Play "Say it Right" by Nelly Furtado, (From yours pov)

"The real Jimin? The Boss of Scarlet Bulletproof?" You add in taking a deep breath. He frowns as he unfolds his legs and sits forwardly, intertwining the fingers of his hands. He looks intently at you, scans your covered face and stares deeply into your eyes.

The corner of your heart is asking him to confirm if he's the real Jimin she knew. Who is he? The one who is her childhood love or the one who is her teenage crush?

Or none of them but just a mafia, the boss of Scarlet Bulletproof. Unfortunately, He is all she has been thinking about.

"Who are you?" He ignores your question. The corner of your heart aches because all you want him to say is that he's not the one you loved but if he is, then you shall be the one you prepared yourself for.

You scoff and refuse to answer as you look away towards the wall. You hear him scoffing. "I didn't get you girl, You saved my life the other day but you tried to kill me the next?" He put his views.

"Oh Gawd- It's so freaking hot here. Can't you just turn on the AC?" You ignore him and lean back on the chair.

He smiles annoyingly and exchanges look with his team members. "Answer us." The one having such a deep voice like the ocean yells.

"No, I don't want to." You look at them, staring into their eyes burning up with anger. You roll your eyes ignoring how mad they are.

"You know what? I always think twice before hurting women." The guy you know as Jimin, says.

"You shouldn't have to be a mafia then. You will die before you even think once." You say as you meet your eyes with him once again. Even though you hesitate, you still haven't let your past feelings come in between.

"No, but just because, I don't want to hurt them." Jimin says as you see his eyes beaming with generosity. No matter how tough of a guy he is, but he is calm now. His gaze is soft as he speaks to you.

"But you already did. Not once or twice but several times." You mumble, quite audible to them as well but they just find it little confusing as they exchange looks.

"What did you say?" The tapered eyed man asks. "Nothing, Your boss is just weak to fight a woman and sugarcoating the sentence that women are weak in his eyes." You reply.

"It's not like that, You're taking it in a wrong..."

"Wait Jungkook, We are not here to discuss that." The man with big doe eyes is cut off by Jimin as he raises his palm at him and fixes his gaze on you.

"We just want to know who you are. We want to know everything you already know. You already know who are behind me and want to kill me, Don't you?" He asks.

"Uhhh...hmm. Even if I know it, why would I tell you this? Didn't I try to kill you as well?" You ask raising an eyebrow at him.

"Ofcourse we know you're not doing it all alone. You have a gang of your own. Just reveal it already." He says.

"I'm not like you Mr. Park who owns a gang. I am a single lady who is a gang on her own." You look at him, not afraid even a bit but a challenging gaze.

He looks offended and that's what you wanted. His gaze got angrier as he looks at you and the attitude you're still giving him makes him form the fists of his hands.

The members exchange looks with each other as they study the heating up environment and the tapered eyed man stands up to break the eye contact of both of you as he stands in between facing you.

Everyone gets on the edge of their seat because of the sudden tension raising. "Look, We don't really want to torture you. You have the nerve to say it then just be grateful that he didn't stand up and hurt you." The tapered eyed boy says.

"Who's stopping him then? I'm not afraid of him. Tell him to do so if he has a nerve to." You challenge.

Jimin stands up and tap on the man's shoulder to get him away from his way. He walks to you and crouches down to your level saying, "I won't hurt you. I will kill that shitty attitude of yours and you."

He grits his teeth as he speaks and glares into your eyes. "No one will ever kill me, they wouldn't dare" You get close to him as well, As yours meet in very egoistic way.

"Jimin, Calm down. We need her to reveal the secrets she has been holding in." The broad shoulder man approaches him as he hold his arm and gets him away from you.

"F*ck that. She has no right to speak with me like this. You already know hyung that no one can even dare, except her."

He yells out to his older brother, the broad shouldered and the most handsome man there. He is so calm as you looks at him, not a single frown on his face when his younger brother yells but just a gaze of concern.

