Chapter 13 - (1.7K Words)

"So, this is your first time in South Korea, right?" Mark asked, awkwardly clearing his throat from the driver's seat. His hands were tight on the wheel, and his eyes focused on the road. Yugyeom sat just behind him, watching as the land around the car passed by.

"Yeah, it is," you said, looking out the window, just like Yugyeom was. Aside from when you had first landed, it was the first real look you had gotten at Korea. "It's the first time I've been out of America, too,"

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Mark nod his head. He didn't say anything, but it didn't matter. There wasn't really anything to be said between the two of you.

I can't believe this was Namjoon's only idea, you thought to yourself.

You ran your hand through your now black hair, and adjusted your glasses. You wished that you had punched Namjoon when you had the chance. Now you would have to wait at least until the end of the day.

You looked back at Yugyeom, who was still staring contentedly at the world outside of the car. You didn't need to look at Mark to know that he was paying attention to the road, and only the road. He couldn't even be bothered with small talk.

These two are so boring when it's just them.

You thought back to what happened before you had got into the car with Mark and Yugyeom. Now that you'd had some time to cool down, it was almost funny.

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You were sitting on the couch, in shock. You could tell Namjoon did not trust these people very much, if at all. Yet here he was, handing you over to them.

Has he absolutely lost his mind?!

"Is everything okay, (Y/N)?" Namjoon calmly whispered, shaking you from your thoughts. You turned your head to look up at him, and you nodded. You weren't about to cause a scene in front of your guests.

While the boys all discussed the plan, you were getting slightly more and more angry at Namjoon. You were about to angrily throw his arm off of you when you heard somebody call your name. You looked up, and you saw Mark giving you a relaxed smile from where he was sitting.

"Did you hear what I said? I think you were spacing out," he said, the smile still playing at his lips.

You shook your head no. In your anger, you hadn't been listening to the conversation. It hadn't occurred to you that you should listen.

"We're going to drive up to the edge of Daegu, and we're going to have to walk and take trains to get to the other side of the city. There are going to be police and other dangerous folks all throughout the city They're going to be stopping cars and searching them, so it's our only option," he said, leaning forward.

"How do you plan to get me through the city in one piece? If you haven't noticed, I don't really fit in," you said, motioning to the color of your hair and the tanness of your skin. It would take a miracle to get you safely from one side of the city to the other.

"I brought makeup and hair dye," Mark said, motioning to a duffel bag resting at the foot of the couch.

"Is that all that's in there?" Namjoon asked skeptically, taking his arm away from you and leaning forward. "I don't want you to have to worry about us if you're already caught up in your own kind of business."

"Nothing that won't help us in the long run," Yugyeom spoke up, pushing the bag out of sight with his foot. "But yes, there's more than makeup and hair dye."

Namjoon sighed and flopped back on the couch beside you. He folded his arms across his chest, and his eyes hardened. He menacingly stared at the two boys across from you, which seemed to scare you more than it was them.

"I want her returned safely," he pushed himself off of the couch and stood in front of the two of them. "If I find anything at all that says you didn't, whether it's a bullethole, a cut on her skin, or even a little scratch, I will personally put an end to both of you."

The room was silent. The tension in the room was unbelievable. Both Mark and Yugyeom were sitting like they had a wooden pole for a spine. Namjoon's shadow seemed to swallow them up and fill them with fear instead.

"Do you understand?" Namjoon asked, calmly drawing out his words. Both of the boys nodded, but avoided any and all eye contact with him.

"Good."

"(Y/N)," Namjoon said, turning over his shoulder. You instantly looked up at him.

"Let's go find Yoongi. He can help you with the hair dye, but I think you'll have to be on your own for the makeup."

You nodded, and then quietly followed him into the hallway. He motioned you to follow him into a room you hadn't been to before, and you saw your chance. If you had things you wanted to say, it was now or never.

"Namjoon, what the hell?!"

He shut the door behind you, and turned around to face you, his face calm. You couldn't believe how he could be so calm after talking to Mark and Yugyeom. Everyone was shaken up by it, except for him.

"I can tell you don't trust either of them," you said, rubbing your temples. "But you're just handing me like its the only thing you can do. There's got to be something else you can do, right?"

"I know, but there's nothing we can do, our hands are tied," Namjoon said, running his hands through his hair. "We can't go through the city with you without being caught. But we also can't go around Daegu with you, otherwise we'll get into more trouble. You're going to have to go with them for your own safety."

"Don't tell me," you said, sarcasm creeping into your voice. "You have friends crawling all throughout the city, prepared to hold your hands as you cross the street, right? And since when have you cared about my safety?"

"Shut the hell up," Namjoon growled angrily, stepping towards you. You instinctively stepped away from him, scared of what he would do next. "I doubt that you have any idea what's really going on, so I'd be careful what you say, Princess."

You gulped, and defensively crossed your arms over your chest. He sighed, and stepped away from you. He stood with his back to you, and you could see that he was trying to calm himself.

"You're going to have to walk through the city with Mark and Yugyeom, or we're going to get in more trouble than we're already in," Namjoon said, turning, and then throwing himself back against the wall. "We'll have to go around Daegu, and hope that we can meet up with you on the other side of the city."

You nodded your head, not wanting to anger him again. You kept your eyes on the floor, where his feet were.

"Listen, I don't like it either, but it's the safest plan that we have."

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You looked at your reflection in the side mirror. You didn't see the girl you had always known. You saw someone almost completely different. Your face shape didn't even look the same as before. Maybe it was because your glasses were gone.

I guess Namjoon was wrong, Yoongi does know quite a bit about makeup.

The blackness of your new hair looked normal against the makeup foundation. Of course, it was quite a few shades paler than your actual skin color. They even contoured the absolute hell out of your face so that it looked just a little bit different in shape.

Of course, there was other makeup. They made you look as youthful as possible, making your eyes appear as large and as bright as they could. And to seal the deal, they had to give you colored contacts. You could see just fine without your glasses, and the contacts weren't bothering your eyes.

I'm not sure who I look like anymore, but it's definitely not me.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Mark's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "We're going to have to start walking soon."

You silently nodded, and watched as the car pulled off of the road into a small grove of trees. You felt the engine slowly stall to a stop, and you heard Yugyeom unclick his seatbelt.

You quickly and quietly unbuckled yourself, not wanting yourself to be left behind. Yugyeom opened your door, and offered you his hand. You gladly accepted his help, and stepped out of the car.

You heard the car doors lock behind you. Mark walked up beside you and Yugyeom, and he was holding the same bag from earlier. As he handed it over to Yugyeom, you wondered if there was anything other than makeup and hair dye in there.

"Alright, (Y/N)," Mark sang, laying his arm lazily across your shoulders. "We're going to walk through town together, and we need to look like a happy couple. Yugyeom's going to trail behind us a little bit, just in case we need any backup."

A happy couple?!

You tried to push yourself away from Mark, but it didn't work. While you were fighting against him, Mark reached into his pocket, and you felt something cold and metal press up against your side through your shirt. You tried to squirm away from the coldness, but Mark's grip on your shoulders tightened. Now you could hardly move at all.

"Mark, you know what Namjoon said about--"

"I don't give a damn about what Namjoon said," Mark said, forcing the gun harder into your side. "This is just to make sure that we get the job done without any difficulty. It's only going to make it harder if you decide to run, and we can't have that."

"Now, put on your happy face, darling."