Jungkook sat with an impatient expression, masking his nervousness behind a forced bravado. He straightened, raising his chin defiantly as he looked at one of the guards.
“So, Mr. Kidnapper, may I know why I’m still here, alive?” His voice sounded more confident than he felt, though he cringed internally at the forced casualness of it. Still, he needed to get information somehow.
One of the guards smirked, leaning back comfortably and taking a swig of his drink. “Our boss is on the way,” he replied nonchalantly, not even looking at Jungkook. “He’s coming here to shoot a little video of you with his sister. He’ll send that to your husband, who, naturally, will lose his mind and rush over here like a desperate man. When he does… well, that’s when our boss plans to capture him, too.”
Jungkook’s heart sank at the implications, but he kept his expression steady, forcing himself to listen as the guard continued with a twisted grin.
“Then, he’ll marry his sister to your husband, of course. And once the ceremony’s over…” the guard chuckled, his eyes glinting maliciously, “…he’ll kill you right in front of him.”
The other guard snorted, holding up his drink.
“I told you, we should’ve brought some alcohol. This plain juice is boring.”
“Shut up, Yukmin!” The second guard hissed, swatting his friend’s arm.
“We have to stay sane enough to guard him, don’t we?”
Just then, his phone pinged with a new message. The guard’s eyes widened, and he straightened immediately.
“Boss is here. Hide the drinks!” They scrambled, stuffing their cups away and quickly pulling themselves into a stiff, alert stance. Jungkook felt his pulse quicken, though he kept his face impassive, watching as they turned serious, pretending to be diligent guards.
The door creaked open, and in walked a tall, imposing figure with a woman at his side. The guards quickly straightened, bowing respectfully.
“Boss,” they greeted in unison, stepping back to make way for him and his sister.
Jungkook’s eyes sharpened as he took in the sight of the man again, the one pulling all the strings in this twisted plan.
Minwoo, the boss, stepped forward with a cold smirk, eyes glinting with cruel satisfaction as he looked down at Jungkook.
“We meet again, Jungkook,” he drawled, his voice thick with disdain. “Now, let’s get this video shot and done. We wouldn’t want to keep your husband waiting, would we?”
Jungkook fought to keep his composure, hiding his hands subtly behind his back to avoid giving away that he was no longer tied up. His heart pounded, but he forced himself to remain calm. Just then, Minwoo’s sister huffed dramatically, rolling her eyes as she strutted toward Jungkook, her face twisted in irritation. Her heels clicked loudly against the floor, and Jungkook couldn’t resist giving her an exaggerated look of disgust.
“Ew,” he scoffed loudly, pulling a face. “Like I’d want garbage like you anywhere near me, Ms. Makeup.”
The nickname hit a nerve, and her face contorted with fury. She stopped mid-step, glaring down at him with eyes blazing.
“Neither do I want to be anywhere near a low-life gold digger like you, you… bitch!” she shot back, her tone dripping with contempt.
Jungkook snorted, hiding his smirk behind a look of mock disgust.
“Gross,” he muttered, his sarcasm barely veiled.
She flipped her hair, turning to Minwoo with an exaggerated grimace.
“Minwoo, I’m shooting the video from over here. I won’t get anywhere near him.”
“As you say, sis,” Minwoo replied, though his eyes flashed darkly as he shot Jungkook a warning look, clearly displeased by the insult. “And you, you’ll regret those words soon enough,” he muttered under his breath before turning to his men. “Alright, set up the camera. Make it clear enough so that Taehyung knows exactly who has his precious little husband.”
One of the guards fumbled with his phone, positioning it to record Jungkook’s face clearly. Minwoo straightened up, the satisfaction evident in his gaze as he prepared to send his message.
“Let’s go,” he ordered, gesturing for the guard to begin filming.
The guard hit record, and Minwoo stood just beside the camera, grinning maliciously as he addressed the lens.
“Taehyung,” he began smoothly, his tone almost taunting. “As you can see, we have you lil husband, Jungkook-shii here… safe, for now. But you know how these things go. If you want him back, you’ll come to me. Alone.”
Jungkook kept his expression calm, though his mind raced with ways to get out. If he could just keep them distracted long enough, maybe he could—
Minwoo leaned forward, grabbing the phone from his guard and ending the recording. He smirked at the screen before hitting send.
“There. This should get Taehyung running.”
Minwoo’s sister let out an irritated huff, her face twisting in disgust.
“Ugh, enough of this!” she snapped, stomping her foot in frustration. With a final glare at Jungkook, she spun on her heel and marched toward the door, her movements filled with indignant fury. Minwoo watched her go, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he slipped his phone back into his pocket.
“Drama queen,” Jungkook muttered under his breath, earning a deathly glare from Minwoo.
Minwoo sneered, but instead of responding, he simply nodded to his guards. “Make sure he stays put. I’ll be back soon.” With that, he turned and followed his sister out, leaving Jungkook alone as the guards follow him out to see him off.
As the door clicked shut behind them, Jungkook exhaled slowly, his eyes narrowing as he assessed his situation. His hands were free, he knew where he was, and now, he had a small window of time.
"Alright, Jungkook,” he whispered to himself, a determined glint in his eyes.
“Time to put this plan into action."
The boss for sure was an idiot, Jungkook confirms.
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Trouble Tamer
Fanfiction"Sorry, but your name?" Jin asked softly "Min Hoyoon," Jungkook blurted out with a panicked smile. "Yes, Hoyoon," Jin chuckled, clearly enjoying this far too much. "Taehyung, show him around, will you?" And in that moment, Jungkook just knew. He w...
