Mr Park, Love || CEO 4 || PJM & KNJ || ✔

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JIMIN

Bee was crying again.

Despite how badly Mina had treated her, Bee had nothing but love for our daughter. And now she was gone again.

It was probably my fault, for kicking her out to begin with.

"I tried," Jungkook had tear tracks on his cheeks too as he was re-telling the story to us for what sounded like the hundreth time. He had given his statement to the police, but it hadn't really helped, as the plates were from a stolen car.

Not a surprise when he told us who was driving the car.

"I tried, but she just drove faster and Mina lost her balance and fell into the car,"

My wife was clinging to me, tears coming out faster than I could wipe them away.

"What was she doing?" I asked, trying to keep calm. If I was strong, maybe I could support my wife better, "Why was she out there?"

"I think she was going on a date," Jungkook sighed, "I pulled her away from one during the day, and I think that maybe she was meeting up with him,"

"Did he show up after?"

Jungkook shook his head, "No. Not while I was waiting for the police, anyway,"

"What are we going to do?" I groaned, "None of us even know where Kim would be, she's not registered to an address!"

"Who's the date?" Bee asked suddenly, lifting her head away from my chest, "Maybe he will know something,"

Jungkook sighed, "I don't know-"

His words were cut off by Yoongi and Hoseok charging into the room, looking ready for a fight. They were both wearing pajama bottoms with t-shirts that had obviously been put on in a hurry.

"We're here, babe," Yoongi came straight over and pulled Bee out of my arms and in to his, "We'll find her, don't worry,"

Bee burst into a fresh set of tears, and I struggled to contain my own.

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BEE

I held onto Yoongis shirt tightly as I began to cry yet again. I never thought my baby would have to go through something so horrendous again in her life, and I prayed everyday that she wouldn't; but she had been snatched away again.

By the same person that took her the first time. But this time I was more concerned. Kim had been released from prison, and I was pretty sure that she was angrier with us now than she was before. The police had gotten in touch with Tamara, her sister, who had told us she hadn't heard from Kim in years. In fact, Tamara was happily married with her own children, and didn't want anything to do with her sister.

"How can we help?" Hoseok asked, reaching into his pocket and dabbing my eyes with a tissue, "Is there anything we can do?"

"Not unless you know why she was out there," Jimin sighed. I could tell he was just as distraught as me but was trying to be strong. He probably blamed himself as well, just like last time.

"We think she was waiting for a date," Jungkook said, rubbing at his nose with his sleve.

"Did you get in touch with the date?" Hoseok asked.

"We don't know who he is," I sobbed.

"I know him," Yoongi said, pulling his phone out, "You know him, too. It's Kim Namjoo-"

"Excuse me?" Jimin said with a gasp, "Namjoon?! He's way too old for her and he's marr-"

"Kim Namjoon Jr," Yoongi rolled his eyes, "She's dating Namjoons son. Do you really think I'd let her date Namjoon?"

Jimin took a breath, "Sorry, I'm just.." Yoongi waved his hand and shook his head, before lifting his phone to his ear.

"Hey Joon, sorry to wake you, I was wondering if I could have Joonies number," He turned to look at Jimin, "He lost his phone, he's staying at Namjoons place,"

I felt a shot of sadness through my heart. Mina had been tricked into thinking she had a date.

"Please. Yeah, send him. No, it's fine, there's enough people already. Yeah, alright. Thanks, bye"

He hung up and spoke to my husband, "He's going to send him here in a cab,"

"I'll ask Daisy to drop by and pick him up on the way," Jimin tapped quick dial and lifted his own phone to his ear, "We are going to find her, baby, I promise," He said as I moved back to him and wrapped my arms around his body.

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MINA

I struggled against the rope tying me to the chair. I was sat in an incredibly run down apartment; it was filthy and dusty and very small, and there was a crazy lady sitting across the room from me, just staring with a grin on her face.

"Stop staring at me!" I finally yelled at her, "What do you want?!"

Her grin widened and she stood up, reaching into the pocket of her grubby jeans and pulling out a phone.

"You were expecting your boyfriend?" She said, and I realised by her voice that she wasn't as old as she looked. She swept her greasy hair out of her face for me to finally see it for the first time. She looked around the same age as my parents.

"Sorry, but it was me who messaged you,"

"What do you want from me?" My heart was pounding in fear and my voice trembled as I spoke.

"You?" She snorted, "I don't give a shit about you. Why do you think this is about you? Entitled little bitch,"

My eyes widened in shock. I knew I had been kidnapped, it was obvious; but even then I wasn't expecting to be treated so badly.

"This is exactly the same reason as before," She muttered, placing the phone on the table next to her and searching through her pockets.

"What reason?" I asked, worried. She shot me a glare and I closed my mouth.

She headed over to me, grabbing my bag that she had left by my feet.

"Where's your phone? It's time to give your bitch of a mother a call,"