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BB Yoongi- Stockholm Syndrome

Your head hurt to the point of your whole body feeling numb. You couldn't remember how you got to your bed, maybe you were just so tired you fell asleep. You reached up to rub at your eyes and froze.

    Your hands, they wouldn't move.

    You forced your eyes open and tugged at your arms again. There was a tight sting on your wrists and you new immediately what was going on.

You were tied up.

Ugh, not again. You threw your head back, now realizing you were tied to a bed. At least these guys were considerate enough to put you someplace that wouldn't give you a kink in your neck.

You tried to will your mind to figure out what had happened, but nothing was coming. You couldn't even remember waking up this morning. This was the second time this month, this was just getting ridiculous. Who was it this time? If it was that gang again-

The door suddenly opened, letting in a stream of light that made you flinch. You peeked one eye open to see a handful of silhouettes.

"She's up. That was fast." One of the voices spoke.

You held your breath, trying to see your captors better. Now that you had both eyes open, you could see that there were seven. Seven boys... oh no it can't be...

"By the look on your face," Another one said as he slowly walked forward. "I think you know who we are."

You did. BTS. This was so not good. Being who you were, more importantly being the daughter of your father, this type of thing happened a lot. You had a huge target on your back for ransom because of your dad. He would always get you back one way or another, honestly most of the time it was you escaping, but he never did anything to protect you.

But BTS... yeah you weren't going anywhere any time soon.

"Just name your price." You spat out as they started to get closer. "You'll have it within the hour."

They all snickered at that, as one of them moved forward, bending down to get closer to you. "It's not money we want, angel. Your dear father took something of mine. I want it back."

You scoffed out a laugh, forcing yourself not to move back even though he was a little too close. "Let me guess, you thought, hey, let's get something he cares for, so he will trade what ever he took of yours for me. Correct?" The boys were silent at this. "Idiots." I shook my head. "He wouldn't trade me for anything."

The boy in front of you clenched his jaw slightly, then turned around to face the other boys. "Give us a second."

They were hesitant, but after a second, nodded and disappeared behind the door, leaving just you and him. He turned back to you, leaned down, and rested his hands above you on the headboard. You held your breath as he tilted his head right in front of yours.

"Your father is a grade A dick, i'll give you that, but even he won't be able to hold out long enough when he thinks we're hurting his precious daughter."

"You're making a huge mistake." You spat. "He doesn't care about me enough to trade whatever he took. You won't get anywhere."

"I'm not stupid." He glared. "I've done my research. This isn't the first time something like this has happened. You're always let go, your father comes through."

"No he doesn't." You smirked. "It's always me. I get out by myself, then give them the money they want so they get off my ass. Trading me for something, it's not going to work. I may be his daughter, but that is the only thing between us. He doesn't love me, he doesn't even like me."