Forever and Always (JiHope)

Ch.8 Help

Here we have WonYoung listening to a song that Yoongi composed. I WoNdEr WhAt SoNg It iS?! Do YoU KnOw?

Jimin P.O.V: "There. Thank the fuck that Jimin-ah found you otherwise who knows what would've happened." WonYoung says in a parent-like tone to Hoseok after covering Hoseok's arms with the wrap bandaids that WonYoung found in his mom's room, just in case. I was rubbing my broken love's back soothing him. WonYoung sighs. "Hoseok-hyung," he starts in a serious tone. "I know that some of us may be hard on you and I know that we swear a lot towards you, but just know that we love you. If any of us sound like we're angry because of some stupid-ass event, don't think it's your fault. We love you, you've been there for me, for Jimin, and everyone of our friends. And if you make a mistake, don't beat yourself up about it, because everyone makes mistakes. And if someone says they don't make any mistakes, then holy shit they be lying through their teeth!" WonYoung ends with a fun note that makes everyone in the room laugh.

"Thanks homie." Hoseok replies ruffling his dongsaeng's hair. Then he turns his head to face me. He grabs my chin and leans closer. "And thank you mochi." Hoseok closes the gap between us for a short peck.

"Of course sunshine. I love you so very much." I reply and smile as Hoseok wrapped his arm around my waist. As we looked into each other's eyes lovingly, I forgot that I was even in a room. Everything seemed so....dreamlike as I stare into Hoseok's beautiful hazel eyes.

"AHEM!" WonYoung starts and I turn my attention back to him. "I've got both y'all's attention? Good. Now, I be doin some searchin on Google and crap, and found this." WonYoung turns his laptop screen around and I lean closer to the counter to see what was on the screen. Then, WonYoung found an address to a warehouse on the border of Seoul and GoYang. 2514 JamPyo Warehouse (not real). "The clues were all in da tape. Crates were behind the boys, all of them were marked JP, and! The numbers 2514 were displayed on the crates." WonYoung states sounding so sure of his findings. I looked at Hoseok and he still seemed skeptical.

"You're really sure that Taehyung-ah and Jungkook-ah are being held hostage in that warehouse?" Hoseok asks.

"I bet my ass and my house I'm sure." Hoseok nods his head and so do I. "Alright it's settled. We leave now." WonYoung says slamming his laptop shut.

"Wait! WonYoung-hyung." I start and WonYoung stops in his tracks. "What about your cousin? You're planning to take her are you?" I ask more quietly so no one upstairs would be able to hear. WonYoung goes wide eyed realizing that I'm right.

"We can go. WonYoung, you can stay." Hoseok says and WonYoung looks like he disagrees.

"No no. Uhm, how about we call the police and deal with it, yeah? It was really dumb of us to go and stop criminals you know-" WonYoung continues to talk at fast pace as if he was being electrocuted.

"HYUNG!" I shout so he would stop talking. WonYoung pauses, then sighs.

"It's just...I think everything I just said and everything I thought about, is really stupid. Come on, high school students trying to take down the most wanted hitmen and their master? Sounds like something from a fairytale. And I don't even know if my findings are legit. I don't want you to go to that place! Ok!" WonYoung states at a slower pace this time.

"You're afraid. Afraid that something bad might happen to the both of us. If you're not there." Hoseok says calmly and even if WonYoung won't admit it, he is.

"I wanted to go because if someone does get hurt or killed even, I want to be the one who gets hurt, not you. I can't-" he sighs. "I can't lose you guys. You're one of the main people who has been their when my depression gets the best of me." He says quieter now revealing his reason. WonYoung puts his head down, and I walk over to him to pat his back.

"Hyung, don't worry about us. We'll be fine, with or without your aid and assistance. And besides, Hoseok and I know how to fight. We don't need to know 3 different types if martial arts to fight, hyung. I understand that you love us and are worried for us, but lives are at stake. If we let the authorities deal with it, then the press will get crazy, the police will want more evidence, and it will be a while before they actually are able to get Taehyung and Jungkook-ah." I finish as I hear quiet sobs coming from WonYoung. He acts like he hates us, acts tough, and only uses us for food, but I know he cares for everyone and has a soft heart even if he doesn't want to admit it. He lifts up his head and some bits of black eyeliner starts to drip down his face. Hoseok wraps his arm around my waist before ruffling WonYoung's hair.

"We'll be fine. Trust us."

Taehyung P.O.V: Another one. Another kick to my side by one of the hitmen. A punch was thrown at Jungkook who was next to me. My face had bruises, my arms are filled with cuts and purple bruises, I can barely stand, and Jungkook and I were forced to sleep with the dogs in a cage. As of right now, I am sat down on a wooden chair and tied up, same goes for the younger.

"Hold!" A woman yells from the other side of the warehouse, the hitmen referred to her as the headmaster. Her black heels clicking on the concrete floor. I lower my head knowing that this woman might see me crying and she'll most likely give me a more severe beating as she is really cruel. Us boys have been here for 2 days, and honestly, death would be more merciful than enduring more and more of this. The hitmen hold their beatings and bows down to her as she stood in the middle of Jungkook and me.

"You two boys are in luck. Do you know why? Because one of you're friends has taken the disk after I dropped it." She says and I suddenly felt a small glimmer of hope.

"Well good luck to you! Because our friends are one of the strongest! Especially Hoseok an-" "HA! That faggot! How can he possibly be one of the strongest if he's gay? He's such a disgrace." Headmaster cuts off Jungkook.

"A person should not be looked down upon by their ethnicity, their sexuality, or their background. Instead they should be judged by their personality and their actions. Because actions speak louder than words, and your personality determines your actions and the way you see and treat people. Isn't that right, Mrs. Jung?" I say immediately knowing who the headmaster is as there is so much evidence. Although her face is covered by a face mask, her hair is still visible, her voice is recognizable, and she is the only person who speaks that way about Hoseok. I can sense that she's shocked, and she walks over to Jungkook. Poor boy is beaten and bruised like me, but he shouldn't deserve this as he is so young and doesn't even know half the story on why we're here, and I know very well why. Mrs. Jung just stares at the younger, and he stares back.

"Resume beating." She turns around and walks away as Jungkook and I continue to get beaten and beaten. Please...someone...save...us. I have faith and hope in you friends.