THE PURGE || BTS EDITION

Chapter 8: Dirty Laundry

Taehyung's P.O.V.

I woke up to blinding lights shining down on me and a crowd of people staring at me. I looked around. I was on a stage with six other people who all looked as confused and terrified as me. Our hands and ankles were tied together and our mouths were stuffed with scarfs.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you this year's Purge volunteers." A man with a microphone said to the crowd. Applause erupted and as my eyes focused I began to see the tables and dinner before the guests. I felt my stomach drop, realizing what was happening.

I had heard stories about this stuff before, but I had never believed them. I remember when I was little, my dad had explained to me that the wealthy make Purge Night a game. They kidnap people off the street, throw them in a room, and hunt them like animals.

"Now, who wants to bid in? The ticket price is $200,000." The man said smiling. People jumped from their seats, waving signs in the air and hoping to get picked. I felt sick. I heard the lady next to me start to cry, the sound being muffled by the scarf.

The announcer picked seven people and motioned towards the room for them to suit up. I felt hands roughly pull me up and push me off the stage, following the other kidnapped people. They untied our hands and feet, removed the scarf, and handed each of us a revolver. Then they pushed us inside and locked the door behind us, leaving us in the middle of a maze.

"Good luck." Someone said through a microphone. The eerie sound made my skin crawl. I took a deep breath and prepared to fight for my life.

Kylie's P.O.V.

We left the house and snuck down the street. I knew it was important to pay attention to your surroundings during Purge Night, but I couldn't get my mind off that picture.

"Do you think she's still with him...?" I whispered, my voice slightly wavering. Jungkook looked over at me and shook his head.

"She saved you from those men Kylie. She wouldn't have done that if she was still working for him." He reassured me. "Besides, we all have a past we're trying to escape." He finished, looking away.

"What are you running from?" I asked, even though I was terrified of his answer.

"More like who... My dad actually." He sighed out. "I'm sure you've heard of how the wealthy purge. Well my psycho father is in charge of it. He kidnaps innocent people of the streets and then let's people hunt them like wild animals." He said disgusted.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up over that. It's out of your control." I said, trying to calm him down, but his emotions were already intensifying.

"He made me choose one year, you know? Put me in the backseat and made me pick people off the street. I didn't know what I was doing." He said, his voice cracking.

"I chose a little girl Kylie." Jungkook said, tears beginning to fall. "And then my dad... He put me in there with them. I was the only one that made it out alive... That little girl... She... She died in my arms."

Jungkook was a sobbing mess. He was trying to hold everything in and failing miserably. I pulled him into a side alley and we ducked down beside a dumpster. I was facing Jungkook, my back towards the alley when I felt hands grip around my waist and pull me back harshly. The figure threw me over their shoulder and took off running.

Namjoon's P.O.V.

My wound was healing and my strength was coming back. I chuckled to myself when I saw Jin approaching, his face red and his form awkward. I was about to ask him what was wrong when I saw Yoongi and Ravs trail out behind him, both of their hair messy. I put two and two together and smirked.

"Aww Jin hyung you're no fun. Interrupting their special moment." I said laughing. Jin flushed even more and Yoongi and Ravs looked irritated.

"Where's Hoseok?" Yoongi asked changing the subject.

"Oh he went out to look for-" I was cut off by Jin, who was furious.

"You let Hobi leave by himself?!?" He asked, turning to me with anger and worry.  I chuckled at his reaction, only making the situation worse.

"He's just down the road he'll be fine-" I was cut off once again.

"You can't say that for certain!" Jin yelled, his anger spiraling out of control. "You think you're such a great leader and you can't even keep your group together! You let people go off and do stupid shit! I knew we shouldn't have left the house but you insisted. You fucked everything up." He spat out.

My mouth hung open, completely unaware of where all this pent up anger was coming from. He couldn't just be mad about this, there was something else bothering him. He barged towards the door, stopping when Ravs called out for him.

"Where are you going?" She asked, eyeing us nervously.

"To get Hobi back. You guys should come with me if you care." He said, anger still boiling inside him.

"Namjoon can't walk though..." Yoongi said, looking at my injured form.

"Then leave him here." He spat before barging out.

"What the actual fuck was that about?" Ravs asked, looking over at me in shock.

My mind was racing, trying to figure out what could have provoked this. He must have seen something when he walked around... It was the only explanation.

"Ravs and Yoongi check the dead bodies and every little detail of the store. Those fuckers had to have had something on them that made Jin lose his shit."

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They had been searching for what felt like hours when they came back with a few items.

"This is all we could find." Yoongi said, reaching out some wallets, rings, and.... a picture?

I looked at the photo, a women in her 40s with an "X" drawn through her face. I immediately recognized the woman to be Jin's mom. I flipped the photo over and read the scrawled handwriting on the back.

Find this woman and bring her back to me.
- Ryan

The writing went on to give her address and further description. My mind was spinning. What the fuck did Ryan want with Jin's mom? And why wouldn't Jin tell us about it?

This Purge Night has fucked everything up. It's been deadly and sick, nothing like we're used to being cooped up in our house. It's digging up our dirty laundry, and it's only a matter of time before everyone finds out about mine.