4

"Time for another round of fun~"

J hope chimed, in a sing song manner as he approached Jimin. He dragged the iron chair along with Jimin still tied on it, not bothering to straighten it from its tilted position.

Jimin groaned in pain and dizziness at being dragged after being turned over like that for god knows how long.

An abrupt jolt brought Jimin back to his sitting position and the rush of blood made him sick and throw up.

J hope just clicked his tongue, "Dear Gods, Foxie isn't going to be happy you soiled his art room." He said in a mocked tone.

Jimin looked at him with the slightest tilt of his head he can manage. His eyes unable to focus.

J hope stepped closer to Jimin, pulled back his hair and smiled brightly. "C'mon doll, just one answer and I'll let you go. Where is he hiding the shipment? Where is he?"

Jimin's eyes were still blurry and unfocused. He barely managed to speak, "D-don't know."

J hope sat on Jimin's lap sideways and leaned into his ears, "You do not want to fall into my wrath doll, let alone Fox's. You'll regret it the longer you drag. Answer, and maybe RM will show you some mercy."

Jimin gained his composure slowly, steadily breathing in. He was a little too intimidated by J hope for his likings. He gulped thickly and immediately fell into a coughing fit because of his dry throat.

"Aah shit" J hope clicked his tongue and jumped off of Jimin's lap and waited out his cough to die. His gaze didn't flicker for a split second, staring holes into the other's skull. Jimin dared to look up at those dark orbs oozing threat and immediately quiet down. Cough forgotten.

Jimin wasn't the one to play easy, not the one to show how fuckin' scared he's of this J hope guy. Instead, he smiled innocently, eyes crinkling and said in a raspy voice, "How about you and I play? No one needs to know. I'll let you do anything and then I can go."

J hope's sinister laughed echoed in the almost empty room. "You wanna play doll? You'll let me do anything?" J hope asked while caressing Jimin's face with his index. "You know, you should choose your words wisely. I could do many things to you. You may not like it really." J hope smirked when Jimin audibly gulped at his words.

Jimin just stared at J hope's face, unable to utter another word. He was scared, confused, cold.

"Aah Fuck." J hope seethed through clenched teeth. "You're really gonna pretend you don't know, aren't you?" J hope swinged his fist hard at Jimin's face. "You'll. Tell. Me. Right. Now. Where the fuck is he hiding the shipment?" J hope seethed.

Jimin was at loss of energy even to lift his head. The immense pain from his jaw radiated to his already fuzzy head. He could taste blood coming from his lips and tongue. He misses his Hyung. His hyung would just make him feel better. Tears ran down his cheeks at the thought of his brother.

J hope wasn't a man of patience. And at this point he lost the little of whatever he had. He was fuming in anger. No one steals from RM. He wasn't gonna waste his time playing doll with Park Jimin. So he immediately fished out the trench knife that he carries under his waistband, pulled back Jimin's hair to expose his neck and placed the knife right under his Adam's apple.

"Speak or Die." J hope spoke in a cold monotonous voice with much dominance then Jimin could ever imagine.

All air left Jimin's body. More tears cascaded down. He thought he was soon gonna have a heart attack if his heart didn't slow down. But he was clueless to why he was there. Why he was about to die. "I-I really d-don't k-know." Jimin stuttered in a voice which was almost a whisper.

Yes, J hope's anger touched the top notch. He was about to slice Jimin's throat mercilessly but. . .

BANG.

Another hole added to the ceiling, from the multiple gunshots for multiple reasons.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing, Hope?" Fox walked through the door with the Glock 19 in his hand.

"We aren't playing any battle royal here to increase your kill count. We need information. We need to retrieve the package. No one steals from RM. And I will not let any one leave my Art Room without answering my questions. You will keep that goddamn knife of your's until I order you further. Am I clear?" Fox shouted with a high tone at J hope.

Fox was fuming at this point. Whatever he said was true. They needed the package, and Jimin could give them a lead. Also he hated when others loose control.

"Sorry Fox, I'll leave him to you." J hope said in a low voice with his head low and left the dungeon without further ado.

J hope really hated when he lost control. He lost too much because of his lack of patience. He didn't want to loose the people around him now. That was the reason why he always took Fox's orders seriously. Never argued with him. Never raised his voice at him. Saw him as a father figure. The Snakes are the only family he got now..

.

"Bring me my chair." Fox yelled, glaring at his little prey. Scared, bloody, tired, yet fierce and dangerous.

Knock knock.

"What?" Fox yelled yet again, not moving a single muscle in his body, only staring into the soul of the boy named Park Jimin.

