hostage // minsung

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Jeongin had tracked the location of the Sons of Lucifer's last drug exchange with a map of police reports, HOA reports of suspicious activity, marked money, and tagged cars. It made a criss-cross of multicolored dots and lines on his tablet. He had pinpointed the location of their sale to an elementary school playground. Destroying innocence early.

The Bloodlust members had to work fast, not knowing how long the Sons would be in the area. Unfortunately, they had to make their way to the location on foot to not draw attention to themselves, and it was close to the penultimate hour by the time they arrived. They walked silently to the playground in the darkness, relying on their other senses to feel where their members were.

They spread out around the nearby parking lots and shady neighborhoods to search for the all-rounder, every man for himself. It was safer as when someone gave off the signal that they'd been compromised, the rest could scatter, recoup, and carry out plan B.

Minho was the first to spot their target: Han Jisung, alone on his way back from who knows where, no weapons in sight.

What the hell is doing out so late alone? The thought crossed Minho's mind, but he quickly dismissed it, only caring that this made Jisung easier to fall into his hands.

After messaging the others with his location and a cryptic but simple, "Found HJS," Minho catapulted himself over the fence, his athletic physique making him extremely agile and deft. Jisung whipped his head around at the noise and began to run, too late.

The brunette smirked as he caught up to the boy and cocked a gun to the newbie's head. Jisung stumbled back in shock, his eyes wide. They said that they didn't have guns - !

Minho breathed heavily from the exertion, holding the gun steadily. "Lucky you're young. Too young for me to put a bullet in your head, as long as you cooperate." He was lying. The entire point of the operation was to keep Jisung alive for ransom, but Minho didn't have to tell him that.

Jisung couldn't make eye contact with him out of nerves, looked down, and immediately spotted something else of interest. "Nice arms," he remarked. Minho glanced down at the sleeves of tattoos covering his arms.

He didn't look away for a moment after that while Jisung scanned his sleeveless arms, uncovered by the black tank top. "You'll be tatted up before you know it."

"I was talking about your muscles."

Minho was flustered for a moment before pulling himself together. "Cute," he said humorlessly, clicking the safety off at Jisung's head.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it just slipped out!"

There was a commotion somewhere near them, from the inside of an abandoned garage. Yelling from Chan and some unidentifiable voices blasted Minho's eardrums, causing him to flinch. In half a second, Jisung cracked his arm across the hand that held Minho's gun and fled in the direction of the yells.

Minho let out a scream of fury at his moment of weakness and chased after him. Stowing the gun in his holster, he hurried to pull himself over the fence, but it was all for nothing.

As soon as Jisung had leapt over the fence, he immediately ground his feet to a halt, pain shooting up his legs.

He was surrounded, Vamps closing in on him from all sides. They had assembled as soon as they had received Minho's text and location. Jisung thought about scaling the fence again, but knowing that they were all strapped with guns made him think twice.

"Fuck." Jisung's heart was pounding, not even from the physical exertion or near-death experience, but from being around people. Even though he lived in cramped quarters with his new gang family, he mostly kept to himself. Part of it was introversion, simply not enjoying interacting with people for too long. But the other part was painful social anxiety.

"Look at me!" someone barked.

Jisung slowly lifted his head, trying to hide his terror as he met the other's eyes. He cracked an uneasy smile and was relieved to hear that his voice was solid. "Nice to finally meet you, Chan."

"I was expecting better from you," Chan smirked, holding a gun to his forehead. "I'm sure you've heard you've got quite a reputation as a killer."

"I wasn't aware," Jisung mumbled, playing clueless and weak. In a split second, he whipped his arms around Chan's, twisting it so violently Chan screamed and dropped it.

Jisung scooped up the weapon, fumbled with the gun, shakily training it on the older one. Not from lack of experience, but nerves.

In kind, Minho locked his own gun on Jisung. They were at a stalemate, both frozen, when Jeongin quietly approached from behind and locked his arm around Jisung's neck, easily pulling back the stolen weapon.

Jisung trembled. Though he liked choking in other contexts, kidnapping wasn't one of them.

Within a minute of Jeongin's arm suffocating him, his bicep pressing into his windpipe, Jisung's resistance weakened. His legs gave way and he collapsed, half-passed out.

Jeongin quickly crouched down next to him and unzipped his backpack to remove a foul-smelling substance. Jisung tried to push himself off the ground with his weakened arms, but Jeongin snuffed his mouth with a chloroform-soaked rag. They kept the chemicals handy with them at all times to make their kidnapping others and their own escapes from kidnapping easier.

The quiet rumble of cop cars sounded through the neighborhood and the members snapped into eye contact.

"All of you, go!" Changbin ordered.

The others spent a conflicted moment hesitating, before running, realizing that not doing anything was just wasting time. However, Minho didn't heed Changbin's words, feeling guilty about letting Jisung get away earlier. He helped the younger one pull the unconscious Jisung behind a stack of boxes in the garage, tied him up, and ditched him, running through backyards and toppling fences to get back home.