Taken | myg + pjm

04

"Taken," corrects Yoongi, eyes still focused on his screen.
"What?"
Yoongi heaves a lazy sigh. "You said 'tooken' but you mean, 'I think someone's taken '...wait, what?" Now, Yoongi looks to Hoseok, brows already beginning to furrow in confusion.
Hoseok mirrors his expression, eyes a little wider than usual. "What?"
Yoongi sits up, placing the laptop on the couch in front of him. "Someone's tooken Jimin?"
At this, Hoseok smiles with a nod, understanding. "It's 'taken'," he corrects. His smile drops at the death glare Yoongi shoots his way, quickly adding on, "But I don't know man, this letter to you just seems really eerie."
Grabbing the unfolded paper in Hoseok's hand, Yoongi begins to read, the first words reading out:
I have taken Jimin.
Yoongi's head snaps up with another glare to send the younger man, who's going through the mail again as if they'll somehow change to something pleasant, like Christmas cards or letters saying he somehow won money for no goddamned reason.
I know how much he means to you, even if you don't want to admit it to him or yourself.
That part makes Yoongi shift uncomfortably on the old fabric of the couch, sitting impossibly straight.
But at any rate, you owe me money, and when I get that money, you can have your precious Jimin back. You will have to call me for details at the number below( I wasn't sure where I would be because Jin is home and I've told you how he gets lol).
Ah, Yoongi thinks to himself. This letter is from Namjoon. He doesn't even try to hide the scoff and eye roll when he realizes the situation.
Oh, and it's Namjoon, btw. You better settle this or something bad will happen to your precious Jimin. I am a man of strange and unusual torture tactics.
Again, Yoongi scoffs. Yeah, if those unusual tactics have to do with sticking a spit-slick finger in a person's ear, that sure is unusual.
Yoongi takes out his phone, dialing the number until Namjoon's name pops up (because the idiot probably didn't know they'd already exchanged numbers at one point) and listens as the phone rings. On the third ring, Namjoon picks up.
"Min Yoongi."
Leave it to Kim Namjoon to set up a dramatic scene, honestly (in the back of his head, Yoongi thinks that Namjoon and Hoseok would probably be great friends in that aspect, but two of either of them would already set Yoongi into a lower dimension of Hell).
"Kim Namjoon," Yoongi sighs, playing along. "You've taken something of m-"
"I'd be careful of what you say," Namjoon interrupts. "You're on speaker, and our Jiminnie can hear you."
"Goddammit, Namjoon!" Yoongi heaves, standing up and beginning to pace as to keep himself from dying in his very skin. "How much do I owe you?"
"I've taxed on interest, you see? A dollar for every day you were late with the payment."
"That' not a number, Nam-"
"I'm getting there!" Namjoon says, a hint of a whine in his voice. "Just let me speak!" At Yoongi's silence, he continues on with his character. "You are, if I recall correctly, fifteen days late on your payment. Thus, you owe me a grand total of sixty-five dollars."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Yoongi hears Jimin in the background, and he can almost picture the anger in his features. Jimin isn't one to get angry easily, but he could imagine this whole ordeal is quite frustrating (Yoongi doesn't smile at that at all). "You kidnapped me over sixty-five fucking dollars?"
"Why is there no tape over his mouth?" Namjoon asks. Yoongi hears a deeper voice, one that could easily be scary, but sounds hesitant and unsure at the moment.
"He said he's sick and can't breathe through his nose."
"He's a hostage, Tae. He's supposed to be suffering."
Only then does Yoongi notice Hoseok next to him, pressing his ear close so he can hear the conversation going on through the other end of the phone conversation. Yoongi wants to turn and give Hoseok a disgusted look, but he's already fed up, and soon he's breaking through the argument Namjoon seems to be having with someone named "Tae".
"Yo, Bag-o-Dicks," Yoongi cuts through, the other end silencing. "I'll get you your fucking money. Where are you?"
"Oh. I'm at home, in my basement. Jin isn't here and he shouldn't be home for another few hours. He went to go visit his parents today-"
"I'll be there." Yoongi ended the call, finally turning to see Hoseok still in position; a good enough position flick him on the temple, which Yoongi promptly does.
Hoseok grabs the side of his head in pain (they really could be friends, the drama queens) before standing straight with an excited smile. "Can I come with you?"
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lmao. this is the dumbest ending ever...