"H-hyung," Felix, a tiny boy with doe eyes and deep voice, peeped timidly through the door, "your chair."

Felix is one of the eight Stray kids that work as eyes and ears around the country for The Snakes. V's subordinates.

"C'mon in sweet, no need to be scared." Jin sweetly called the boy with a beautiful smile. "Do you want to stay? Want Hyung to teach you a thing or two?" Jin asked Felix when he approached them with small steps while pushing the pink and purple spinning chair.

"I think I'll pass Hyung. V hyung asked me and Channie to go to the harbour to fish for the shipment." Answered Felix in a low but powerful voice, looking at his feet. He was a shy kid but sharp and with great acting skills.

"Alright then. You can go." Jin replied in a soothing voice and patted his hair with yet another sweet smile.

Meanwhile, Jimin's ears were ringing. First from the blood rush, then the gun shot and then the high pitched voice of Fox yelling. But he was glad, that Fox sent away the Hope guy. Although, now there's this little kid who, Fox was talking to so softly with a fond smile. If looks could kill, Felix would be under his grave by now. Jimin was shooting fucking daggers at Felix with his eyes. He had no idea why but he did not like the fact that Fox was being so soft to others. It was jealousy bubbling in Jimin's stomach.

Jimin's eyes followed the kid leaving the room and was staring mindlessly at the closed door when he felt a cool metal pressed on his cheeks. He snapped back his head and immediately regretted it as soon as he felt a sting. A single drop of blood ran down from his cheek to his chin and dropped on his crotch, staining the single piece of clothing he had on him.

"Aahh," Fox laughed like a maniac as he plopped down on his colorful chair. "I fucking like the sight of blood there," he pointed at jimin's dick with his knife, "I could make it even more colourful, you know. It will only take a little push of this cold metal down that slit." He smirked, totally enjoying the sight in front of him. Bloody cheeks, bloody lips, bloody throat. Perfect view.

Jimin's mind went frenzy when Fox pointed a knife at his dick. "What the fuck? Why in the world is that hot?" Jimin's mind can only think, when he's infront of Fox. It's like he almost forgets how to speak infront of the mesmerizing man.He gulped and looked back and forth from between his thighs to the knife. He's breathing shallow. He thanked Gods above that he was sitting, or by now he'd be on his knees begging to be. . .

"Now will you be a good boy or want to see more blood?" Jimin's thought were interrupted by Fox's low voice. Dark eyes staring beyond his soul.

Arousal aside, Jimin at this point was super confused. He needed answer. So for once, instead of playing Mr. Smart Mouth, he asked politely, "Why am I here Fox ssi? I really have no idea why I'm here."

"You're here because you're brother stole the package that was to be shipped to the States. Snipers and cocaine included." Jin spoke while playing with the knife between his fingers. "And you are going to tell me where he hid it."

"Hyung stole? No way. He would never meddle with RM." Jimin replied, a little shocked.

"Yeah that's what we thought but, oh well, you and your brother dug your own grave."

"I really don't know any of it. I'm not involved in the those business." Jimin tried to reason.

"I'll remind you. May be a few things will help you have a flash back. Huh?" Fox said with a stoic face and walked to the cabinet at the far corner. He wore his brass knucks and walked back to stand infront of Jimin. He swung his arm and hit Jimin square at the jaw. Little purple bruises immediately formed on Jimin's face to which Fox smiled in satisfaction.

"I'll punch the shit out of you if you don't answer me now." Fox spit the words at him.

"I really don't - " Jimin could not even finish the sentence when he was hit with another blow and then another and another. Jimin's lips and cheeks now split and spilling blood at the hard relentless punches with the knucks.

"Where is he hiding the package, Park?" Fox seethed again. Jimin was panting, cheeks stained with blood, sweat and tears. Yet, red bloodshot, tearful eyes managed to glare at Fox.

"Fuck if I know." Jimin croaked.

"You'll beg for mercy, real soon." Jin hit a particularly hard blow which dislocated Jimin's jaw. The pain immediately knocking him out.

Jin sighed deeply as he took off his knucks and dropped it on the floor. He examined Jimin's face and then he's pulse to make sure he wasn't seriously injured. He wrung his fingers and with a final look at Jimin, walked out of the room.

"Clean." He yelled at no one in particular, knowing one of the workers will do the job. With that he jogged the way to his room. After all of this hard work he wanted to cuddle in a set of specific arms. His Joon.

𝙰/𝙽𝙴𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎... 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙.𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴. 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵.