JK x BTS Oneshots

Kidnapping and Rescue - part 1 (Hopekook)

Hoseok could not imagine that a night of caretaking could turn to such an extreme.

P.S. This is a scene of my Hopekook book, old but still working to complete it. Enjoy, I will soon post the entire book separately *winks*

Hobi's POV:

I fluttered my eyes open, looking around the room as my hand was hanging loosely without support towards the bed. Something was missing.

"Jungkook?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, hoping he didn't get any idea to run away like last time. I swear my heart is not going to survive another panic attack.

*Start of flashback*

"Jungkook! Come back here! Don't you dare leave while Namjoon-ah is talking to you!"

He was ignoring my calls, as I rushed to follow him towards the hallway. He was going to run away. I needed to stop him. Now.

"JUNGKOOK!" He slammed the door, starting to run on the dark alley and taking sharp turns around the buildings. I was trying to keep up the pace, cornering him and trying to stop all his escape routes. Until he took a turn and disappeared too fast from my eyes. It was a crossway of 4 small alleys, the dim lights not allowing me to use my sight at full capacity. I was sobbing and panting, calling his name restlessly. "Kook-ah! Please, come back. He didn't mean it!" My heart skipped a beat as I heard a loud scream coming from one of the alleys. I ran as fast as possible, only to find him on the ground, two strangers chuckling and the third yanking him up by the hair as he was kicking his stomach. I sent my location on the group, and ran between them, punching one of the men from behind and pushing the other away from the maknae. The third, who was holding onto his hair, let go and took something shiny out of his pocket.

Fuck it. Fuck.

I dodged his moves, keeping myself as close as possible to Jungkook. The other men were getting up and dashing towards me. I was moving frantically, sweat dripping from my forehead as the adrenaline was ragging my breath. In a snap of fingers, one of the men grabbed onto my clothes and pulled me on the ground with a thud. "Hyung! NO! Let go of me!" He cried out, and time was going in slow motion as I heard the constant hits, he was landing on him."Stop! Keep away from him! Sto-" The man holding me slapped my face hard, sending my head hardly against the cold stone, as he proceeded to kick my side.

The others arrived just in time and saved us, twisting the men into unconsciousness and placing a sign on the police's site.

But the damage...

*End of flashback*

I got up, not even bothering to put on my slippers. My breathing was quick, my pulse over the top as I was shouting his name around the house. Knocking on the bathroom door, I could hear a grunt from inside. I sighed in relief. Then it struck me...

What was he doing?

Was he sick?

Was he crying?

"Hey, Jungkook-ah? Are you okay?" No answer. I knocked again, trying to push the handle. Locked. "Are you sick? Please answer me." No answer again, and silence fell for a moment on the outside as my head was rumbling over any possible way to convince him to talk. I bit my bottom lip in hesitation before pushing the handle, opening the door slowly. My eyes widened as I saw him curled in the corner, resting his arms on his knees, head buried in the gap between them. I rushed to his side, lowering myself to his level and placing my hand on his back. "What's wrong?" I asked, trying to smooth his tense muscles. "Kook-ah, talk to me." I lifted his chin, moving it firmly so he would look at me.