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Confusion. The state of being bewildered or unclear in one’s mind about something. That is a perfect word for your current condition. Sitting in your new cell (clean, empty, and surprisingly comfortable), you pick at the freshly wrapped bandages on your wrists and arm. The moment you were removed from the cell, the detective looked you up and down and almost went ballistic at your injuries. Yoongi had dragged you to your cell and tended to your wounds himself, claiming that you and Taehyung were too reckless for your own good. Though, the path of hickeys on his neck was enough evidence that Yoongi could never truly be upset with Taehyung. You were all patched up by the end of the hour, and Yoongi had left you with your thoughts. Not even two minutes later, an inconsolable Taehyung was camping outside your cell sobbing his heart out when he saw the bandages on your wrists and arm. You had spent the next hour promising Taehyung you were fine, but he still stayed, his body shaking with harsh sobs.
Why were they so soft with you? Even after watching you purposely stab a man in the hand and knowing that you had killed a man earlier, Yoongi had guided you carefully out of the cell, sneering at your former henchman before brutally kicking him in the face. He tended to each wound as if you would shatter and even had the audacity to press a gentle kiss to each injury. Taehyung had not left your side (or at least the cell) and whispered quiet apologies and sweet nothings. What was with these seven me and their fascination with you? This was something beyond simple affection or infatuation. Your criminal record alone would be enough to deter most people from ever seeing you as a suitable partner. Their feelings were something much darker. But you couldn’t be sure. Was it a crazed obsession? Or a clever ploy to throw you off your game and land you in a prison cell? One thing is for sure, no matter what their end goal is, you weren’t going to stick around to find out.
Standing up, you pace around the cell. You need an escape plan or at the very least a plan to shake these cops off your tail when you finally get out. But what could you do? While you had no evidence, it almost felt like they knew your every move, what made you tick, but worst of all, they knew your personality. During the time the men were undercover in your syndicate small things had been happening that you hadn’t even noticed. The flowers you kept on your desk were always replaced before they wilted, your favorite snacks were always fully stocked in your office, and worst of all, things were constantly missing. Pens, lipstick, perfume, even the sticky notes you plastered all over your desk. At first you chalked it up to general forgetfulness, but as you sit here in a surprisingly comfortable jail cell all bandaged up the pieces were all falling together. They were either obsessed with the concept of you rotting in prison or worse. You.
A shiver went up your spine at the thought of the latter. You couldn’t go through that again. You would never go through that again. The obsession, the insanity, the manipulation. You wouldn’t wish it on your greatest enemy. Letting your mind wander down memory lane, an eerily familiar face flashed through your mind.
There was a pounding in your head. It felt as if you were hit by a truck. Groaning, you tried to get up only to realized you were being restrained. It was cold and dark in the room. Shivers racked through your body as the cool air settled into your skin. Squinting your eyes, you tried to focus your vision on what was in front of you. Slowly the dark figures became clear. Dolls. Thousands of them. They were on shelves, tables, and a select few in glass cases. But what scared you the most wasn’t the dolls. No, it was something much more sinister. It was the massive glass case in the center of the room that looked just your size. Looking closer, there would be barely enough room for you to move. But the chains bolted to the bottom of the case reassured you that wouldn’t be a problem you’d have to face.
Running on adrenaline and fear, you assessed the situation. You were tied up, gagged, and wearing different clothes than you remember. Whoever captured you took the time to dress you in a soft pink dress and do your makeup. You struggled in your restraints until you saw a figure in the darkness. Your heart was pounding in your ears; you could feel your blood run cold. “Hello, my sweet doll. I’ve missed you,” the figure stepped into the light to reveal a tall man with a grin that looked like it would split his face in two. He looked sickly, his skin having a subtle green tint. There was dirt and dried blood caked under his nails and his cologne made you want to vomit. As he crouched in front of your face you could see drool dribbling down his chin.
