Shadows Of The Maknae

Chapter 22: The Phone Call

The next morning, Jungkook had been sitting in the living room, sleeping on the couch because he couldn't sleep in his room without Y/N being there. His eyes were puffy and sore from crying and from his lack of sleep. He's been up most of night, thinking about how they could save her in the safest way possible. His head was starting to hurt and he really needed coffee. He wasn't much of a coffee drinker, but he needed it in order to stay sane. Just as he was about to get up, he heard someone making their way down the stairs. When he looked up, he saw it was Yoongi.

"Jungkook? Are you okay? You look like sh*t." Yoongi said with a light chuckle, trying to cheer him up.

"I didn't get any sleep last night. I keep thinking about Y/N and just praying she's ok." He replied, rubbing his eyes.

"I'll make you some coffee. You look like you need it." Jungkook nodded, silently thanking him.

He was grateful that Yoongi had his love for coffee. He wasn't even sure how to even make it but Yoongi was already at the kitchen counter where the coffee machine was, getting it ready for Jungkook. He sat at the kitchen counter, his elbows resting on the counter and his hands underneath his chin. He kept tilting his head as if to fall asleep, but then he would snap out of it and straighten himself up. This would happen every so often until Yoongi gave him a big mug of coffee. A few moments, Namjoon and Jin were making their way downstairs. They wouldn't expect Jimin or Taehyung since they were late risers and Lilly was still sound asleep in the guest room.

"Jungkook, why didn't you get any sleep? I know your worried about her, but I am starting to worry about your health." Jin stated as he made his way over to Jungkook, checking his temperature by putting the back of his hand onto his forehead. He wasn't warm. He was just physically and mentally drained, even though it's only been a day. He never realized how much Y/N had meant to him until she was gone. And it broke his heart.

"No Hyung, I'm not sick." He said as he took a sip of his warm black coffee. He made a disgusted face before putting a shit ton of sugar in it before taking another sip. Much better, he thought. Yoongi looked over at him with a smirk and a chuckle. He made it black on purpose to wake him up but to also see the youngest reaction. It was adorable, Yoongi thought. Namjoon was just about to speak up when there was a loud ding that came from Jungkook's phone, notifying him of a text. He narrowed his eyebrows, clearly confused, since all the members were in the hideout and he didn't talk to many people outside of his circle.

His assumptions were correct when he saw it was from an unknown number. He thought about not looking at it, but then opened it to see a thumbnail of someone tied up, when he looked closer, he saw that it was Y/N. He threw his phone faced down onto the counter before running upstairs, slamming the door to his office. The other boys looked at each other, confused, wondering what had just happened. Namjoon, being the courageous one, took Jungkook's phone and looked to see what he had saw.

His eyes widened, realized the person tied up was Y/N. He immediately made his way up the same stairs as Jungkook, looking back over at Jin and Yoongi, motioning them to follow him. They silently obeyed, following Namjoon upstairs to Jungkook's office. When they found him, he was sitting at his desk, his fists clenched as he repeatedly punched the table. His veins were popping out of his neck, anger was coursing through him.

"Jungkook... they sent it to us to a reason. We don't have to watch the whole thing. But I think we should at least see what they sent us." Namjoon suggested hesitantly. Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi surrounded Jungkook around his chair, looking down as Jungkook held his phone.

Once Jungkook hit play, it showed that Mingyu, one of Seventeen's members, was straddled over Y/N while her wrists were tied and were above her head, her ankles tied as well. Jungkook could feel himself fuming. If he were in a cartoon, real smoke would be coming out of his ears. Mingyu was shoving his c*ck into Y/N's mouth and he couldn't watch it as her groans and moans were echoing through the speaker of the Samsung phone. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see what was happening to her. It was heart wrenching that he couldn't scoop her up and take her out of the room.