Trouble Tamer

31. What Happened To Jungkook?

“Well then,” one of them murmured, stepping closer. “Looks like we’re going to have some fun.”

As Jungkook braced himself for whatever his captors had planned, he caught a break—an annoyed huff and a shove from one guard to the other broke the tense silence.

"Get over your obsession with trying to look psychotic and do what we’re hired for," one of them muttered sharply, rolling his eyes as he headed toward the door.

The other guard groaned, clutching his shoulder from the shove.

“Ugh, fine, whatever,” he whined, giving Jungkook one last look before trailing after his partner.

As the door clicked shut behind them, Jungkook let out a shaky sigh, his body finally relaxing a fraction. He couldn’t believe his luck. As soon as he’d come to, he’d noticed that one of the nails protruding from the back of his wooden chair was sharp enough to use on his ropes. He’d worked his bindings against it while their boss had been busy taunting him, hoping neither the guards nor the boss would notice. And, miraculously, they hadn’t.

With his hands finally free, he rubbed his sore wrists and shot a glance at the closed door. He knew they wouldn’t leave him unattended for long. He had to move fast.

"Did a wrong move to think I’m an easy one, you idiot," he muttered under his breath, picturing the boss’s sneer as he pushed up from the chair. They were some bunch of low IQs if they really thought he was scared of them.

Instinctively, he reached for his pocket, hoping his phone was still there. But it was gone. Of course, they’d thought of that.

“Great, just great,” he muttered, eyes scanning the room for anything he could use. The door was solid and locked from the outside, his captors had made sure of that. He knew there’d be no easy way out, but he wasn’t about to sit there and wait. Now, he just had to come up with a plan.

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Meanwhile, at the mansion, Taehyung was pacing, his jaw tight and hands clenched. The growing pit of worry in his stomach had turned into full-blown panic. It had been hours since he’d last seen Jungkook, and his attempts to reach him had all ended in silence. Jungkook’s phone was unreachable, and Taehyung was out of ideas. His mind kept conjuring up worst-case scenarios, each more unsettling than the last.

Without wasting any more time, he picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he reached the name he was looking for—Park Bogum. Not only was Bogum a high-ranking police officer, but he was also a close friend of Taehyung’s. If anyone could help, it was him.

He pressed ‘call’ and put the phone to his ear, anxiously waiting for Bogum to answer.

After a few rings, Bogum’s familiar, steady voice came through. “Taehyung! What’s up? It’s been a while.”

“Bogum,” Taehyung’s voice came out tense, almost shaky, a stark contrast to his usual calm tone. “I… I need your help. Jungkook,  my husband,  h-he—”

Immediately, Bogum’s voice took on a serious edge. “What happened? Is everything okay?”

Taehyung swallowed, trying to keep his voice steady.

“I don’t know where he is. He’s been gone for hours, and I can’t reach him. His phone is off, and I’ve searched the entire mansion. I even called his friend, but he hasn’t seen him either.”

There was a pause on the other end as Bogum absorbed the information.

“How long has he been gone?” he asked, his tone calm but urgent.