Eccentric Hostage

Chapter Ten

Warnings: Guns, blood and killing.

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"It's been eight hours since then." Namjoon informs Hoseok as his stomach makes noises out of hunger. "Have you thought of a plan?" Hoseok asks. "We don't need a plan. We need to be out of these chains and I just can't figure out how." Namjoon answers clicking his tongue in annoyance. "I am not sure how far the others have come since Baekhyun is the last person they are going to suspect." Hoseok informs sighing. "You got that right. I still think Jin would at least think about it." Namjoon replies.

"I wonder how Taehyung is doing." Hoseok wonders in a solemn tone with a soft smile of self pity, which Namjoon has never heard or seen before. "Don't worry man, we'll get out. Somehow, we just need an opportunity to get out of these chains and we're set." Namjoon replies shaking his body on the chair. "FUCK!" Hoseok shouts in anger. At that moment Baekhyun enters the room.

"Someone is angry, I wonder why." He mocks Hoseok entering the room and shutting the door behind him. Hoseok glares at the other and clenches his teeth in anger. Baekhyun takes a vacant chair and sits on it in front of Hoseok. "Hoseok." He says cupping the younger's cheek. "I always liked you, you know. It's a disappointment it has to end like this for us." He adds.

"I am glad it is. I don't want a fake ass bitch fancying me." Hoseok spits. Baekhyun narrows his eyes and slaps Hoseok across the face. "I don't want to slap your pretty face, I really don't. Don't make me do it. You might live longer than your friend." Baekhyun warns.

"I don't want to live longer if I am stuck seeing your face." Hoseok replies scoffing. "Hoseok, you have to understand something here. I am not a traitor, I am a human. BTS is great but it's....not enough. SM on the other hand, they like to keep their employees hands full." Baekhyun informs running his index finger on Hoseok's cheek.

"Seventy thousand dollars per month is not enough for a single man with no family or expenses other than self satisfaction?" Namjoon asks giving out a dry chuckle. "I don't remember talking to you." Baekhyun warns, throwing a glare at the other. Namjoon bites the inside of his cheek in anger and frustration. He isn't in the best position to be picking fights.

"So you left because they offered you more money? Sounds like activities of a traitor to me." Hoseok says shaking his head to remove Baekhyun's finger from his cheeks. "I expected you to understand me but you can't. You're just the same." Baekhyun says getting up from his seat.

He takes a gun out of his pocket and places it on Hoseok's forehead. The younger starts to sweat in fear of death mixed with anger but he keeps a steady face, showing no hints of expressions. "If you make it out alive, tell Taehyung I love him." Hoseok informs Namjoon with a humorless chuckle and anxiety twisting his stomach. Namjoon can feel goose bumps on his skin and his heart aching. "Don't worry, I'll tell your loving sweetheart that you died peacefully in my arms trying to save me." Baekhyun says pressing the trigger.

Bang.

Namjoon closes his eyes at the sudden sound of trigger; it is probably the first time in fifteen years that he has feared the sound of gunshot. He can't open his eyes in fear of the sight that awaits him. "I changed my mind. I hope you don't die out of blood loss, I intend to have some fun with you." Baekhyun says leaving the room.

Hoseok gives out a loud growl in pain as soon as the other leaves the room. Namjoon looks at Hoseok once he realizes the elder is alive and holds grasp of the situation. "Where did the fucker shoot?" Namjoon asks. "L-left shoulder." Hoseok answers panting with his eyes squeezed shut from the pain.