His cold and clammy fingers traced the exposed skin on your shoulders before gripping your face tightly. You could barely breathe; each breath hurt to take in. The ropes were tied tight against your wrist, ankles, and chest, tearing at your delicate skin. Tears pooled in your eyes and blurred your vision. But through it all, you could clearly see the insanity in his face. His grin was deranged, and his eyes looked clouded over. He wasn’t all there. “My precious little doll. I’ll keep you safe. You’ll never have to leave me again,” You fight in his grip and choke back a sob. He slides his hand down, admiring every detail your skin had to offer. When he reaches your throat, he slides both hands around your neck and squeezes, “Don’t worry my little doll, rest now.” Gasping for air, your vision spots, and everything goes black.
“You’re awfully cute with that look on your face,” jerking your head up, you are suddenly face to face with Kim Seokjin. Fear pulsed through your veins. You could feel a cold sweat drip down your back. You couldn’t do this again not with seven people. Just who were these guys and what did they want with you? Taking a deep breath, you school your face. You weren’t going to give any of them the satisfaction of a reaction. “Do you need something Seokjin?” Seokjin gives you a soft smile and shakes his head. Out of nowhere, he pulls out a set of keys that you are positive will unlock your cell, “You need to eat. I don’t want you going hungry on my watch.” As soon as you hear the click of the lock, you are enveloped in a pair of strong arms. The warm citrus smell invaded your senses and as you pushed back against the body it only held you tighter.
You couldn’t have anyone touching you right now. Not after reliving trauma you thought you had buried deep inside you. Shaking you strain and fight against the taller man. In a normal situation you’d have taken him down by now but with the rapidly rising panic inside you had severely limited your skills. “Taehyung, let her go. She needs to eat,” Seokjin lightly scolds the younger man but it’s clear he’s endeared by him. Taehyung reluctantly lets you go scanning you over for more injuries. His eyes are puffy and red, and seeing the state you’re in he looks ready to burst into tears again, “Hyung, I hurt her. I didn’t mean to hurt her. Now look, I’ve scared her. She’s scared of me!” Taehyung wails not caring in the slightest who saw one of Seoul’s top officers crying like a child. Placing the food down on the bench next to you Seokjin gently strokes the younger man’s hair, “I know you didn’t mean it, baby boy. It was just an accident. How about you make it up to her by feeding her dinner hmm? Make sure she’s eaten everything on her plate.” Flinching at Seokjin’s words, you push yourself as far away from the two men as possible. Ever eager to please Taehyung excitedly sits on the bench and carefully places the plate of food in his lap. You glare at Seokjin, hoping he’ll burst into flames. He knew that Taehyung would prevent you from going anywhere, significantly after you were “injured”.
Nevertheless, two could play this game, and you’d be out of here in no time. You reluctantly let Taehyung feed you, trying not to vomit at the lovesick look on his face. You seriously hope he’s just a great actor.
The office was tense. While the seven men had managed a way to get their soulmate under their protection for at least a short period of time something felt off. She was here, she was safe, and Taehyung was protecting her. Yet Namjoon could tell this was the calm before the storm. Leaning back in his chair, he rubbed at his temples. What could possibly be wrong? Feeling a pair of familiar warm hands on his shoulders Namjoon relaxes slightly, “You’re going to give yourself worry lines my darling. What’s wrong?” Seokjin gently massages Namjoon’s shoulders rubbing the tension away. Seokjin could always tell when something was bothering one of his lovers, Namjoon being no different.
“Something feels off. I don’t know why but I just feel worried something is going to happen to our princess,” Namjoon groans in frustration. He hated not having control. Every aspect of his life was under his control including his lovers. Though in retrospect they had just as much control over him as he had over them, maybe more. He knew everything about his lovers to keep them safe, but he feels in the dark right now. What could be wrong? While Namjoon was always logical and in no way superstitious, the sickening feeling in his gut kept him on high alert. Seokjin nods in agreement, “Do you think it has something to do with the mole in Y/n’s syndicate?” Humming in thought Namjoon considers the idea. During their time spent undercover, the boys discovered the possibility of a traitor among your organization. However, he had no idea who it could be. Though he desperately wanted to know. Who could betray my sweet Y/n? You were a fair boss and beyond forgiving in Namjoon’s eyes. What made things more complicated was that you didn’t get close to anyone. Despite it being a trait of yours he admired, it was an obstacle when trying to find the infestation that needed to be exterminated.
