Remember when BTS were fake kidnapped but didn't know it? Well, this is what would happen if they were really kidnapped. With some dramatization and ships, of course.
"You okay?"
"No. I don't ever think I'll be okay again."
Namjoon POV Suga and I were sent to a god damn fight club. I know he's strong, but neither of us are exactly trained to fight. His platinum blonde hair is already stained with blood and covered in dirt. My silver hair was cut by the assholes who brought us in here. I've been in the ring three times, it seems like everyone wants to beat me up because I'm the handsome one. Yoongi is obviously loosing it, he hasn't slept in two days. I'm sure he's also broken about 5 minor bones by now. He's lost so much blood, I'm surprised he can still stand. We were just taken to a room to "rest." Yoongi is slumped down against the wall, he looks horrible. "Namjoon," he coughs, "are you okay?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. "You're insane, you're much more hurt than me. Don't worry about me. Is there any way I can help YOU?" I went up and sat next to him. He looked at me with sad eyes and laid his head on my shoulder. Yoongi started shaking and whimpering. He was crying. I've never seen him like this before. I instinctively hugged him, Yoongi hugged back, breaking down.
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"Yoongi, it's going to be okay. We'll get out of this somehow." I rubbed his back. "Namjoon, I hate to admit it, but I'm scared. I feel really bad and I'm nervous about the others." Yoongi gripped me tightly, it made my heart ache. "I hope the others are okay," my voice cracked as I spoke. Suddenly I was the one crying. Dang it. A man in a suit walked in. "Hey, silver, you're up next!" He yelled at me. I stood up, Yoongi held my hands for a few seconds as I walked away. I saw the hope drained from his eyes as our hands were separated.
