Hostage Revenge. bts ||Book 2 ✓

3. "Worried."

"Darling I'm home!" Andrea parades inside the house. "Good news!" She goes up the stairs into their room.

Taehyung is sitting up right with his face in his hands.

"I saw-" she pauses and quickly makes it to his side. He lifts his head startled at her touch, but calms down when he realises it only Andrea. He had another one. Another morning mare. The thoughts of Namjoon eating him up badly. He hugs her immediately kissing her cheek. "What's wrong my love?" She asks rubbing his back.

He shakes his head. He avoids the topic on his brother and tries focusing on her. "Uh..why'd you take so long?"

Her concern is suddenly shifted to a happy exterior. "Jimin." Is all she says.

Taehyung's eyes open hearing Jimin's name. "Wh-what about him?"

"He's alive," she says softly.

Taehyung gaps at her not being able to process the information. 

Taehyung gets mixed emotions but tries not to break. What kind of friend was he? His friend, best friend, died and yet Taehyung didn't even move himself to pay his respects. Not even a funeral..or visitation to Jimin's mother. It's as if Taehyung abandoned Jimin once he died. Not even a rest in peace.

"Babe," Andrea straddles him gently laying him down, cupping his cheeks. If anything Andrea loved teasing him with her body whether in bad or even good situations. "Tell me right now," she caresses his face. "What's wrong?"

His sigh is raspy. Andrea smiles sadly and holds him close, softly running her fingers through his hair. "Babe, he really is alive. Is that why you're sad? We exchanged numbers and I invited him over this Friday to our house,"

Taehyung lifts his head up, unable to speak. His hands roam her thighs and rests them on her hips. "I didn't even say goodbye the right way or respect his death or console his mother, I'm such a bad friend."

Andrea hushes him soothingly kissing his chin and both his eyes gaining his attention. "But he's not dead.. and you're not a bad friend, you just couldn't accept it or come to terms with his death. Remember? I was here for you during those times. I know you love him so much, you couldn't handle the fact that he died. It's not your fault, you were gonna go and do all those things when you were ready. But right now, we should be happy that he's alive and not dead. Babe don't cry," she says softly caressing his handsome face.

Taehyung twists his body so that she's down by his side and he can properly wrap his arms around her. "Does he even want to talk to me?"

Andrea nods her head. "He was content when he heard that you were still alive and doing well," Taehyung looks at her in her eyes. "I invited him over this Friday, just so you could see him too..actually so you could both see each other,"

He smiles in the hug. "Thank you," he says. Just thinking about Jimin shifted his mood to think about Agust and Namjoon.

"Is Agust," the mention of Agust sets Andrea on the verge of unknown mixed emotions. He raped Fiela and unlike Jimin, Agust deserved to die that night for all the bad things he did. "Alive?" Taehyung finishes.

She just huffs and looks at his chest. "He ran away, but he's alive,"

"Still the same," Taehyung remembers the stubborn Agust.

Namjoon was a mastermind and at times a hero for Taehyung. Having only grown up with Namjoon, Taehyung learnt a specific way to live life. Even though he was exposed to harm he always knew how to handle it or deal with it because Namjoon had already toughen him up. Taehyung loved Namjoon and still does but he wishes his brother wouldn't resort to killing.

"I have something to tell you," Taehyung says gulping. He knows Andrea hates Namjoon and Agust, but as always Blood is thicker than anything else and Taehyung would defend Namjoon no matter how bad the situation.

"Officer Jeon called," he starts causing Andrea to look him the eye. She didn't like the tone of his voice, as if the news was bad. "Namjoon's sentence finished yesterday but--"

Before he could even tell her that Namjoon wouldn't hurt them, she had started rambling. "No no no. This can't be- that man deserves to rot in that cell."

"Baby, listen-"

"Its bad enough that Agust ran away but now Namjoon also on the loose? This is bad,"

Taehyung holds her hips bringing her closer to him. "Baby I know you don't like--"

"You damn right I don't like him. I hate him. Everything he's done to me and-"

"Please listen," He restrains her. "Namjoon is my brother," Andrea looks at him in shock. She calms down and looks away.

She begins, "Babe you seriously can't-"

"I know, I know. He's not the best brother but he's my only brother and I grew up with him okay," Taehyung says searching her eyes. "I really care for him...please just respect him for me even though you don't like him. I promise he won't ever hurt us again," he assures. "Imagine it like this, if it was Fiela-"

Andrea just shakes her head. "He's a criminal-" she stops herself short looking at Taehyung. "I'm sorry to hate your brother," Taehyung understands her anger and hatred. "But as long as I am with you and we're safe then I'm fine," she tries smiling but she can't, already feeling worried at Namjoon's free body roaming the streets.

"I bought your medicine," immediately the mood is lifted up and Taehyung smiles. He slides down little kisses to her neck while unzipping her dress.

"Good, it's time for my daily doze of Andrea," 

She blushes and laughs. "Not that medicine,"

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It's night time at Jimin's home and he enters his mum's room. She has been sick for quite a while, always coughing and throwing up.

"Here mum," Jimin brings the plastic spoon, green liquid on it to help reduce her fever and his as well.

Jimin's mum cranks her neck towards the spoon, quickly taking it in. Her face sour.

"Disgusting," she shrieks. Jimin laughs.

"Disgusting is for your own good," he pats his mothers leg and gets up. "I'll go and sleep now,"

"Alright sleep tight," he bends down to receive a kiss on the forehead. He closes the door when he's out and heads to his room and falls on his bed taking out his phone dialing a number.

It rings and rings Jimin waiting patiently.

Voicemail... He sighs and speaks after the beep.

"Its me again, I was checking on you and," he sits up his hand running through his hair. "When will you come back home? Mum is really sick and..I'm worried about you...well, goodnight Yoongi,"

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