---- 3rd Person ----
"Well, well, well, look who we have here. Mr. Muscle Pig." The voice sneers.
"What the hell?!" Jungkook grunts out while tugging at the ropes that are binding his legs and arms to a chair.
Beside him Y/N sat in the same position. Kyung-Mi in a highchair beside her mother eating snacks, unaware of the situation.
"You actually thought that you could sneak her away? How foolish." Another voice lets out.
"What do you want?" Jungkook questions, venom lacing his words.
"What do I want?" The voice lets out, noticeably a woman.
"That's simple. I want Yoongi." She says.
Both their eyes are covered. Kyung-Mi is the only witness to what's going on, but she's too young.
"Why in the hell do you want that old man?" Jungkook then says.
"Hey.. I'm married to that said 'old man'." Y/N pouts.
"Till death do us part. Is that what it's going to take to get you to leave him this time?" The man then says.
Tears run down Y/N's cheeks and Jungkook yells. "Like hell I'm letting you lay a finger on her!"
"Don't get so defensive Jungkook dear. It was only a suggestion." The girl then says.
"Now smile for the camera. I'm sure Yoongi would like to see this view." The man says.
They hear a click sound and the satisfying laugh from the girl. "Wow Y/N, you're so photogenic even in your worst state. Makes me even more jealous."
"Let's play a fun game!" The guy then says.
"I'll load this gun with some bullets, leaving some chambers empty in the revolver. Then I'll shoot one of them, if they live they win!" The guy finishes.
You can hear the bullets hit the bottom of the chambers and then the revolver spinning around before the final click, setting one of their fates.
"Now who should I pick?" The guys says.
He starts eenie meanie miney moe.
Finally landing on one of them.
"Now.. Let's see if you win." He laughs.
Bang!
---- Yoongi's POV ----
I was searching online when my phone went off with a message notification.
I unlocked my phone to see a picture attachment. It finally loaded when it revealed the horror.
Both Jungkook and Y/N tied down to chairs. Then a message came through.
"Found your boy Jungkookie trying to sneak Y/N away from her hideout. Things didn't end up too great for him. But now I get to have fun with these two. Expect sex tape or two in the future Yoongi. xoxo."
Enraged I slammed my hand down on the table and cried. I then quickly called Hoseok into the room.
"What happened?!" Hoseok tiredly yells while running into the living room.
"I just got a message from the people who took Y/N. They caught Jungkook too when he found out where she went." I say.
"Did Jungkook send you anything?" Hoseok asks.
"I don't know. That kid never texts me so I silence his notifications." I then say and search through my messages, seeing an unopened one from Jungkook.
"It's just an address and a cafe name." I then read.
"Well, let me trace the number before we go. We need to do that now." Hoseok replies.
He pushes me aside and types away at his computer. Only to come up with nothing.
Hoseok sighs. "It's late out right now, the cafe wouldn't be open. So we'll go in the morning, okay Yoongs? Just sleep now so you'll be better prepared for tomorrow.
I kept reading that text over and over. The reveal about a sex tape between Jungkook and Y/N breaks my heart. Especially knowing that they'll have to suffer through it. Jungkook see's Y/N as a sister. Jungkook would hate himself for doing it, even if he's forced.
"Jungkook, please get you, Y/N and Kyung-Mi out of there." I whimper.
I look back at the picture and see Kyung-Mi eating snacks. She looks so much like her mother it's amazing. Then she has my nose and mouth. Everything else is all Y/N.
"I love you all so much. Please be safe." I whisper again before trudging into my room to fall asleep. Maybe I'll get answers tomorrow.
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Jealous |Min Yoongi FF| S2
Fanfiction[Yoongi x Reader] Nothing could be better. With your baby girl, Min Kyung-Mi, and your husband by your side, nothing could be better. Until someone tears into your family, in one, soundless move... Will you survive this with your daughter? Or will...