Taken (BTS Fanfiction) (LEMONS)

Chapter 1: Mommy

When Yoongi woke up he wasn't in his bed. He didn't wake up to the sound of the shower running and muffled voices through his thin bedroom walls. He didn't wake up to the smell of Seokjin's breakfast or Namjoon's poignant cologne.

When Yoongi woke up he was on a cold steel table, wrists and ankles bound with a strong cloth and an almost seat belt like strap holding down his hips tightly. The room was completely dark and he couldn't hear anything besides the sound of his own breathing around the ball gag in his mouth. His heart was beating so hard in his chest he might as well have been having a heart attack.

The door across the room opened suddenly, the room flooding with bright light. Yoongi closed his eyes and flinched, blinking a few times to adjust to the fluorescent light. When he opened his eyes again he saw a woman standing over him smiling. She was pretty, curvy and just barely taller than him with long dark-brown hair and brown, almond shaped eyes. Her eyes reminded him of Jungkook's and he suddenly felt his heart ache, wondering if the rest of Bangtan had been abducted or if it had just been him.

"Hi Yoongi! How are you feeling?" The woman questioned, placing a hand on Yoongi's forehead. He tried his best to growl around the gag in his mouth.

"I hope the table isn't too cold, baby boy. Oh, and don't worry about the gag. It'll be off soon, I'm just waiting for someone to bring me the syringe. You're not scared of needles, are you?" Yoongi didn't reply. "Ahh I almost forgot to introduce myself! How silly of me." She giggled. "You can call me mommy. I'm here to take care of you."

Yoongi looked away from the woman, panicked eyes trying in vain to search around the room. It looked like and old, empty hospital room; white bare walls and a thick steel door straight across from him. The only other things occupying the room that he could see were the steel table he was strapped to and a smaller steel side table with three drawers. He did didn't know if he wanted to find out what was in them.

The door opened suddenly and the woman looked from Yoongi's face to the door with a smile.

"Oh! Look who's here!" She began speaking to the man in English, spoken too fast for him to catch more than fragments of words. The man was over six foot with a neatly trimmed beard and soft brown eyes. He looked foreign, maybe American. He and the woman conversed in English for a good few minutes before he made his way over to Yoongi, sitting down on the end of the bed by his bound feet and facing him with a smile. Yoongi resisted the urge to try and kick him off the table.

"Hey baby boy, how're you doing?" He asked, running a hand up Yoongi's bare calf. Yoongi tensed and tried to jolt away but he had nowhere to move. The man's korean sounded natural, even though he was obviously not from Korea. Yoongi made a sound through the ball gag and the man chuckled, the woman cooing and fawning over him like he was a baby.

"Don't you worry sweetheart, we'll get that ball gag out of your mouth," She said, turning around and grabbing the syringe the man had brought in earlier. Yoongi started thrashing as hard as he could, struggling against his restraints even though he knew his efforts were futile.

"Now mommy, don't scare him!" The man scolded. She smiled apologetically at Yoongi. "Now, the serum isn't going to knock you unconscious, your movements will just be more...sluggish. It's just a precaution, since subjects are always more violent on their first day. Nod your head if you understand." Yoongi hesitated, then nodded. "We'll give you the shot, take off your gag and then either mommy or I will take care of you, okay baby?" Yoongi shuddered internally at his words. He wasn't sure what they both had meant by 'take care of you' but considering he was bound and naked he had no doubts that he wouldn't like it. 'Maybe they'll take off the restraints too,' he thought. He made a noise through the gag and then tugged at his restraints, hoping that the man got the hint.