Rebirth [A BTS Fanfiction]

A Friend in Need

*IMPORTANT A/N*

HANEUN'S AGE IS CHANGED FROM 16 TO 18. THE CHANGES WOULD BE MADE IN THE LAST CHAPTER TOO, TO AVOID ANY CONFUSION.

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WARNING:

The chapter contains mature content. (No. Not that mature.)
Eg: Violence, mature language, mention of blood, etc.
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"Now where the hell are they holding you captive, Mr. Jhope?" I whispered to myself, trying to figure out how to find Hoseok and the rest. This building is fucking huge. It would be nearly impossible for me to find them at this pace.

Just when I was about to turn the corner to look somewhere else, I heard footsteps that were headed my way. My eyes scanned the area before I quickly entered the room that was right behind me. I stuck to the wall trying to hide my presence as much as I could. I didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

The men stopped just a few steps away from the room I was currently hiding in. I leaned towards the door, trying to hear what they were talking about.

"Is your work done?" One of them asked the other.

"Yes. They have all been locked on the first floor except that leader. I just received a call from boss asking me to lock him away from his people. Where should we lock him?"

"The floor below has an empty room. Just throw the bastard in there. He's too out of it to even wake up for the next 6 hours. Tell the guards to keep an eye on them very carefully. There's a chance that someone would try to rescue them."

My lips curled up. Well, looks like now I know where to find them.

I looked around the room I was in. Hearing the footsteps getting lighter and lighter before finally fading, I finally breathed out loudly. I walked towards the window and looked down. It was easy to climb up but getting down will be a challenge. I would've jumped, but I'd risk being heard.

I looked around the room for something that would help me get down. After searching for some time, I clicked my tongue in irritation. Fucking great.

I looked out of the window again when my eyes fell on the water pipe beside the window.

"Hah. That's gonna work just fine," I sighed.

I climbed down with the help of the pipe while being careful not to make a sound. As soon as my feets touched the ground, I looked around to make sure no one was outside. The room I climbed down had a room below it, which was apparently, occupied.

I was about to peek inside when I heard the door of the room being opened. I immediately ducked down. I have the shittiest luck, I swear to god.

"Just throw him here. Make sure to tie his hands and legs properly." A voice like a foghorn rang through the room.

My face scrunched up in irritation. Did his mother feed him a microphone or something? Where the fuck is his mute button?!

"Yes sir." Another voice, very smooth and pleasing to the ears, echoed through the empty room. He was probably a lot younger than whoever he was addressing as 'Sir'. Followed by the sound of someone's body being dragged.

Is my luck really shitty or exceptionally good? 'cuz damn. Now I won't be able to give the excuse of not finding him even after trying so hard.