Kidnap Me ║M.Y.G

Ch15~[Ars Moriendi Pt.1]

A/N: Guess who's back? First of all, I'm so so sorry for postponing this for so long. My exams ended at the end of July and 3 days later I left for a 10 days trip to Greece, followed by a trip to the mountains, all throughout which I had shit Wifi. I know, excuses, excuses, but I had the biggest writer's block for these few chapters, which I'm still dealing with so I might do some changes to them. I initially wanted to write a long, dramatic part after I fully figured out some plot details but it would've probably taken a while so I settled on fragmenting it in smaller parts, since I've already kept this story on hold for way too long. I know you're probably expecting some wow chapter after such a break but this actually resembles a filler to me since I kinda crumbled under the pressure of having to post this asap and I still have some stuff to figure out. That's why I didn't reveal much of the actual plot in this one, but hopefully I'll get back on track for the next ones. 

That being said, thank you for sticking with me and still supporting this story (I mean, 20k+ reads?? I never would've even dreamed about it. I'm so, so grateful) and excuse this shitty chapter, I hope you'll enjoy it still. 

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'Big mistake.' the voice held no intelligible emotion or nuance to its core. 'But if you truly are that desperate for the truth, I should at least give you that, shouldn't I? Let's go downstairs then.' he paused. 'Away from curious little ears.'

The said curious little ears registered the rhythmic sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away before fading into silence. He was damn well aware of the consequences of chiming in on obviously private matters -or at least the minimal ones- but his curiosity was getting magnified by the second. His dad's usual behavior, which has surely kept him at a safe distance so far, was now ironically drawing him in like a magnet. And that magnetism was definitely not to be labeled as alluring, oh no.. it was an menacing trick, as if his body was desperately trying to run away but his mind was exerting a sinister power over it, also known as 'borderline idiotic curiosity'. 

But then there was this other aspect that stirred his curiosity. His dad's office. More specifically the man in his dad's office. Scratch that... the corpse. Strangely enough, it didn't give him chills - knowing there's a dead body behind the door ten feet away from him. Normally, the mere thought of if would've repelled any rational person to at least a decent distance from it; but not Yoongi. He felt as if he was supposed to go check the possibly morbid scene, but then again he was dying to know what his father has been hiding.

After a few short seconds of pondering on the best course of action, he decided evasdropping was higher up on his 'to do' list, leaving the office matter for after he's gathered sufficient information. Slowly tiptoeing his way down the set of stairs, he stopped on the last one, his feet in such position that he could quickly turn around and run back to his room.. Or at least attempt to.

'-exactly does that mean?' he could hear the confusion in his mother's voice.

'Think of it as a debt collector. People hire me to deal with those indebted to them.' he took a slight break, possibly to make sure his wife was following. 'It is usually limited to a more or less ethical manner of gaining back lent money or possesions. Sometime-'

'More or less ethical? As in?' the feminine voice overpowered the calculated, masculine one in an outburst of curiosity.

'As in threats, blackmailing, violence, mild torture.', she winced at the progression of illegal matters, unlike her partner, who kept an equilibrium to his tone.

'Isn't that i-?'

'Illegal? No shit.' the boy's age didn't quite allow him to fully grasp the gravity of his father's words. Threats? A more serious form of 'I'm telling on you.' Blackmailing? No idea what that means. Violence? Maybe a slight push or slap. Torture? Sounds scary but the lack of knowledge in regards to it makes it less frightening.