~𝓞𝓾𝓻𝓼~ BTSxJK

~Chapter 25~ Who?

Where-?

Too bright- too... Stopstopstopstop what is happening stop it leave me alone it's too bright go away too bright too bright toomuchtoomuchtoomuch- Someone help me-

"Hello, Pretty boy. It's time to wakey wakey." The voice too familiar breathed from where right by his ear, the air ghosting over the exposed skin why of his neck.

Where am I? It's too light. White light blinding him even as his eyes were closed. Too bright. I don't want to open my eyes. It's too bright. Let me go. Leave me alone. What is happening? Where am I? It's too bright-

"I said, wake up." The hand struck him, busting his lip.

"Bright..." he mumbled, feeling blood drip down his chin. Too bright. Still too bright. Too much light, lightlightlight so bright- brightbrightlightstopitmakeitgoawaybright- dark. So much dark. Black. So dark. He cracked an eye open. So dark. Too dark. Panic. There's nothing. Fear. I'm dead. Dread. Everything is black. Trembling. Everything is gone I'm dead I'm alone I'm dead- The light flickered on again, dimmer and a dark orange. He blinked, squinting against his new surroundings. It didn't make any sense. Nothing makes sense.

"Oh, Pretty boy, what am I going to do with you?" Another strike. Face. And another. Stomach. And another chest and another face andanotherandanother-

Pain. Painpainpainpainpainpainpainpainhurtshurtshurtshurtspainpainpainhurtshurtspainhurtspain- makeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstop-

"Look at me." The grip on his jaw was tight. He cracked his eyes open. A black mask and a pair of dark eyes met him. "Good boy." A hand reached up and patted his head. Don't touch me. I don't know you. Don't touch me. Leave me alone.

"Please..." Another smack. He spat out the blood collecting in his mouth. The metallic aftertaste made his stomach churn.

"Listen to me, and listen carefully." Raspy. Raw. Dark. Shadows. Narrow. Concrete. Dark. Night. Alley. Alley. The alley- the hand- a smack brought him back. "I know who you are pretty boy, Bangtan's precious gem aren't ya? But you know, to me you're just a tool, a tool to get me the opportunities that I deserve. And I honestly didn't want to hurt you little bunny but have to make those Bangtan bastards more desperate you know? Gosh, I can't wait to see their faces after seeing you all bruised up! So unless you want more scars on your pretty face I suggest you do what I say." The man was cold, voice scraping the inside of his head. Hurts. "Do you understand me?"

His fingers itched, tapping against each other nervously.

"I said. Do. You. Understand. Me." Sharp slaps twisting his head from side to side punctuated each word. "Answer me!"

I get it. "Yes." Leave me alone. I'm tired. My face hurts. Stop hitting me. Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone.

The laugh. Stop. Stopstopstopstopstopstopstop I don't want it. Stop it! Stopitstopstopstop- Leave me alone-

Flashes of colors. Agony. Aching jaw. Colors behind his eyelids accompanied by flares of pain. Red, white, a hint of black, more red, red, red, yellow, black, black, white, white, white, white, red, so red, and black. And nothing.

A hard shove. A heavy thump when his body hit the ground, no way to catch himself with his hands, bound behind him. Ground. Concrete. My face hurts.

But I can't give up, I can't, Hyungs are probably waiting for me, I need to hurry up and get home. Home. My hyungies. that's the last thing Jungkook said before he lost his consciousness.

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"Ugh my head, Ugh my whole body feels like it's been hit by a truck. Gasp! Home, I, I need to go home. My hyungies. I need to wiggle my hands out of this poorly ties rope around my hands just like how Jimin-hyung thought me. "wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle" SNAP" Yes I did it! now what? Uhm...Ah! look at my surroundings! Yes, that's what I had to do next. Let's see.......

The room looked dull, nothing else but a ceiling and four walls, not even a single light source other than the moon. The same moon that seemed to be the only one who took pity on his state. But Jugngkook could care less about what the moon thought. The only thing he wanted to do is find his way back home, the home where his hyungs are, the hyungs who took care of him, the hyungs who showed him love instead of his own family, and the same hyungs who thought him to get out of this situation.

Fortunately for him, there was something else besides the ceiling and the walls, there was a window the size of a TV screen. But it was blocked by wooden stakes. HA! They must have thought that I was a weak little boy who always needs the protection from his hyungs. Sucks for them, I am personally trained by the bosses of Bangtan, a little wood won't stop me.

Now that I think about it, Hobi-hyung made a small compartment in the bottom of my boots to hide a small blade in case of emergencies. I could just use that to break through the stakes. I haven't heard a single sound other than my own breath so they probably also didn't place any guards around. Idiots.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Okay now that I'm out all i need to do is contact my hyungs but how......Let's see, I am still in the city given that i came out in some back alleys so now I just have to find my way to the main road."Jungkook cleverly thought.

Until....... "Oi the gem escaped! Quickly look qround the area he couldn't have gotton far! Quickly before the Boss finds out about this!"

"Shit! How did they caught up so quickly? I have to go! But where?!" Jungkook mumbled while looking for a possible route. Just as he was about to enter his panicky mode something tugged on his pants. As he turned around he saw.....

"Nugget?"

TBC

Hehehehehehheehehhe A little something for the people who wanted the little kitten back~

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