I winced at the strength of his grip.

Did this guy lift weights?

For someone so short he is freaking strong.

I felt his warm breath on my face he was so close.

Seriously does he not know the meaning of "personal space?"

"Hey, shortie, get out of my face! Your breath stinks," I hissed spitting on his face.

He blinked in surprise and his grip loosened.

I quickly pushed him away and raced out of my room grabbing my phone.

I need to get out of here and call someone!

I quickly started dialing as I raced through the house.

911 come on come on.

No response.

Seriously what is this?

Some sort of novel where the police decide "I am not going to do my job today"?!

I groan and quickly call Namjoon.

Please pick up!

Suddenly I feel weight push me down into the floor hard.

I screamed with pain as I landed.

Great I think somethings broken.

I look up to see a man sitting on me.

It wasn't the same person as before.

He had dark brown hair and a chin that could cut butter.

He grabbed my arms and pinned me to the ground grunting.

"Seriously Jimin? Your first mission and you need backup? And with this short kid? He's barely even taller than you! And he definitely doesn't look like he pulls weights," the guy scowled as the man from before walked in.

Great.

There are more of them.

"It's not my fault! He surprised me!" Jimin whined.

"Give him a break Jungkook, you haven't even had your first mission yet," a new voice says and I look up.

Huge shoulders.

The only way I can describe this dude.

Huge shoulders.

"Yoongi? Are you there? Are there other people with you? Yoongi?" 

I look up at the sound of Namjoon's voice.

He picked up!

"Namjoon help! There's a big-shouldered dude, a midget, and a big-muscled butter knife dude breaking in!" I screamed as the big-muscled butter knife covered my mouth.

I growled and bit his hand but he didn't let go.

Great, now I taste blood.

The big-shouldered dude quickly grabbed my phone and shattered it.

Oh, he's definitely paying for that later.

 "Let's get him out of here before his friend comes," the big-shouldered dude said glaring me daggers.

Not that I wasn't doing the same to him. 

I felt the butter knife pick me up and drag me towards the window.

I tried to fight back but I think he broke something important.

How many times am I gonna get beaten up tonight?

First I