Hostage Revenge. bts ||Book 2 ✓

1. "Him."

"I see that there's no milk here," Andrea sighs closing the fridge. She walks to her pad on the kitchen counter jotting down 'Milk' onto the list. She absolutely hated it when she was making something and halfway through the item she needed most was not there.

She rethinks and decides to make some tea. Not just any tea, but green tea. Herbal medicine is the best medicine. After boiling water and making fresh green tea she heads up to her bedroom.

"Bae," she calls getting in the room taking careful steps making sure to not step over the tissue boxes on the floor of her husband's bedside. She sits on the edge of the bed while placing the tray on his bedside. Taehyung shifts around pulling the blankets over his head like a child. "Babe don't be a baby," Andrea says nudging his side eventually resorting to tickling him while laughing.

Taehyung interrupts immediately being defensive with his body. He reflexes and grabs her hips pinching her a little to make her stop. Her weak spot. She places her hands up in surrender giggling. He tiredly smiles and brings her on top of him adjusting their position.

"Don't I get morning kiss?" He groggily asks mixed with a little cough.

Andrea laughs. "Morning kisses with you lead to more than just kisses. So no," she gets off him sitting criss crossed as he sits up getting comfortable by the dashboard. She holds onto his hand while he ruffles his hair with his other hand.

"I just wanted a kiss," he grumbles.

"How'd you sleep? You were coughing a lot last night," she informs. He shakes his head parting his hair from his eyes.

He picks up the mug and brings it close to his lips. "Hot," he mummers and puts it back down. "Something was clogging up my throat at night," he explains.

"Maybe it's because of the photo shoot of yesterday? You shot outside in that dusty area right?"

"Yeah, but it's never happened before," he says.

"There's a first time for everything," Andrea nods and gets off the bed. She tells him to lie down while she covers him with the blanket. She kisses his forehead. "You stay here and keep warm and I'll go down to the pharmacy and get some syrup," she smiles at him. He uses his hand behind her head to bring her down for a kiss.

She chuckles in between the kiss, "Do you want me to get sick?" She whispers.

Taehyung laughs and let's her go, "Sick with my love of course,"

On her way out she calls Taehyung's work place 'Fantasias Aesthetic Fine Arts' and informs the manager of his absence.

"I'll be back soon," she says aloud closing the door.

Taehyung sighs. Feeling sick is always draining. You've never got energy for anything. He pulls himself off the bed already feeling heavy. He forces himself to the bathroom to atleast get something's done, like a shower and using the toilet. When he's done he gets back in bed feeling sleepy again.

The house phone rings forcing Taehyung to get up yet again. He groans as he's going downstairs to the kitchen with his black gown and matching slippers.

"Hello?"

"Ah morning Mr Kim. This is  Officer Jeon Jungkook from the KPS Police station,"

Taehyung straightens up. "Good morning Officer," he smiles. "How are you?"

Every time Officer Jeon called, it was to check up on how the family is doing. Officer Jeon had become close with the family after that horrendous night.

"I'm good and I hope you are as well. I'm calling to inform you that at 15:00 yesterday your brother, Kim Namjoon, was released from prison," the officer says. "He begged Hoseok not to call any of his family, but I can't have that. That's why I called,"

Taehyung freezes and only now he releases that it's already been 6 years. Six long years of Namjoon being in prison and since that fatal night of the robbery in Ramon Soekjin's house. Taehyung gulps trying to remain calm, "Really?"

"Yes, if he gives you any problems please don't hesitate to call me or Hoseok. Any problem at all,"

"Ah..yes, thank you," Taehyung doesn't even wait for a response and cuts the call. He rubs his face feeling his heart beating fast, at the thought of Namjoon. He didn't know what the worry was but he was just worried.

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Andrea scans each shelf and medicine, looking for cough syrup as well as some other medications that might come. In her trolley there are different kinds of medicine, from vitamins to stress relievers to pain killers. You can never be too sick.

"Hello, hi," she signals one of the man working in that isle. "Which one is better between Cough Care and Mad Lemon?" She asks with a polite smile.

"Mad Lemon as you can read here, works effectively in the body and rapidly, just one spoon and you're zipped to well being. Cough Care says it works as fast but it requires you to take it on set times," the salesman finishes. Clearly he's not that knowledgeable on the medication but Andrea still asks.

"So their are no allergy reactions I have to watch out for? The one's written on the back are confusing," she shrugs her shoulders showing him.

He clears his throat. "With Mad Lemon I would say an allergy would be if you constantly throw up saliva. If that happens then you need to stop immediately and with Cough Care it could be-"

As the salesman talks and promotes - a certain head shape captures her attention. The man's hair is orange but for some reason she sees a similarity.

"-yes ma'am?"

She breaks out of her thoughts, "Yes, yes thank you," she smiles taking the medication focusing back on the orange haired man. She literally saw him die, so how was he alive?

The man is a skinny but anybody would recognise him by his posture. His slightly bent posture. He finally turns around making Andrea's eyes pop wide.

It's him.

She let's out a shaky breath, "Holy crap. Jimin?"

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