Your lower lip curled in distaste.

 

Who did Yongguk think he was.

 

You stayed silent and continued to glare at him. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

 

"Put her in the spare room" he said to Daehyun.

 

You heard a slight catch in his breath.

 

"H-Hyung you're not serious right?!" He stuttered.

 

You felt the temperature in the room drop rapidly. What was so bad about the spare room?

 

"Are you going to disobey me Daehyun-ah?" Yongguk asked in an icy tone.

 

Daehyun swallowed thickly and grabbed your wrist.

 

Wordlessly he led you deeper into the house.

 

He opened a door that led into a sort of cellar.

 

But there was nothing there except the creaky staircase.

 

"You're not leaving me here right?" You asked.

 

Daehyun looked truly sorry but said nothing and shut the door.

 

Leaving you in the darkness.

 

You slammed your fists against the wooden dorrs as the locked clicked into place.

 

Screaming profanities and beggining to cry, slowly your arms grew weary and soon you stopped making any noise.

 

Sitting on the stairs you leaned your head against the door.

 

29 more days, 29 more days You repeated in your head.

 

All you had to do was hang in there for 29 more days.

 

 

 

Zico's P.O.V

 

 

I tapped my fingers against my wristwatch impatiently.

 

The idiot before me on the ground wimpered.

 

"I-I swear Z, I'll get you the money soon, j-just give me more time..." He begged.

 

I felt my anger surge and I slammed my fist into his gut.

 

"Time?! Do you think I have any more time than you?!"

 

I kicked his ribs and then I felt someone hold me back. 

 

"Calm down Zico..." It was Kyung

 

"I can't" I replied through gritted teeth.

 

Who knows what those sickos could be doing to ___ while we were just here doing nothing!

 

"We're all as worried as you are, but killing him won't make ___ come back any faster."

 

He reasoned.

 

I took a deep breath and stopped srtuggling against his grasp. "Fine, but have the money in two days."

 

The guy on the ground nodded and limped off.

 

I heard Kyung sigh as he lit a cigarette.

 

"We know man...we know what she means to you, but you're not the only one."

 

I nodded. "I know."

 

"How do you think her parents feel right now?" He asked between puffs of smoke.

 

I shrugged "I don't know, she never said much, only that they kicked her out like me."

 

"Did she say why."

 

I paused thinking. "No actually, all she said was that they got tired of her."

 

"What a huge mistake they made."

 

I smiled softly "Yeah... ____ is definetly something alright...."

 

Kyung put a hand on my shoulder.

 

"Don't worry, 26 more days left, then she'll be back home like always."

 

I hope so

 

I brought the cross I wore on my chain to my lips.

 

Most would say a prayer at a time like this. 

 

But I'm not like most people.

 

Don't test me God, don't take her. Or all hell will break loose.

 

I swore to myself, that if anything happened to Park ____ the whole city will fell my anger.

 

 

Yongguk's P.O.V

 

 

It had been fours days since I told Daehyun to keep her in the cellar.

 

And since then, no one had gone down there.

 

Daehyun seemed worried, always pacing and tugging at his hair.

 

I could see why.

 

Four days completely alone in the darkness with no food or water could do something to a person.

 

I just couldn't stand to her.

 

There was something about her.....that didn't sit with me.

 

Whenever I looked into the amber eyes I felt that I could sense the anger, devastation...and deep hatred behind them.

 

I know that being a gang leader wouldn't make me a very likeable person.

 

But never had I seen hate like that before in anyone's eyes.

 

Is that all because of me?

 

Why was this bothering me so much?

 

In 26 I won't ever have to see her, or any of Block B again.

 

The whole reason why we don't get along is a long story.

 

But simply put, we're too different.

 

Block B is just the scum of this world, criminal dropouts and the like.

 

I formed B.A.P the re-shape the world that I was in.

 

I was never going to be somone else's puppet.

 

ANd yeah, so what if my family was well off, I con't help that I was born into that.

 

But everyone seems to think that if you have money, you have no problems at all.

 

But it's the opposite.

 

When all the people around you are there because of what you have, what happens when you have nothing?

 

I planned to take out all the gangs from our territory and make this city my own.

 

Make it the Best, and Abolsolutely Perfect.

 

I was just using Block B as a pawn in my game.

 

Once they hand over the money, I'll get rid of them all and then no one will be in my way.

 

Before I thought that I didn't have anything to fear against Zico...

 

But there was something different about him.

 

I heard of him getting into less and less fights.

 

Was it all because of her?

 

I scoffed, he was becoming soft.

 

This girl is going to be Zico's downfall.