Hostage Revenge. bts ||Book 2 ✓

9. "Druggie"

Agust's POV:

"It's scary," the young child says in an innocent cute voice. She looks up to me, then to my hat with a skull.

"Do you want me to remove it?" I ask smiling at her. 

"Yes," she smiles. I remove my hat and toss it on the floor near my feet. I ruffle my hair with my fingers a big smile appearing on her face. Namjoon snorts, glancing at me once before looking back on the road.

We've been driving to the The Ruins, our other secret spot and we aren't close at all.

Namjoon is driving, a little music playing in the background. I'm on the passenger side with the little girl on my lap.

Namjoon kept saying we should tie her up as well since Andrea is also tied, but I couldn't agree to that. Why? Because non of this is in the plan.

Andrea is tied up in the backseat with a gag ball in her mouth. She always looks attractive and nice no matter what state she's in, but yet again that wasn't part of the plan.

"Now, I know you don't like skulls," I say smiling a little and she nods her head. "What else don't you like?"

This child, Aufilea, however is drawn to me I can tell because of the way she's relaxed and sitting on my lap. She has just been kidnapped but she's so chilled.

Her small fingers fold together while her face turns up to the side and she starts thinking. "I don't like rats, vegetables, people bossing me, people shouting at me, and bees," she thinks a little more and claps her hands. "Yep that's all,"

"Yeah I also don't like people-"

"Why?" She looks taken aback. "Why don't you like people? I mean- I don't like them but that doesn't mean you shouldn't like them,"

"Well, people are ungrateful idiotic fools,"

She laughs and slaps my chest. "No they're not, they're amazing! The ones you should worry about are bees, they are ungrateful we give 'em honey and flowers but they still sting us. Ahhhh! I remember," her eyes brighten up. "I wrote a song about bees. Do you wanna hear?"

She claps her hands in a rhythmic vibe starting to sing without me even saying anything.

"I'm bringing home a baby bumble bee,

hope my mummy won't be mad at me.

I'm bringing home a baby bumble bee,"

There's something about this child that reminds me of myself. Reminds me of my innocent self. So young to the world and yet so much to learn about, to discover and the freedom of choice. To choose which path she wants to take. If only I learnt the right way... Then maybe I wouldn't be in this mess with Namjoon again. But it's just-

"OWWW!" I snap out of my head and Namjoon jerks the car.

"It stung me.

I'm squishing up the baby bumble bee,

hope my mummy won't be mad at me.

I'm squishing up the baby bumble bee,"

She carries on singing while I can feel Namjoon's irritated glare on me.

"Ewwww! It's yucky!

I'm wiping out the baby bumble bee,

hope my mummy won't be mad at me.

I'm wiping out the baby bumble bee,

now my mummy won't be mad at me,"
she grins brightly. "Did you like it?" She asks hopefully.

I hold both her tiny fragile hands, fitting my thumb into them. "I learned two things in this song, that you don't like stings and you don't like yucky things,"

With saying that I quickly lick the inside of her palm giving them a little bite here and there. Her reflexes are amazing, the only thing heard in the car aside from Namjoon's music is her little laughter.

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Third person's pov

Namjoon straps the last rope over on Andrea's legs making sure that her legs are tightened. He stands back up dragging the large table over to where she is. Finally after the long drive they reach the Ruins. It used to be an old bank but after some time it got burnt to the grounds and has been abandoned ever since.

"Initially on the night we tried to rob your house, one of you was going to be our hostage slave. Like kidnapping. You'd be a slave as in fulfilling our desires until your parents gave us a sum of money," He explains taking out a little plastic of drugs. "So because the plan didn't go in order, tonight you'll be my little druggie," he smiles and his dimples appear.

Agust appears behind Namjoon with a sleeping Aufilea in his arms.

"Namjoon this wasn't the plan," Agust mutters.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt her," Namjoon says and walks close to Andrea with a syringe in his hand. The sharp needle stings her neck pumping a cold liquid in her leaving her feeling fuzzy. "By the way, should I now call you sister-in-law?"

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