Ch. 5

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What was that?

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What was that?

Jimin asked himself. The loud bang outside the door scared the crap out of him. Jimin was shaking so much, he didn't know what to do with himself.

"Are you serious? That's the third one this week!"

He heard an unknown voice say. But only to be replied with another, unknown voice.

"You're keeping count?!"

Then he heard indistinct bickering. Who are these people? Do they know he's here? Will they help him escape?

Since he was so lost in thought, Jimin didn't hear the strangers outside come in. Until one said something.

"Awww Joonie. Look at how cute he is."

Jimin's head snapped up. He saw two men standing in the doorway. The one who talked was; tall, had broad shoulders, and a motherly gaze on his face.

The guy who he was talking too, was standing next to him with an inquisitive stature. He was also tall, but looked clumsy.

"W-w-who are y-you?"

Jimin stuttered out. Cursing himself for seeming weak, and scared. Even though he was.

The motherly one gave him a soft look. "Awww little mochi. We're not here to hurt you. I'm Jin, and this is Namjoon." He said, while motioning towards Namjoon.

"We're here because our friend did something stupid. We wanted to apologize, but let you know nothing's going to happen too you. We're here to help and hopefully you can get somewhat comfortable. Even though we don't expect you too, because getting kidnapped is a very horrible experience. But don't worry. Soon everything will be situated and you'll be on your way home safe." Namjoon cleared up.

Jimin was very hesitant. He didn't want to, but he ended up believing him. Feeling less shaky. His anxiety level going down a bit.

Jin noticed this, and moved to sit next to the younger. Jimin was startled. He didn't feel scared or uncomfortable, though.

Namjoon quietly left. Leaving them to talk. Knowing Jin wanted to make this child feel better.

*

A few minutes earlier..

Yoongi put the phone up to his ear. "Hello?" He answered, preparing himself for what was going to happen.

"Open the door." The voice said sternly on the phone. Which startled him. He thought there was going to be some huge scolding.

Yoongi got up and trudged slowly to the door. This is much worse then what he expected to happen on the phone.

When he opened the door, surely enough the two were there. Looking like two parents ready to scold their child.

Jin had a huge purse in his hand, and his arms crossed. Looking at Yoongi with a "seriously?!" look.

While Namjoon looked scarier. He had his hands in his pockets, and sunglasses on his face. The sunglasses hid his eyes, but he could feel the glare piercing through them at him.

"Oh, hey guys.." Yoongi said nonchalantly. Trying to avoid immediate scorn.

Much to his avail, it didn't work.

"Min Yoongi, you turtle. You better have a perfectly good explanation for kidnapping an innocent child!" Jin yelled to Yoongi.

"You guys know fully well and exactly why I kidnapped him. He is Mr. Park's son after all." Yoongi argued back. Making Jin mad, "Don't you dare talk back to me boi!"

By this time Namjoon made his way to the couch, just listening to the argument. While Jin and Yoongi were still standing, in front of the now closed door.

Namjoon was getting annoyed, but kept his calm and let this one play out.

When the two were finally done bickering, Jin turnt to Namjoon and said, "Let's go check on him now." In which Namjoon abided.

"Wait no! Why?!"  Yoongi asked frustrated.

"Just deal with it. He shouldn't be kept inhumanly. Like some caged animal." Namjoon said. Which made Yoongi shut up.

In the hallway Namjoon knocked into Yoongi's mini table, and his lamp crashed.

"Are you serious? That's the third one this week!" Jin scolded Namjoon.

"You're keeping count?!" Namjoon replied. Which led into some bickering. After a moment they stopped and opened a door, to the room Jimin was occupying.

Yoongi sat on the couch, massaging his temples. He thought to himself....

Why is it always me? Can someone else have these issues? Can't I just be a normal human being?!!

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