"Looks like I left a scar on mafia's heart." You chuckle adding fuel to the situation. Jimin tries to approach you with a fist formed tightly and raising anger but his older brother stops him, placing a hand on his chest.

He bit his lower lip and breathes heavily to control his raising anger. He run his hand through his blonde hair gripping them tightly as he relieves in the last.

Other members stand up too as they stand near Jimin. The man with a deep voice and deadly dangerous glares approaches you and you remember him as Taehyung by name.

He bends a little and places his hands on his knees to match your level. He looks calm as he exhales before saying, "Look PRINCESS, You..."

"DON'T CALL ME PRINCESS." You yell out before he could complete. When everyone is trying to calm down Jimin and handle the situation, your one sentence disturbed the inside of his body and shook his heart.

He looks at you with a gaze frowning confusely, "What did you just say?" He pushes everyone and comes in front of you.

He crouches down on his knees when it is strictly against his principles to be on his knees in front of anyone but you're just not anyone to him.

You feel dumbfounded realising that your one sentence got him on his knees and if he remembers something or you just said something wrong.

As far as you can remember, You were a kid of five years old then so you barely remember your conversation if you ever said the "princess" thing in front of him ever.

He doesn't suppose to know this or if he just remember some old of a conversation. You curse your mind for not being thoughtful and spitting it out. It's a old habit of not listening to the words you never liked.

Does he remember it by any chance?

Have I ever said this in front of him?

He looks into your eyes as his eyes scan the colour of your eyeballs and looking for something he really wanted to look for. His eyebrows furrow as if he suddenly recognises you.

It all starts making sense to him, why does your voice sound familiar and why your eyes had the concern for him, the other day. Why these eyeballs are like the one he has been looking at from years.

He remembers what your eyes looked like but he wonders how he failed to recognise you at first glance.

The concern, the fear, the disbelief and the love, It all came together in his eyes and you feel confused, not able to summarise his emotions.

"No!!! You can't be her." He mumbles as his eyes get moistened and he gulps hardly. He forwards his hand to your face. You back off a little not able to take his sudden actions.

You take a deep breath as you close your eyes, you know it has to come and his hand reaches out to the side of your face, removing the mask from behind your ear as it falls on your lap.

His hands are shaking and so is his heart. He gulps as he looks at you, scanning your face in shock and you hear him gasping.

You open your eyes as you see him amazed, eyes widening, moist as the fear rush through him, worried for a reason, his hand still shaking in front of you, unable to touch you. His plumpy lips parted, struggling to form words.

He looks intently at how miserable you look now in front of him. Those tangled hairs of yours, sweaty and bruised neck and some strands sticking to the side of your face, cheekbones and forehead.

You are breathing heavily because of the encounter you are just having can't calm you down. Your chest is heaving up and down. You avert your gaze from him as you look away towards the wall.

His knitted eyebrows have several questions but he can't understand how to ask, It's him, He is the reason why you're there in that miserable state.

He comes to his senses when you look away from him, he looks down, the silk robe you're wearing and how it is sticking to your skin in sweat, your long legs flaunting from the cut of your robe and the your feet who are wearing just slippers.

"Y/n..." He looks up at you as you refuse to look back at him, even when he calls for you. "Hyung, Set her free right now." He yells as you notice the other members there.

They are shocked as well, but they are the last ones you can notice because of the situation you're in. You know that they recognise you. You don't know them but they know you very well by the way Jimin orders them.

"Haven't you listened yet?" He yells again making you flinch a little but it was hard to notice. The one with sunshine-like eyes and puffed cheekbones comes to both of you.

He walks to the back of your chair as you feel him pressing the button against the back of the chair. You confusingly stays silent as the cuffs around your wrist gets unlocked.

Jimin removes them completely for you as you finally are able to move your hands according to your will. You rub the area of your wrist gently where the metal was.

