Taken (BTS Fanfiction) (LEMONS)

Chapter 5: Exam

Yoongi took a long, deep breath, holding it for as long as he was physically capable before releasing. He closed his eyes lightly before blinking them back open. If he were to sleep the time between then and when the man returned would feel much shorter and Yoongi didn't want that. He wanted to relish in his temporary solitude. In other words, he wanted a secluded place to mentally beat the shit out of himself. He had gotten too acquainted with his situation. His guard had let itself down without his consent or knowledge and if he wanted to ever get outta here he absolutely positively could not let that happen. He briefly wondered where his groupmates were, wondering if they'd been captured as well or if they were still in the dorms worrying about him. Certainly it's come to the attention of the media that Yoongi was gone, which was a blessing and curse. Of course, the sooner his absence is noticed the sooner he'll be rescued, but he knew that he'd be unable to escape the invasive questioning and he wasn't confident that he could even talk about what he's been through. Sure, it could've been much much worse as far as kidnaps go (he still had all of his body parts in tact) but he wasn't ledt unscathed. They've left deep gashes in his pride, he'd taken blows in his self worth and state of mind. Yoongi had never been very fond of finding comfort in comparing bad situations anyway.

He desperately hoped his members were back at the dorm, unharmed. He couldn't bare the thought of any one of his members suffering the way he has been. He's never wish this upon anyone in a million years, especially not any of Bangtan. He loves each one of them deeply and all of them were too delicate, too kind to come out of something this terrible without deep emotional scars. He couldn't imagine living in a world without Hoseok's sunshine personality or Jimin and Taehyung's constant laughter or there makne's perfectionism and hyperactivity. A world without Namjoon's terrible jokes and dominant presence or his hyung's mother like tendencies and passive personality would be insufferable. His chest felt heavy as he contemplated a thought so terrible he almost wants to gouge out his own eyes for thinking it.

What if I never see them again?

His next breath was shuddered, an urgent and persistent feeling of dread crushing him. Oh god, what if he never saw them again? Is he gonna die here? He doesn't even know if he's still in Korea or not, and from the looks of it, it wasn't going to be even remotely easy for him to get out of the woods that stretch for miles beyond wherever the hell he is. There was so little hope, and for the first time since he got here, Yoongi genuinely wanted to kill himself. He'd hardly been at the facility for a week, probably even less, but he'd already lost faith. He couldn't escape, nitty buy himself. He'd just have to hold out on the how that someone will trace his kidnapper's steps and find him here. He had to have hope, Burt org was hard when his rescue was doubtful. It was our of his hands.

The door opened suddenly and Yoongi felt his heart sink with despair. The man walked into the room, examining Yoongi laying on the bed with a smile. He had no idea how much time had passed, but it must have been at least an hour.

"I'm back, baby! Did you have fun without me?" He asked. Yoongi shrugged his shoulders indifferently. His eyes were red and puffy, obvious signs that he'd been crying. The man examined his face, cocking his head to the side and making an overdone sad face. "I'm sorry you didn't have a good day, kitten. You have me all to yourself tomorrow. Right now I need to get you to the exam wing though, you have an appointment set up, baby boy," Yoongi felt his anxiety spike with the mention of an exam and the man seemed to have sensed it because he sat down on the bed next to Yoongi and ran his fingers through his hair. Yoongi still looked drained, mentally exhausted. He didn't want to deal with any more interaction, he wanted to close his eyes and never open them again. "C'mon, up and at em," The man said, pulling back the duvet. He raised his eyebrows when he saw that Yoongi was still naked like he had been before he left. "Did you even move at all while I was gone?" Yoongi just shook his head, staring at the ceiling. "My poor baby," The man said, walking to the closet across the room and ruffling through the clothes, deciding on a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. He chucked them at Yoongi who just sat up and slid the clothes on without a word.