My little one

Chapter 5

Bambams pov
as my eyes fluttered open I could feel a tight grip around my waist, I looked around the darkroom. my memories of yesterday started to come back in small chunks. this coconut's grip around my waist was cutting off circulation. it seemed like years till I was able to pry his arms away from me. slowly I got up, that's when it hit me..... this might be my only chance to escape. I couldn't help but smile knowing how close to freedom was. Jacksons door had a panel on the doorknob. lucky for me I remember the password. i slowly tiptoed over to the door not even worrying about what I was wearing. I typed in the password, soon after I heard the door click open.
I ignored the pain coming from my body, mostly my jello legs, and continued down a large staircase. once I reached the bottom my first instinct was a window. I nearly skipped to the kitchen with excitement. I grabbed a steak knife and headed to the biggest window I had seen here...

no ones pov
Jackson woke up to his phone going off, at first he fought it was a call but realized he had set that certain song as an alarm. he shot out of bed looking around, bambam wasn't there.
"shit" Jackson mumbled as he walked out his room.
Jackson ran around the house looking for Bambam, only stopping when he saw a glimpse of the kitchen. Jackson ran out of the kitchen even faster when he noticed a knife missing from the holder.
"BAMBAM?!" Jackson called out repeatedly.
Jackson froze when he heard the sound of glass shattering.
"fuck" he mubled realsing were Bambam was. the only place that didn't have bullet proof windows.... the living room. Jackson ran down another flight of stairs towards the living room. Jackson froze, there was glass littered all over the floor and a small hole through the window. there was a small sliver of blood on one of the shards near the window.
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Jacksons pov
I looked around for bambam for about half an hour before giving up and heading home. lucky for me I had an army that could find him. the first person I thought to call was Mark.
"hello?"
"MARK.... i need you to gather up the group."
"ok.... why?"
"bambams escaped."
"ok, sir ill be over with the others soon, ill have yugyeom start hacking into cameras and see where he went."
"thank you.."
Mark hung up leaving me alone with my thoughts, I sat down on the couch not knowing what to do. I felt so hopeless, I had put my little one in danger. someone could just snatch him up... I felt hot tears streaming down my face, my vision blurring as I tried to wipe them away.
"dammit Jackson keep it in the guys will be here soon", I mumbled to myself.
my whole body hurt knowing what could happen to my precious. from now on i wouldn't let him out of my sight and stay up all night if i really needed to.
bambams pov
surprisingly d-Jackson... didn't live far from my house, his house was so different from mine. I recognized everything as I sped walked home. I was afraid that he was probably right behind me trying to catch me. finally, I had escaped. I kept getting weird glances from people as I walked by. after all I was in a diaper and onesie. finally, I made it to my street. I felt so happy knowing I was this close to home. I picked up my pace as I noticed all the surveillance cameras specifically around my house. the front door wasn't locked, it never was. I ran inside happy to be home, I froze expecting to be yelled at or something to be thrown my way. I was met with silence.... this has never happened. I ran around the house looking around, nothing was moved except for some glass on the floor. where was everyone? maybe they were just out....... I plopped down on the couch, knowing if they were here I wouldn't be able to sit on the couch. this was a rare treat. I found the remote stuck in between two cushions. pressing the power button the remote falling out of my hand.
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i recognized my face on tv ... not just on any channel.. it was the knews.
"bambam bhuwakul has been missing for a month now, his father reached out saying his son has always been mentally ill"
"lets hear some words from his father before we break for commercial"
my dad's face appeared on the screen, tears running down his eyes...

fake tears.
"Bambam... *sniff* if you out there please come home... I just need to know your safe even if you just call me...please I miss you so much, son. You're the only thing that's been keeping me happy since your mother..."

I turned off the tv as laughter slipped past my lips.
this fucking weirdo has never loved me, yet here he was begging for me to come back. they were probably giving him money to do this or some shit.
I started to cry as laughter filled the room, I could hardly stop to catch my breath. this was the funniest thing I had ever seen. I froze as I felt hands wrap around my neck, too hard to be Jacksons... before I could turn around my neck was being squeezed. dots appearing in my vision. my breathe stuttering and turning into nothing. the dots were growing bigger... I felt my head go limp as my eyes closed.

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no ones pov
Jackson was pacing around his office as the door opened revealing got7, his most trusted men. he considered them family and his best friends. they all filed in looking just as worried.
Mark was the first to break the silence.
"the cameras near bambams house picked up a figure entering the house, I cant tell who it is. it looks like bambam.... at first I asumed it was his dad but the figures a lot skinnier and shorter."
Jackson looked up at mark a big relief smile appearing on his face
"ok.... whats the plan?"
it was now young-jaes turn to speak up
"the best thing to do is have snipers surround the house just in case and then head in."
"why the snipers....?"
" The cameras also show another male figure entering the house from the back door."
"fuck."
"well than... when can we start heading there?"
"in an hour, yugyeom and Jin-young already told the snipers where to head. all we have to do is wait."
"ok..."

Jackson was practically running towards the van when jb said it was time to go. he was feeling more happy than scared. he had forgotten about the other figure entering the house. all he could think about was getting his precious baby back. the rest of got7 trailed behind Jackson as they all walked.
Jackson slowly turned around before yelling "HURRY UP COCONUTS"
they all quickly sped up their pace, once in the van Jackson could hardly sit still he was bouncing everywhere.

Jackson ran out of the car before it even stopped, the others were quick to follow him. they slowly went inside trying to be quiet. they all froze when the sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the house. Crys followed the sound, Jackson didn't even bother to wait for the others as he started sprinting towards the noise. Jackson froze at the sight, his friends right behind him. gasps could be heard from all their mouths.
Bambam laid on the floor in a blindfold, glass all around him and blood covering most of him. to the side stood his dad who was drinking vodka and drunkenly singing a random song while laughing at the sight of bambam. Jackson didn't even bother with the drunk man, he ran towards bambam. as soon as bambams blindfold was off and he laid his eyes on Jackson he couldn't help but make grabby hands and whine a little. Jackson quickly picked up his baby checking for any major injuries, luckily there weren't, besides his head and a lot of small wounds. Jackson sighed and headed out of the house knowing what was about to happen, he didn't want his baby boy seeing it. Jackson heard a gunshot go off just as he was climbing back in the car, Bambam being forced to straddle Jackson. his nose nuzzling Jacksons' chest...
Bambams pov
as much as I hated to admit it I felt relieved I was back in this mother fuckers embrace, his scent was sweet and his arms wrapping around me started to lull me towards dreamland. my body hurt but Jackson made it all better. my eyes were getting heavy as Jackson started to hum and run his fingers through my hair. as I began to give in to the tiredness I felt a kiss being placed on my forehead...

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