BCF: Wish Upon A Star (Namjin)

Terror : 남준

NAMJOON WAS NOW certain that wherever he walked, Death stood behind in his shadow, waiting for the perfect moment to grab him by the ankle and pull him out from under. Unfortunately, he was certain that time was coming, and if it was, he was going to make sure his family was safe.

24 HOURS EARLIER

Namjoon sighed as he scrubbed the bristles of his toothbrush along his gums, thinking over Hoseok's episode and the sour mood that lingered in the air after. Suddenly, everyone had an excuse to leave the table. Jungkook had a headache. Jimin muttered something about urgently needing a bathroom. Jin followed after and announced something conveniently lame before pulling Namjoon out of his seat.

"Namjoon!"

Upon the tone of hearing his own name, Namjoon put down the toothbrush and looked over. Jin stood at the door, pale as a sheet of paper and gripping his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Namjoon spit out the remaining of the toothpaste from his tongue before carefully approaching him. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Although looking as if he wanted to say many things at once, Jin remained silent, as if he couldn't bring himself to say it. Namjoon eyed the phone and took it with a bit of struggle due to his fiancé's steel grip. Once looking at the video presented, he understood why Jin had looked so horrified.

Yoona was duct taped to a chair, her backpack near one of the legs. He felt his heart stop as he examined her horrified face and the tears running down her cheeks as she cried for help. A voice from the background came: "Awe, Sweetheart. Don't cry. I'm sure your dads will be able to pay up the $20,000 your dead mommy owed us if they don't want anything to happen to you. Ain't that right, you two? I will text you the address. Come alone with the money. Or your little girl won't make any sounds when you get there." The video ended so abruptly Namjoon has wished there was a countdown or a warning. Anything that eased the ominous pit in his stomach.

Jin could barely speak through his fit of sobs. "We have to go. Now!" Without another thought, he ran back to their bed and hurriedly packed whatever was in front of him.

Namjoon stood at the threshold, unable to form a single coherent thought.  For the first time in his life, no an ounce of rationality was left. In fact he felt numb. The only emotion he could really make out at that moment was fear. No. Fear was an understatement. What is another synonym for fear? Terror. That fits.

"Namjoon, call your sister!"

Namjoon snapped out of it and immediately dialed her number. No answer. "She's not answering."

"What?!" Jin looked as if a was going to have a panic attack.

Namjoon's blood ran cold and he was convinced he was going to collapse. He held onto the wall for support. He needed to keep it together. He needed to be strong. He swallowed down his terror as best as he could and started help backing, seeing as Jin was going into a debilitating panic.

He sat Jin down and put on his shoes for him. "Breathe. I need you to breathe."

"I-I'm trying," said Jin clutching his chest.

Those were the worst sixteen hours of their lives. Namjoon would have preferred being sliced open. At least then it would be an external pain. This kind of pain was brutally internal. Only one that a parent could feel. Luckily they were able to get their own private jet. And it wasn't like money was a problem at this point in their lives. The only thing Namjoon cared about was the fact that Yoona was in some abandoned warehouse with strange men, afraid. He failed to protect her. And that was the only thing he cared about.

Now, eighteen hours later, they stood at the warehouse, in the dead of night.