Taken | myg + pjm

01

mean yoongi[05:31pm]: pls tell me you at least left your building

You[05:31pm]: i've at least left my building

mean yoongi[05:31pm] : but are you lying

Jimin giggles at the text, turning off the light in his bathroom after checking his hair for the umpteenth time, trying to make sure the blond strands fall perfectly in place. If anyone were to ask why he cared so much, he wouldn't admit it's because he's trying to impress Yoongi. He's had a crush on the guy for the past few years or so, feelings that developed over time during college and after. It was almost shameless, the back and forth they had with each other.

mean yoongi[05:35pm] : ok now i know youre lying.

mean yoongi{05:36pm] : you've tooken hours getting ready for smaller things

You[05:36pm] : It's 'taken'

You[05:36pm] : and who said going to the movies with you was a big thing o.O

mean yoongi[05:36pm]: uh cause youre going with me? duh?

Jimin wouldn't necessarily call what he and Yoongi have a flirtationship; it's more of something that comes right before that, an inkling that both carry out when they speak to each other. A year or so ago, Jimin would have been fine with this. Hell, he would have been fine with a flirtationship, but Yoongi invited him out tonight to see a new horror film (Jimin is certain Yoongi chose that genre on purpose because Jimin absolutely hates scary movies) and Jimin thinks this may be his shot.

So, yes, Yoongi is right that he is lying about having already left his apartment (he is literally closing his door right now) but he needed to look good; good enough to make Yoongi keel over at his beauty, stumble over his own words, or just tell him he looks nice (Jimin will take any of the three, really).

The walk to Yoongi's apartment is short, maybe ten minutes or a little bit more, and Jimin walks briskly since the winter air is cold. The world feels empty, what with everyone either in their homes or wherever they work, and it makes Jimin feel at ease.

He's not sure how long he's been walking, but there's suddenly a biker coming down the street, going in Jimin's opposite direction. He swerves almost drunkenly, and Jimin can feel his heartbeat rise in anticipation just looking at him. Finally, the biker falls off and before Jimin can think properly, he's running forward to see if the person is okay.

Once he is near, Jimin can tell the boy is bigger than he is, at least in height. He is only wearing a small jacket and jeans, curling into a ball as he nurses the side that hit the pavement.

"Are you okay?" Jimin asks, though it seems like a stupid question. So, he clarifies. "Does anything feel broken?"

"I can't feel anything," the man groans in a deep voice. It only pitches upwards when his groan tapers off into a whimper.

Jimin moves closer, eyes zeroed in on the man's body before he kneels down, trying to hold him still enough so he can try to assess any damage.

Everything moves too fast, then: the hand much larger than his wrapped around his wrist, said hand tugging him off balance until he's face first on the concrete, the man in front of him getting up to wrap his arms around Jimin's chest, the screeching noise and the thundering roll of a door opening.

"Get in, hurry up!" another voice calls out, and soon Jimin can feel himself being lifted. It's pure adrenaline, fight or flight that causes his legs to kick violently, his arms trying to wiggle free from this guy's embrace, but his voice is still stuck in his throat.

After he's thrown into the bed of a van he hears the deeper voice say, "I'm driving; scoot over." And the car is lurching forward.

Jimin finally gains some sense of balance, sitting up and finding an empty bed in front of him while two men sit in the front seats behind him. Jimin has so many questions, so many things to say, but the first thing that comes out of his mouth is, "Who the fuck are you two?"

"Just shut up," the man in the passenger seat says, not bothering to look back.

Jimin wants to continue yelling, talking, riling these men up, but instead he looks around the van. It truly is empty ; so much room and so clean, it almost confuses Jimin on what is actually happening. Is he being kidnapped? Pranked? Did they pick up the right person?

Windows. The back door has windows. Jimin wonders if he can scoot towards them discreetly...

Suddenly the car is turning around, knocking Jimin on his side, head hitting the wall hard with a thud . He suppresses the groans, not wanting to cause any more attention, and sits back up again. They've made a U-turn and are going in the direction he'd been walking in. They might pass Yoongi's apartment.

There's some type of joy that courses through Jimin's veins as he knows the area they're driving in, and he inches himself closer and closer to the window. The streets are still empty, safe for a few pedestrians, but he sees one as they come up on Yoongi's building, and he slams his open palm against the window.

"Hobi!"
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First chapter finished! This story will most likely be really short and the second chapter will probably be posted by today too. With that said, thanks for reading this story.