"Are you alright, Y/n?" He asks as he holds your wrist where you were rubbing. You obviously see the concern but you refuse to accept it as you shove his hand off with a jerk and get out of his hold.

Play Lauv-"enemies" song (It's from Jimin's pov)

Of course, It hurt him. He never expected you to meet him like this. Enemies? Betrayer? Mafia? How to explain? What to explain? It's breaking his heart and he's feeling helpless.

You stands up from the chair as he stands up too and you wait for him to look up at you. "Not daring enough to look at me?" You ask as you fold your arms.

He takes a deep breath. "Leave us alone." He announces to everyone there. "Jimin but..." Namjoon attempts to say but Jimin glares at him.

They all sigh and one by one leaves the room. "What is going to happen?" Jungkook asks as they all are walking out.

"Who knows? Both are hurt. Haven't you seen it in their eyes?" Yoongi aka Suga replies him. All sigh together as they are dumbfounded by the situation you left them in.

"How are you gonna explain this to me, Mr. Park Jimin?" You ask as you step close to him and he steps back, looking up at you.

"And what about you? How are you gonna explain this all to me, Y/n?" He frowns. You scoff as you take him in disbelief.

"You have the nerve to say that? You lied, You betrayed, Now we are standing in front of each other like this, like Enemies." You say as you continue to step towards him but he continues to step back.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. I couldn't tell you that I'm a ..."

Jimin tries to apologise but each and every word comes out as a hate speech to you.

"Oh Please shut the fuck up!" You push him hard by his shoulder as he falls back making a thud sound. He groans as the floor hits him hard, leaving the bump on his elbow.

His face scrunches and he places his hand on his shoulder and he manages to endure the pain when he looks up at you.

The sound of him falling to the ground was pretty loud as you hear the footsteps rushing inside.

"Jimin!" They all run back inside as they are about to take out their guns but Jimin interrupts, "Stay out of this. Don't come near me or her. Don't come between us."

They stay still at their places and stop each other from stepping forward. They're worried for their lonely friend, the friend who has gone through a lot and now getting hurt from the woman he loves with his whole heart.

They know that he won't say a word even if you kill him. He will gladly accept but they don't want him to be hurt, not by the love of his life at least.

"Let them come, you ordered them before to get me with hook and kook. Now, I'm in front of you, Do what you want to." You challenge him as he stands up and gives you a gaze of begging to listen him.

"I recognised you, I recognised you on the night at the club. Your eyes were enough for me to get to know that you were my Y/n. But I refused to accept it."

"I refused to accept the fact that you were my Y/n when you attempted to kill me. You were a mafia there when you used to hesitate to kill even a cockroach in front of you."

He says, his voice loud enough to scream the world how heartbroken he is right now. His voice comes out cracked when he mentions the word "kill".

"I recognised you on the day you were about to die because of your carelessness, the masquerade party. The pendant in your neck, You managed to keep it when you couldn't keep our promises?"

You look for the answers in his eyes but he is filled with guilts only. How badly has he hurted you?

"It was your birthday. I was looking for you all around. Trust me, Y/n. I really wanted to find you and tell you the truth. The truth about me being a mafia and loving you since we were kids." He says as a tear drop from his eye. He let you see his weak side.

"Such a shame, I can't even trust you." You stand close to him, poking your finger in his chest where his heart is. "It's okay! You'll do, one day." He says as his crescent moon like eyes stares into yours brown one.

Your heart skips a beat as you couldn't help but notice that he sounds genuine. A part inside you melts but you don't let it as you push him away from you.

"Don't even think that. I will never trust a man because of whom my father got killed. Never and ever. Note that." You say as you folds your arm looking away from him.

"Woo-Bin Uncle? He was killed?" He raises an eyebrow stating a sentence with a question mark. He didn't know.

He didn't know?

"Now you're acting like an Asshole." You say as he is still frowning. "Y/n! Tell me, Was he killed?" He asks as you can't hold yourself anymore or the raising anger. You hate it that you expected him to be with you when your father was killed.

