House Of Cards

Seven

Hoseok had not yet told Rose about the messages he'd already received. He'd kept hiding his suspicious activity since the first text. He didn't try to worry Rose even more about the situation she was already in. His phone vibrated for the fourth time and it was getting more tense by the second.

Hoseok ignored the text message from the unknown number. He was afraid of what he was going to read, or even see.

Finally, there was a honk of a horn outside Rose's house and Rose couldn't be more happier, hoping that it was her demented parents.

"Namjoon and Jin!" Hoseok yelled from inside to get Rose's attention. "It's Namjoon and Jin!" Hoseok yelled once again as he swung openys the front door to meet them.

"Bro, I'm so glad to see you!" Namjoon admitted as he grinned harshly, showing off his imprinted dimples. Jin looked at them hug silently. Jin was still severely depressed about hearing that Irene was kidnapped last night.

"Oh Jin. Come here. Come and hug your sunshine." Hoseok smiled with pride as he reached out his arms to comfort his hyung, Jin

It hurt Hoseok. Well it hurt everyone to see Jin like this. Jin wouldn't ever let anything get to him, not even Joy.

Jin buried his face in Hoseok's shoulder. As he inhaled and exhaled deeply. "I love you Jin. We all do." Hoseok said with all seriousness.

Hoseok was a very happy person. When people saw him he brought them sunshine and warmth. It wasn't working for Jin. Jin was too hurt about this. Hoseok could feel the pain he was dealing with just by breathe.

Jin's breaths were deep and long. He sounded exhausted, like he'd just ran a marathon. He looked exhausted like he was sleep deprived. Jin just looked bad.

"Hey look there's the others." Namjoon pointed out to Jimin and Yoongi getting out of his black Hyundai sonata. Jimin and Yoongi both walked in sync as they both reached Namjoon. 

"Good way to bring everyone together huh?" Namjoon asked, but didn't really expect a serious answer. It was very bad timing anyway.

"Yeah, but where's Jungkook and Taehyung?" Jimin questioned in general, but soon to get a negative response.

"He's your friend. Shouldn't you know?" Rose commented annoyingly as she crossed her arms and stared and Jimin whom looked as nervous as ever.

"I'm sorry, did I do something wro-" Jimin asked before he was interrupted.

"No Jimin. It's just-, nevermind." Namjoon stopped himself since be didn't really have anything to say about the situation. Rose was going through the one of her sassy stages which was somewhat normal.

Then there was that sound again.

"Aish, not again!" Jimin groaned in agony as he pulled his phone from his back pocket and observed it thoroughly.

"What is it?" Hoseok asked with concern written all over his face. Jimin stared at his phone screen for a long while before looking up from it again. 

"Jimin?" Namjoon called trying to get Jimin's attention as they all stared at Jimin's presence. He looked frightened as hell at that point. Blood drained from his head, revealing his now pale face.

"Jiminie, baby what's wrong?" Yoongi questioned, snapping his fingers in the process; but the younger didn't show any sign of lifeness.

"Is he alright?" Rose asked which earned a dirty glare from Yoongi which made her not want to way anymore. Jimin dropped his phone on the ground. Sooner after, Jimin collapsed onto the ground over Yoongi's feet.

"JIMIN!" Everyone yelled.

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Red.

Red.

Red.

Oh look, red.

All I see is red. No windows. One door. No noise. Nothing. Just red. Red. And me. It smells. It's depressing. It's dark. But at least I can still see, red.

"HELP!" Irene screamed at the top of her lungs. She had been doing that for the past hour and still no luck. She didn't know where she was, or when she had gotten there. "SOMEBODY HELP!"

No one.

Not a soul.

Not a face.

Not a glimpse.

Not another chance.

No escape.

All of a sudden she saw a flash. A flash of light, not red.

"Who's there?" Irene choked as attempted to get up on her feet, but trips off of the chain that was surrounding her. "Oof!" Irene shouted as she fell back onto the cold and filthy palate that they called a floor.

"You're clumsy. Just like Namjoon." A voice snickered, it was barely describable, but not impossible. It sounded like someone young, too young at that. 

"Do I know you? " Irene questioned, whilst staring up at the slightly cracked door. She didn't even know it was an exit. It was so much dark red painted all over the walls and ceiling. 

Irene saw as the door started to close shut again, but she wasn't finished talking yet, "NOOOO STAY!" Irene pleaded, but failed.

"Please!" She cried, but nothing.

They never responded.

Irene kept wondering.

Who in their right mind would kidnap me. I never hurt anyone (intentionally). I never killed anyone or wanted to kill anyone (intentionally). Who was brave enough and strong enough to pull this off.

Who? She thought.

Irene could give up all hope, but she was a fighter. She never gave up. She knew whomever had kidnapped her knew her personally, her friends, and maybe her family.

Then she realized.

Namjoon.