Kidnapped By The Gang (BTS fanfic)

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

You walk down the lonely street after a long day at work. The spring night in Seoul was refreshing and cool as it hit the back of your sweaty neck. You reach up to your tied up hair and pull at the scrunchie. Your (H/C) locks fall around your shoulders.

Your phone buzzes in your hand. You look down and see a text from your close friend.

(F/N): Hey! You still up for the club tomorrow? You can't say no. XP

A smile comes across your face. You reply:
Fine. But only if you stay with me. I don't want to be alone.

(F/N): Of course. Gotta take care of the baby who's going to a club for the first time. I promise I won't let you get kidnapped😂😂

You: Thanks...😑

You shove your phone in your back pocket and continue walking. After walking a couple of blocks, you hear a faint moan. You look around you, with a slightly confused expression.

"Please..." a voice said. "Please let me go... I'll give you money, anything. Just please..."

About five feet from you was an alley. Slowly, you approach it and peer over the corner. A man in his mid-30s was on the floor with his arms covering his face. His face was bloody and his nose appeared to be bent in an odd way. Towering above him was a young man that had his right hand covered in blood. He was handsome yet his cold eyes could pierce a solid steel wall.

The young man said nothing in reply to the pleas of the injured man. Instead, he reached his hand behind him and pulled out an irregular shaped object. Your eyes widen as you see the black gun pointed between the man's eyes.

The man let out a shaky breathe. "P-please... don't do this."

Then, there was a loud pop. Your hands cover your mouth as a small cry escaped your lips. The young man's head snaps to your direction. But you were already gone.

As you run home, your mind went blank, unable to comprehend what you saw.

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"Dude, just relax. What's up with you? You haven't been normal lately," says (F/N).

You look up from your coffee and show a small smile. It's been three days since you saw the murder. (F/N) caught on that you were acting paranoid, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell her about what you saw.

"I'm just really tired these days. Work is killing me," you lie.

(F/N)'s eyes narrow. "Whatever you say. Oh yeah. Did you finish the report for Jung?"

You nod. "Why? You didn't finish?"

Your friend scoffs. "No. Ha! Jung wants me to write a report about the Munchausen syndrome. What is the point of that?"

"You need to know different types of syndromes in order to diagnose a person," you explained while drinking your coffee.

"I don't know why I'm doing this..." (F/N) starts to say.

"You said you wanted to help people."

"Yeah well... I don't think that this was what I had in mind."

You smile. "Maybe you should be in the police or something. You tend to use action rather than words to help people."

(F/N)'s lips stick out and makes a slight pouty face.

You take a sip of your coffee and look out the cafe window. At that moment, you choke. Across the street, there was a familiar face. The man who committed murdered stared at your eyes and didn't move an inch. His stare made you tremble in your seat.

You found yourself trapped in his gaze, unable to move. Like a prey that was cornered by the predator. A truck passes by and the man was no longer there. You let out a sigh of relief. Your grip on the hem of your shirt relaxes. You hadn't realized that you were so tense, but then again you had a reason to be.

"(Y/N)... are you okay...? You're really pale," said (F/N).

You breathing slows and you nod.

(F/N) grabs your hand and looks at you with worry. "Maybe you should not go to the club..."

You shake your head. "I'm fine. Really. I just felt lightheaded. It might be the sugar rush," you say as you laugh.

Your friend laughs and shakes their head. "You always put too much sugar in your coffee. You're gonna get diabetes, child."

You laugh. Your smile fades as you see the man's eyes flash in your head. It was the longest three seconds in your life. Please just be a hallucination, you think to yourself.

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Alrighty then. This probably sucked a lot but whatever... -_-
I purposely did not write he/she for your friend because I do not know the gender of your close friend. Anyways, I hope you somewhat enjoyed this piece of bad writing😂 Peace out! Bye bye!