BTS Kidnapped

Hell

J-Hope POV
I tremble in the cold. I'm leaning against a wall in who knows where. "Hello?" I call out weakly. There's no answer. "Hello!" I say louder. There's a slight echo but no answer. I shiver and put my arms in my muscle shirt to keep warmer. My sweatpants are helping a little big.
My throat is sore from dehydration. I've only been here a few hours but I feel so alone.
There's suddenly a bright light shining in my eyes. I put my hand in front of my face to see, there's a woman standing in the doorway. I hear the click of her heels as she walks closer.
"Jung Hoseok. A pretty name for a pretty face. You seem to be the cheeriest member of BTS. At my incorporation called ITF we don't like a happy attitude. ITF stands for Idol Torture Facility. I guess you know what's in store for you. For now, we will leave you in this room to wait. Be anxious, wonder, fantasize." The lady smirked and walked away, closing the door behind her.
I was completely and utterly freaked out.
"What the hell." I muttered.

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Jimin POV
"Where the hell is J-Hope?" Our instructor asked. He seemed upset that our key dancer had run off.
"He stepped outside, someone had called him, twenty minutes ago." Namjoon mumbled the last part.
"And none of you checked on him or went with him? I thought you would've known better from what had happened before. It's dangerous to be alone, especially as an idol. Now we'll go search for him in pairs. I'll go alone. Tae and Jungkook, Namjoon and Jin, and Suga and Jimin go together and look around." He stated. We nodded and immediately ran out, leaving any thoughts of dancing behind.
"Jhope!" I yelled. Yoongi did the same.
"Look, he's there." Yoongi pointed at the sun.
"Very funny." I said, glaring. Suga smirked to himself and continued looking.
After an hour of being unsuccessful, we called the police. They searched the area and found nothing. We were forced to go home and wait until the cops found J-Hope themselves.
This is awful.