You grab him by his collar and push him back, pinning him against the wall. His back hit the hard concrete wall as you say, "Stop it. Stop it already." Your eyes are filled with anger.

Your life has turned upside down and it's still continuing to turn. The traumatic past, the death of your father in front of you, His blood, him in the pool of his own blood, It makes the inside of you scream loudly.

You screamed for the help that day but no one came. You saw him getting killed in front of you, you saw his dreadful death from your eyes and It still can't calm you down. Jimin is asking it like, It's easy for you to tell him.

No, It is not. You'll break into pieces. No wonder you managed to gather yourself at that time, even if it took you years but you're not sure if you'll be able to hold yourself in front of him.

It was him and him only you could think of when you were mourning your father. "Jimin, Jimin, Jimin..." That's what your father repeated and it got engraved into head.

Your faces are inches away from each other, you stare up at him with eyes filled with devastating emotions and his eyes are filled with concern and numerous questions.

"The Y/n I knew was so innocent. What happened to you? what made you like this?" He asks as his hand reaches to hold yours, your grip was tight on his collar but his touch made it loose.

You breathe heavily, as the dreadful past of yours recollect in your head. You feel weak by his one touch only. You do not know what will happen if he continues caring for you.

"I said stop it." You scream your lungs out as you jerk his hand off from yours as it goes down to his pants where his gun is. You quickly pull it out and point it on him stepping away in just seconds.

You hear gasps from distant as the other members pull out and aim their guns at you. They rush forward getting close to you the very next moment you can imagine.

Only you know how less they matters at this point. Your breathing is getting heavier and heavier. You are slowly losing control and part your lips to gasp for the air. The sudden blockage nums your mind but only you know how it feels to be like this.

"Keep your guns down. Don't raise them at her." Jimin raises his palm to his friends or gang members but his eyes still focus on you, not blinking for even once but piercing the hole in you just by his gaze.

His stares make it harder and harder to hold back the trauma for long. You are aiming the gun at your weakness, not him but your weakness. You are resisting him because he is able to control you.

He is able to make you what you were before. It scares you and you keep the thing in your mind how your father was killed in front of you, you saw the killers. You know who they are.

That dreadful moment repeats in your head as you breathe heavily and your chest heaves up and down. Something in your heart is going wrong, someone is pricking the needle and it's hurting.

Your eyes get filled with moisture and your hand shakes while holding the gun tightly and raising it up at him. You raise your another hand and pull the slide of the gun to back position.

The other members of his mafia gang didn't pull their guns down even on Jimin's order. They pull the slide of their guns to the back as well as they are still aiming it at you. You hear them.

You hear the clicking sounds of them pulling the slide to the back, similar to the sound you made just a second ago.

But it can't bother you, the screaming in your head is too loud. You want to shut your eyes and ears close. It's dreadful to watch the past again in your head. The inside of you is completely devastated but your body language doesn't show it.

"Don't you dare shoot her. If any of you hurt her, I'll kill you myself." Jimin yells loudly the very next moment his gang mates pull the slide. He glares at them as they stands there cluelessly after what Jimin just said. They pull their guns down and stand back.

His words completely makes you lose yourself. He said he will kill them, his own gang members who are close to him if they shoots you or hurt you when you're attempting to shoot him.

You put your hand on the other hand which has been shaking as your fore-finger forms its grip on the trigger. Suddenly, your vision starts getting blurry as you find it hard to look at him.

He is still glaring at them as his jawline flaunts his flawless face. He looks back at you as you look down, down towards the gun. You hold it tight, aiming it at him. You don't want him to show the moisture in your eyes.

"Look at me and shoot." He says sternly as you hold it up tighter and his voice makes it harder to even hold the gun. It challenges you if you can really shoot the person you love.

"Look up at me, Please Baby." His voice changes this time as it comes out into million of times sweeter like honey. He actually begs because it