You sat in the chair motionless. You had given up crying and know you often stayed still, leaving yourself to your thoughts and a world of your own. The thick ropes rubbed against your skin and the cuts on your arms, legs, and face burned. You had been kidnapped by some truly crazy fans for Jimin, while you had been walking home. They followed you off the bus and down the road. When no one was there they knocked you out hard and took you away. You woke up like this and have barely eaten since. The hunger doesn't hurt and you lost the sense of where you were a while ago. You've always been creative so you would close your eyes and create a world in your head to keep away the pain. At times you would cry because Jimin would appear and hold you, saying it was okay but you knew this wasn't true. You had tried escaping but they had guns and knives, they quickly caught you, resulting in the cuts. You don't know how they are contacting Jimin but the took a video on your phone and sent it to him.
Present-
Today, You're singing. That's about it. You just sing little things quietly under your breath while you stay in your head. You've given up on Jimin because he is on a photoshoot and isn't even in England. The fans seem to have found this out your guessing because a few came into the room with a gun. You wasn't fazed anymore as you had spent so much time in your head. You gave her as sweet a smile as you could make as your lip was hurt and bleeding again. One of the fans came up to me and punched me in the nose. Blood started to drip from it and I spat out blood. I grinned, enjoying the fact that I could still be annoying when I wanted to be. "What are you smiling about b*tch?" The girl who punched me asked, kicking you in the stomach. You ignored her and she grabbed a bat from her friend and smashed it on your arm. You felt the pain surge through to your head and cried out, trying to contain your emotions. You hung my head and tried to pretend to be unconscious. Another girl came and pulled your head up by your hair. "You know if you didn't want me dead I would probably be friends with someone like you," You mumbled to her. She paused then replied, "If you weren't dating my bias I would be friends with someone like you!" She gave you a look of death then slapped you hard. It didn't show on your skin so you didn't show much pain.
"I don't know why he even likes you. Your younger than me," she scowled. After this they began to list reason why Jimin shouldn't love you, which broke me the most. You ignored them, but some things they said still got to you. "And yet he loves you despite all these things anyway," a happy voice in your head said to you. You looked away from the now large group of girls and smiled to yourself. One girl noticed and and kicked you so hard you couldn't move. They thought you were knocked out, so they left you to your suffering.
Jimin's p.o.v.
After my last few days here, I get to go to London and see Y/n again. I missed her and can't wait to see her. I got on the plane, tired. We had done so much on our last days my bones ached. I slept through the plane ride and away to fans greeting us from outside. I waved to the fans as we headed for our car and was surprised when I couldn't spot her. She wasn't outside either. Confused, I checked my phone for messages. An alert came up, saying it was a message from Y/n. I was surprised to see it was a video and played it curiously. Y/n was tied to a chair in a dark room. She had cuts and bruises displayed in different shades of red all over her. Someone was holding her up by her hair and blood dripped from her nose and mouth sickeningly, a steady stream from her head. She looked expressionless but I could see the fear and sadness still reflected in her eyes. The girl hold her hair spoke, giving me the details of her location, saying "For everyday you don't come, she'll be in more pain. It's been a week. As you can see we haven't spared a day. You know where to find us, so come and get your girlfriend," she finished. Just before the video ended another girl came in and gave her a hard punch then they let go of her head. My eyes watered, everything around me seemed to have disappeared. I didn't know what to do, so I stood there gathering my thoughts.
Jungkook and Jhope had been talking to me and turned around when I stopped walking. "What happened? You okay?" Jungkook asked, worried. "A group of fans kidnapped Y/n," I whispered to them, so the fans wouldn't hear. They gave me scared looks and we hurried to the car, telling the others as we went. After some time, we arrived at the location. I got out of the car, going alone in case the fans wanted me to.
Your p.o.v.
After what felt like days, you woke up blinking, your head was in so much pain you cried out, you felt dizzy and weak. Faintly, from a corner somewhere you heard the sound of a door opening, you shook as sunlight perched your eyes, knowing fully well a few more hits from those girls might kill you. Light shone into the room and a tall figure with brown hair walked in, you recognised the person, unable to believe who it might be. "Jimin?" you called as loud as you could. "Y/n?!" He cried searching for you, Here! Here!" You cried, regaining your voice. He ran over to you then paused, seeing your cuts. He looked at you in horror then, very gently, hugged you. You cried over his shoulder not caring about pain anymore. He tried to untie you but the rope was to thick. "I-I can't get you out," he said holding your cheek. "Don't worry, as long as your here, I don't care," You smiled. Suddenly, the sound of the door shutting made you jump and Jimin immediately stood in front of you, keeping you from them. "If you want us to let her go, you have to do what we say," the girl at the front said, smiling. "Fine. Just leave her alone," he growled. "Well, for starters, you will leave her alone. Next, you will kiss each one of us. And finally, you will never tell anyone about this," she demanded. "Jimin, you don't have to do this, I'm okay. Just go and get the others, get the police," You said to him calmly. "No Y/n. I'll do it," he called to the girl. "Jimin!" You cried. He turned and bent down. He kissed you as hard as he could and you kissed back. After some time, he got up and walked over to the girls. He kissed each one, in turn so you closed my eyes tight so you didn't have to watch. They let you go and you hugged Jimin, crying. "Wait. I'll let you all hit me one more time if you let me stay with Jimin," You called to them. It was Jimin's turn to protest as you sat back down in the chair and put my hands behind your back. The girls mumbled before nodding and grabbing their weapons. The rest was a blur as you blacked out half way through.
Jimin's p.o.v.
When they stopped she fell out of the chair and lay on the floor. At first I thought was dead so I ran to her and checked if she was breathing. She was, but faintly. I picked her up, bridal style, to the girls' jealousy, then carried her out of the building. I took her to the car where the others gasped at the sight of her. Next we took her to the hospital as fast as possible...
