Butterfly [Jeon Jeongguk]

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Jungkook's eyes fluttered open. His head pounded and he groaned into a gag of some kind. There was a faint red glow around him. He tilted his head slowly to see where he was. There was a tire by his head and a car jack by his feet. Jumper cables bound his wrists and ankles, rubbing them raw. He was almost certain that he was in the trunk of a car. His suspicions were confirmed when he felt something beneath him followed by a jolt that tossed him into the air. He cried out when he landed hard onto the trunk's floor.

"I think he's awake." Someone's muffled voice said inside the car.

"He can't see outside the trunk, we're fine." There was a sharp turn and Jungkook went flying, his head slamming into the side of the trunk. He groaned, his vision spinning. He had to use all of his will power to not vomit. The car stopped suddenly and he heard the doors slam.

"Get him out." The trunk was opened, showering him in the fading afternoon sunlight. He wondered how far they had been driving to get to where they were. It seemed to be six, maybe seven. It was summer, and the sun was just starting to set. He guessed that they had grabbed him around 10:30. Had they been driving for nearly eight hours? No, they said something about not hurting him for money. They wanted to keep him close.

"Hey, kid, you gonna say something?" The man asked. Jungkook hadn't noticed they took off his gag.

"Wha-what?" Jungkook squeaked.

"Jesus Christ kid, how long are your stupid little friends staying in London?"

"They-they won't leave until they f-find me." He said, more scared than he sounded. The man looked to his accomplices.

"You were right." He said, grinning.

"How much money do you think he'll go for?" Another asked.

"Millions of that Will girl is involved."

"Don't touch her!" He shouted. That earned him a swift punch to the gut. He groaned, doubled over in pain.

"Maybe we should've grabbed her instead." The third muttered.

"Nah, the fans don't care. The only people that care about her are the members themselves, and I'm pretty sure they don't care much either. But, I know that the fans love this one more than any of the others. That's why we targeted him. His ransom will definitely be hefty." The first man, whom Jungkook had since dubbed Leader Dick, said, scratching his stubble.

"Alright get him out. Don't want anyone seeing us." Dick finally said. The other two grabbed him and lifted him out. Jungkook squirmed, crying out for help. The men hurried to get him inside, tossing him onto a cold cement floor. He landed hard on his back, the wind knocked off of him. He lied on the cold ground, struggling to get air into his lungs as the doors above him were shut. He didn't even realize he was in a cellar. Dick clicked on a light.

"So, Jungkook right? You must be so lost as to our goal." One of the other men chuckled lightly.

"Ransom... heard you... say it." He huffed, his voice straining to get the syllables past his fragile lips. He felt like he would shatter any second. He was a pane of glass, and every word they said was a punch to the pane. He was tough, and hadn't cracked yet, but he didn't know how much longer that would last.

"Correct." Dick crouched down in front of him.

"I'm Jasper,the black haired one is John, and the other guy is Lucas. Welcome to your life for however long it takes for us to get the money we want. Or for the cops to find us, whichever comes first. Don't piss us off or we'll ruin that pretty face of yours." Jasper cackled and went to another room, ordering John and Lucas to untie Jungkook.

"They're gonna find me!" He shouted as they headed toward the door Jasper had gone through. John said something to Lucas that Jungkook couldn't quite catch. Lucas turned and grinned maliciously at Jungkook. The young boy's eyes widened. He pissed him off. He quickly began to crawl backward until his back his the cold cement wall. Was everything in this room cement? Lucas lunged forward and grabbed Jungkook by his hair. His fist slammed into the boy's face twice and his kicked him in the gut. Lucas threw him to the ground, spitting on his back before leaving the room. Jungkook coughed, his stomach pulsing with pain. His nose was bleeding profusely and his cheek throbbed. He was certain his nose was broken. If it wasn't, he'd call it a miracle. He pulled off his knit sweater, tossing it into the corner. He wanted it on him still so he could be reminded of Willow, but the spit on it repulsed him.

He wanted anything by him to remind him of Will. He wished he had taken her bracelet the night before like he had planned, but he had forgotten. It would've helped him be able to get through it.

Something buzzed in his back pocket and he froze. His phone. They forgot to grab his phone. He spun around, grabbing it. The screen was spider webbed, but he had no choice. He had to do something. He had almost no service, but he had to try. He needed to hear Will's voice. Just her voice. He checked his battery percentage. One percent. One percent to hear her voice. What was that, maybe a minute? Maybe less? He wasn't sure as his shaky hands dialed her number. He held the phone close to his ear, his hands shaking in anticipation.

"Pick up, baby, please, please please, baby, just pick up the phone." It rang once, twice, three times, answer.

"Who is this?" Will demanded. Her voice was strong, but he could hear it waver.

"Will! Baby, baby, baby, it's me! It's Jungkook! I-please-they want money. Please stay safe. Tell the boys to stay close together! Don't let them leave each other alone. Stay in groups. Don't leave London. I love you, baby." He heard Jasper shouting.

"Jungkook! Where are you! Are you okay?" She asked, breaking down immediately. Jasper flung the door open and Jungkook cried out as he kicked him in the face.

"Jungkook!" Will screamed.

"Grab his god damn phone! Didn't I tell you dumbasses to get it before we left London! Jesus Christ!" Jasper exclaimed, grabbing Jungkook by the collar of his shirt. He punched him in the face once.

"What did you say?" He growled.

"I-I told her I l-loved her and I to-told her not-not to leave Lon-London. I s-said for the boys to not be a-apart from each o-other." Jungkook sputtered, exhausted from the beatings.

"It's dead." John said. Jasper reached for it. Jungkook watched in horror as he cracked it in half.

"No." He whispered. Jasper smiled.

"Yes. You're lucky I didn't knock you out, you little shit." He stood up, throwing Jungkook to the floor. Jungkook lied on the floor, the only motion in him the rise and fall of his chest. He could feel the warmth of his own blood running down his face. It went over his cheeks, down his jaw, over his lips, into his barely open mouth, across his chin. It was all from his nose, which he now knew was broken, shattered maybe. He spit the blood out of his mouth, and tilted his head to the side, the knit sweater directly in his line of sight.

"I'm sorry." He whispered before dipping into unconsciousness.