Knock. Knock. Snapping out of their thoughts, the six men look towards the door. No one ever knocked on the door. Each man had a clearance card to get in and no one else was allowed inside. Scowling, Namjoon clears his throat, “Come in.” The door opens slowly as if the person behind it was using it as a shield. Peeking his head around the door, the six men frown at the unwelcome face. “Donghyun you of all people know you are not allowed to enter without proper clearance,” Namjoon glances at Hoseok looking for a reaction but is slightly relieved when Hoseok looks just as unamused as everyone else. Offering a sheepish smile, Donghyun shrugs, “I believe I have figured who is behind the various robberies in the southern district. From the evidence I compiled it looks like the Dionysus clan is behind this. Because she is in your custody, I need your approval to interrogate her.” Namjoon sits up at these words. Your syndicate was not known for petty theft, it was beneath you. Murder? Yes. Large-scale robberies? Of course. Fraud, illegal fight clubs, drug manufacturing, drug dealing, and more? Absolutely. However, you would never stoop to petty theft. Something wasn’t right and Namjoon didn’t want Donghyun near any of his lovers anyway. Even his unclaimed ones.
“You do not have the clearance to interrogate her. You will hand over the case and not engage further,” Namjoon’s voice was stern and strong. There was no room for debate. But that didn’t stop Donghyun from trying, “As Detective Hoseok’s partner, I think I have the right to-” Namjoon instantly shut him down, “As Detective Hoseok’s partner, you should trust that he will handle the case and will seek your assistance if needed.” Hoseok moves to defend Donghyun but settles for a comforting pat on the annoying man’s shoulder, giving him that dazzling smile that steals everyone’s hearts. Namjoon sees red. But with a reputation to uphold, he settles for a glare and gestures towards the door, “Next time, wait for us in the main office. You don’t have the clearance or the right to be in this sector.” Huffing, Donghyun reluctantly leaves making sure to slam the door on his way out.
Clenching his jaw Namjoon stands up from his desk. “Everyone out. We all have things to do. And someone go get Taehyung before he’s caught with Y/n,” the reaction was instant the five men scrambling to leave the room, “Hoseok and Seokjin you two stay here. We need to talk.” Hoseok freezes in his tracks. He was in trouble, and he knew it. He knew every one of his boyfriends hated Donghyun, especially Namjoon, yet he played oblivious anyway. He absolutely did not care. It was a well-known fact that Hoseok submitted to absolutely no one and defied everyone. It was one of the things about him that caught Namjoon’s eye in the first place. Hoseok was fiery and dominant bowing down to no one. Jimin joked that Hoseok would rebel in the face of God himself if given a chance. But Namjoon and Seokjin knew better. The dominant persona Hoseok carried could be broken. Only Namjoon and Seokjin had the power to do so, and even then, Hoseok was bratty. Yet, in those rare moments when Hoseok released control, Namjoon swears it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. Today was going to be one of those rare moments.
“Hobi come here,” Namjoon wasted no time trying to sugarcoat his words, he was pissed, and he knew Hoseok knew the consequences if he was pushed too far. Yet Hoseok merely quirked a brow, “Was that an order, Commander?” Leaning back against the wall Seokjin watched in amusement. While Namjoon never entertained bratty behavior, Seokjin always thought it was part of the fun. Gritting his teeth, Namjoon glowered at the older man. Seokjin was always forgiving and tended to spoil the boys, even during punishments. He had no time for games today. Hoseok would learn, and he would learn now, “Hoseok, do not test me today. I’m not in the mood. So, are you going to take your punishment like the good boy I know you can be, or are we going to do this the hard way?” A flicker of something dark and defiant crossed over Hoseok’s face. While many of the other boys would have caved by now, Hoseok was in his element. He liked, no, loved the hard way. Locking the door to the office, Seokjin made himself comfortable on one of the couches in the office. He knew they were going to be here awhile. Hoseok walked towards Namjoon, only to brush past him and sit in the Commander’s chair. He threw his feet up on the desk, not caring if he ruined all the important paperwork that lay there. Throwing a pointed look at Seokjin both men waited for him to act. The eldest only shrugged, knowing he’d have his fun with both men later. With a roll of his eyes, Namjoon undid his belt, folding it in half, “The hard way it is then.” Lazily dragging his eyes over Namjoon’s and Seokjin’s forms, Hoseok uttered three words that sent a thrill down the other two men’s spines.
