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How could someone go missing for 10 years and no one cares? Who would allow their 6 year old child to play outside near the street? That'll easily get the kid kidnapped. But that's not how Park Jimin was kidnapped. He was under his bed, hiding. His parents told him they would find him if he hid and didn't come out until they came to get him. He listened and went to his room and went under the bed. He couldn't hold in his giggles as he waited for his parents to come find him. However, he was met with a loud banging and then two loud sounds that were so loud. Jimin had to cover his ears from how intense it was.

Then, it was silent. There were no sounds, but Jimin sniffles. He shook. He trembled under his bed from fear. The sounds he heard sounded bad. They sounded dangerous, and he now knew why his parents told him to hide. He stayed as quiet as he could, too afraid to move a muscle from under the bed. He did his best to cover his mouth from his cries when he heard footsteps. Footsteps that wore shoes. His parents weren't wearing shoes.

"What are you doing up here?"

"Didn' you see how the woman fought? Why would she try and keep us away from up here?" They were foreigners, they were speaking English and Jimin didn't understand what they were saying. He was so scared. What happened to his mom and dad? Where are they? He needs help. Someone help him. "I'm just going to look around." Jimin's bedroom door opened slowly, and he held his breath. He watched as a pair of black boots walked on the floor. He watched as they stopped and turned around in their spot. Like the man was looking around his room for something. "They have a kid." Another set of boots rushed into the room, and Jimin held in his fear. He couldn't scream. He can't.

"Shit, under the bed." And just like that, Jimin was face to face to an American man. Jimin then let out a scream when the man grabbed his leg and pulled him out from under his bed.  "How old do you think he is? 5?" The other man asked as his friend held the kid by the back of his neck. "He's so loud. Should we kill him?"

"We could sell him for money. Or." The man looked down at Jimin with a smirk on his face. "We train him."

"Train him to do what, Frank? Kill? Steal?" The one called Frank nodded.

"Come on, Wyatt. We could also teach him to seduce older men to get their money." Wyatt looked at the crying boy and then back up at Frank. "Train him to do a lot of things. I heard some Korean boys are a thing of beauty when they get older. So it could work."

"Fine, let's take him. What's his name?" They both shrugged. "Do you know korean?" Frank nodded. "Ask the kid." Frank let go of the back of Jimin's neck and bent down to his level. He placed both his hands on both shoulders. Jimin's eyes were closed shout from fear.

"Hey, kid." Jimin slowly opened his eyes. "What's your name?" Frank asked, and Jimin didn't know his he should say. His hands trembled. "Your last name is Park, but what is your first name?" He shook his head. He didn't want to talk to this man. He didn't want to be anywhere near the guy. "Hey, tell me your name." The guy looked around the room with his eyes to see if he could spot anything with his name on it, but Jimin grabbed his hand.

"Jimin." His little voice said. He didn't want the man to look at his stuff. He didn't want him to call him a girl if he saw his clothes and stuff.

"Now, was that so hard?" Frank stood up and grabbed Jimin's wrist. "But we'll be changing your name while you are with us." Jimin nodded. He couldn't fight against something he couldn't win. So he'll just have to go along with them. "You'll need to learn English and French. Understand?" Jimin nodded. "Good." Frank thought for a minute as he dragged Jimin down the stairs. Jimin's eyes landed on his parents' lifeless bodies. His eyes widened, and they filled with tears. "From now on, your name will be Noah." Jimin nodded. "Say, yes, sir." He couldn't take his eyes off of his parents. He could control the water pouring from his eyes. "YES, SIR!" Frank shouted, and Jimin flinched at his booming voice. He had no choice. He couldn't escape from them now. He's too young and too weak. He wiped his tears and shouted back.

"YES, SIR!"

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It's been a while since I wrote anything on this account. This is just an idea. I may not be able to get to this story for a few days or weeks, but please. Keep a look out.
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