Kim Taehyung

Kim Taehyung found himself wondering the streets of the underground, completely unaware of his destination.

Walking down the thin passageways of the underground he grimaced visible as he passed the intimate couple that lay slouched against the mounded building. His legs could carry him quick enough as his eyes accidentally found the 'intimate' parts on both their bodies.

The only thing he wanted to do was find Jimin Hyung then they could all go back above ground and not come back down for another month or two. Taehyung hates the underground it made him feel restricted in his body, like if anything was to happen he couldn't run.

He supposed it was his fault that he had lost Jimin after all he had purposely strayed to far away and like usual got himself lost in the winding pathways.

It wasn't until he came to a dead end that he halted turning to the watch on his wrist as he turned around. Even in the dim lights of the alley he could barely see three centimeters in front of him which made him panic slightly more.

He inhaled sharply as he calmed his aching body, retreating back into the darkness. In his panicked state he couldn't quiet notice the streets becoming scarce of people nor the sudden change in atmosphere.

He had once more gotten himself lost in the downtown half of the underground. If one thought the central was bad then they would have a heart attack downtown. The place was awfully clean no rubbish scattered across the floor, but instead most of it was covered in thick red paint.

Or at least he was hoping it was paint...

He resisted the urge to smack himself as he hurried turned around, looking down the thin brick layered pathway he had came down. His first step forward shattered the silence that placed itself in the air and his breath caught in his throat.

With one more step his body froze, the footsteps echoing through the darkness the a mirage threatening to attack him. Each sound sparked a fear in him that paralyzed him to the point he couldn't move. Yet when the footsteps dwindled into silence once more he finally found his courage to take another step.

Or so he believed...

Instead of forwards he found himself falling backwards hitting a hardened object with his back. A thin white rag draped against his face, whatever liquid soaked into it transférer onto his skin. Instead of panicking he stood there not daring to move an inch, not breathing a single drop of oxygen, he eventually found himself growing light headed whether from the rag or lack of oxygen he didn't know but he leaned against what he assumed was his attackers chest for balance.

His eyesight grew spotty and blurry at the edges as his lungs burned with the cry for oxygen, but he refused to do so until the material was moved away from him.

A sudden thump startled him as he gasped inhaling the air around him as he felt the lack of warmth on his back. He was unstable on his feet as he swayed missing the support beam that was once his attacker.

He found his eyes widening as he look down at the male. A bulky one at that with tattoos splashing across his body like a canvas created by a child. He had a bald, rectangular shaped head with a small handlebar mustache... or at least he did.

A knife, no large than a butter knife, pierced the small crack between the males eyes and that left no doubt in his mind that his attacker was dead.

A small cough echoed through the soft dripping of the males blood which startled him. He turned around anxiously playing with his finger as he did so to face another person. From the darkness he couldn't tell what gender it was nor if it was a member of the mafia but I didn't bother him as much as he would of liked.

' Kim Taehyung'

His name being spoke softly only suggested that the shrouded figure was a female; and she stepped forward abruptly brandishing another butter knife in between her thumb and forefinger.

' A-ah thank you.'

He found himself bowing subconsciously not out of respect yet not out of fear, his actions almost confused him. He froze mid bow as he heard the girl chuckle to herself, it was somewhat melodic yet dark.

' I couldn't let someone else take my kill could I?'

Her voice felt cold, lifeless even but he felt himself yearning to hear more. To him it felt like she was in pain, talking so that someone would eventually find out the truth beneath her words and because of this he felt not fear towards her.

' Tell me Kim Taehyung, what did you do to piss of Kang.'

There was no hostility in her words like she was playing a game or watching the monkeys in a circus.

' I hacked into Kang's mainframe to find the records of the Mafia princess.'

An audible scoff resounded of the claustrophobic walls as the girl sauntered forward. Out of instinct Taehyung stepped backwards, his leg catching on the dead male on the floor making him fall with a heavy thump to the ground.

' You're a smart one Kim I'll give you that but your efforts were in vain.'

Swirling the knife in her hand she pointed the tip directly at him, her eyes meeting his as her hood shuffled backwards slightly.

For a moment the world seemed to pause not a sound being created as the two stared pointlessly at each other. To the outside world it probably seemed like one of those romcoms where the two main characters find love at first sight but in fact it was much more disappointing than that.

They were confused and equally as conflicted, like the world had stopped purposely for the two of them to gather their thoughts before doing anything rash.

' The records are tampered with, the only place you'll find information on the Princess is it the locked box in the basement level 4.'

And with that she retreated back into the darkness leaving her victim alive and confused at her final words.