“Do your worst.”
The interrogation room was your favorite place to be in the police station. Maybe it was the heavy steel chairs or the two-way mirror that was obviously a window. It could be the cold black coffee they give you out of courtesy. Or maybe it’s because this is the place where you have lied your way out of trouble time and time again. This room was your stage, and my god, did you perform. Devastation, insanity, rage, you could do it all. One day you were the misunderstood girl forced to follow her family’s bloody legacy, the next, you were an innocent girl who never knew what was going on beneath the surface. You could cry on command, and even your mother would be convinced the tears were real. Your only concern at the moment is choosing the role you want to play. Playing innocent or dumb wouldn’t work this time, nor would insanity. These men were smart; you’ll give them that. But you still had one last card up your sleeve. Yourself. If these guys were genuinely obsessed with you, playing them like a fiddle would be easy. If you had to flirt with potential psychos to keep you from going back to prison, so be it. I’m not going back to that hell hole. Never again. You’d walk on broken glass and rub salt in your wounds before going back to that pathetic pit of despair.
Hearing the door open, you look up to see Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok entering the room. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Hoseok was hit by a truck. His black hair was a mess, there were bruises and hickeys littered all over his body, and it looked as if each step he took was painful for him. But judging from the blissed-out expressions on his and Namjoon’s faces, you had no reason to be concerned. Honestly, it was strange that Namjoon was here in the first place. You were no stranger to Yoongi and Hoseok’s good cop, bad cop routine but the dimpled commander had never dropped by during your interrogations. “Sorry to keep you waiting Ms. L/n, there were some things I needed to attend to,” Namjoon sat down in the chair across from you, his demeanor nonchalant. “Here to interrogate me, Commander? Or to test out an exhibitionist kink?” You pointedly glance in Hoseok’s direction, who blushes at your blatant nature.
“Let’s keep it professional Ms. L/n,” adjusting the glasses on his face Namjoon gives you a warning look. But you were never one to bow down to authority. Or keep your mouth shut. “What a shame. Don’t you think so boys?” You send a cheeky smile, and a slight wave to the other four men you assumed were watching behind the two-way mirror. Yoongi let’s out a snort in amusement while Hoseok clearly hides a laugh with a cough. Namjoon rolled his eyes. He did not have time to deal with two brats today. He had things to do. Namjoon moved his chair closer to you, then, gripping the edge of your seat he pulled you as close to him as possible. You bit your lip, you were not going to let this man know he had an effect on you.
Leaning closer, you felt his warm breath on you ear, “Listen sweetheart, as much as I would love to play with you right now, I’m on a tight schedule. I have annoying subordinate sniffing around what’s mine, I have to clean up this mess you made with the public official earlier today, and I need to find the double agent snooping in your syndicate.” Your breath hitched in your throat. A mole in your organization? How did he get that intel before you? You had eyes and ears everywhere, you should have known about any traitors. You were with hot rage and shame. Namjoon continued, “So here’s what you’re going to do princess, you’re going to give me a confession that doesn’t get you in trouble and you’re going to go home and watch your back. Am I clear?”
It took every bone in your body to not snap at the man. Police or not, these men forgot who you were. You were Korea’s queen and eventually, all would bow down to you, dead or alive. You didn’t have time for cops, you didn’t have time for traitors, and you definitely had no time for obsessive stalkers. Clearly you were too kind to those around you, and they stopped taking you seriously. But it no longer mattered; a change was coming. Soon enough, you would rain hellfire upon everyone. Starting with the seven thorns in your side.
“I asked you a question Y/n and I expect an answer. Am I clear?”
Looking at Namjoon, you smirked, “Crystal.”