him. Why did out of all the possible answers you told him that. You waited in silence for him to say something. A small smirk appeared on his face.
“Okay, I see there’s no point from me to talk to you anymore because you clearly don’t feel intimidated. I think I should bring you to someone who will make you talk.”
He started approaching you. Still holding your wound you tried standing up from the wall and get something to protect yourself.
“And now you suddenly want to fight? Why not do it earlier?”
You did not say anything because even though you wanted to just kick him and go you did not have the strength anymore. You watched as he approached you and just threw you over his shoulder. He signalled the other men you even forgot were in your room to open the door. You tried punching or doing anything really but you couldn’t even see clearly. Did you really lose that much blood? He went for the stairs and took you out through the back. It was dark but of course he couldn’t risk someone seeing you. He placed you in the trunk and shut it. You tried your best to stay awake but you were tired and just done with everything, so you close your eyes not knowing if you will ever open them again.
But you did. You were surprised by the sight as you slowly opened your eyes. You were in a hospital. A nurse came to check on you.
“Oh, you’re awake!”
“No need to worry. You’re in the Phoenix Private Hospital.”
Good. You were still in the city.
“That was some nasty accident, we’re glad you’re okay now. It will still be some time till you recover but we will take good care of you.”
“Yes, don’t you remember? Oh dear, I will call the doctor, I hope you don’t have a concussion.” the nurse said as she quickly left the room.
Oh you do remember. But it was no accident. Why would she even say that? As you were pondering silent steps could be heard outside. You looked up expecting the man from the night before to enter the room. It was not him though.
“Yoongi.” you hissed.
“Well good morning to you too.”
~ I turned this one shot into a series you can read it here -> Part 1 ~
A/N 2: Thanks for reading! Also sorry for any grammar mistakes I may have missed. I may continue this or make a series out of this if inspiration strikes me again and if anyone would be interested 😂