Coffee Date by Mistake

37. She's fine, You're fine, We're fine.

  A/N- I went back to some previous chapters and noticed the smut scenes, in my humble opinion, are more steamer than they are now. I'll fix it, soon.

Author's POV

After that weird encounter with Sage, Jin and Mia decided to make haste and meet up with the rest of the group before they ran into anyone else. As they were walking, Mia began to check her phone. "Why do I have so many missed calls?" she huffs out, going through the endless unknown numbers, stopping on a familiar number, her best friend, Jess. "I have to call her back when I get in the car," she tells herself, putting her phone away as they reach the lobby. The duo spots Jungkook talking to Valet about where to keep his bike, since no one wanted to ride it back home, and the rest of the group were waiting at the cars.

 "Ready to go?" Tae asked as he saw the duo approach. "Yup," she smiled, walking over to a pouty Jimin. "I want to go with them," he complained to Yoongi, making his eyes roll. "Baby boy, there's barely any room for the three of us in Hobi's car," Mia tried to soothe him, but it wasn't working. "Don't be mad, Jiminnie," she tried again, this time reaching out her hand to console him, but was met with rejection. She chuckled at the sassy man as he walked over to Jin's car, sliding into the backseat with his arms folded. "Such a child," Yoongi mumbled, pushing the pouty man over, so he could sit next to him. "I'll talk to him," Jin kissed her forehead before walking back to his car. She shook her head before making her way over to Hobi's car and got in the backseat. "Okay, I'm ready now," Kookie, finally finished the arrangements for his bike, and made his way over to the driver's side of the Porsche. "Kookie," Hobi's voice stops him from opening the driver's side door. "Yes, under 80, I know, I know," He rolls his eyes, not even turning around to answer the man properly. " I wasn't going to say that," intrigued, JK turns completely around to listen to Hoseok's response. "This car is 300k, and one of a kind. Please don't wreck it," He smiles, pats the man's shoulder, then walks away, leaving him stunned. "Did not see that coming," he shrugs it off, enters the car, and starts it. "What about us?" Tae yells out the window, half serious. "You'll be fine," he waves Tae off, hopping in the passenger seat of Jin's car. "He didn't even turn around. Rude!" Tae scoffs, offended by the lack of concern his Hyung is showing for their safety. "You know he cares about us," Mia told him, patting his shoulder while JK starts to drive off to their destination. setting off to their destination.

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Mia's POV

We got to my apartment in one piece, thank the Lord. I knew Kookie was fast and reckless on his bike, but he's worse in a car. I prefer to see him with 2 wheels instead of four, but I will not be riding on either with him. "I didn't think I was going to make it this time," Tae dramatically falls out of the car and kisses the ground. Kook scoffs as he gets out, "I'm not that bad, Hyung. Stop being so dramatic," he rolls his eyes before pulling down the driver's seat to let me out. "I see why Hobi told you not to wreck it," I joke, grabbing his hand. "Duchess, not you too," he whines, helping me out of the car. I giggle at his pouty face and kiss his cheek before we walk over to Tae. "Stop messing around, we have to get home soon," he lifts the man off the floor, effortlessly, sending me into a daydream of him doing the same to me, except I'm pinned to a wall and his hand is up my thigh. "Ready, Angel?" Tae's hand on my waist shakes me out of my daydream, "Ye, yea, I'm ready," I stutter, making them laugh at me. He pulls me close, whispering "later," in my ear while biting his lip. I shiver at the thought of what he could do to me, only seeing his sub-side and not his Dominate. The guys walk ahead of me as we enter my building; I look around and notice that it's abnormally quiet for a Sunday afternoon/evening. The duo looked at me and smiled before turning the corner to the elevators, knowing I was only a few steps behind them. Before I could turn the corner to join them, a hand covered my mouth, muffling my screams for help as another went around my waist, dragging me away from my boys. Not wanting to get kidnapped, again, I start to thrash around in an attempt to get out of their hold. "Help me hold her," I hear a man's voice close to my ear. It's not the same as the man at the club, and I get more worried. I bit his hand, making him release me long enough to scream out for help. My screams were cut off by a chemical-covered cloth in someone else's hand, and I stopped fighting, slowly falling back into their arms. "Don't worry, we won't hurt you," was the thing I heard before everything went dark.