Hobi POV
I was lying on the cold cement floor, my body aching and tired. I've been tortured for days and no progress seems to be happening.
The same man that's been torturing me for days approaches me with a pill and a cup of water. The pill was small, white, and round. It was definitely a sleeping pill, BigHit gives them to us so we sleep easier.
He hands them to me and tells me to swallow the pill. I do it and he walks away. Soon after, I black out.
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Jin POV
We all wait in the studio for Manager Nim to bring back J-Hope. We've heard some sirens going past outside and are hoping they're not because someone got shot again. Namjoon had a panic attack from them so he's wearing noise cancelling headphones and lying down.
Yoongi and Jimin are waiting beside me, Yoongi is emotionless but you know he's got to be worried.
The van pulls up to the studio and we all rush to the door, including Namjoon. We see a pale and limping Hoseok coming towards us. "J-Hooooopppee!" Yoongi yells, running up and man-hugging him. Namjoon and I hug him together and Jimin is the last one to praise his return.
After hours of catching up, it's time to take Hoseok to the doctor for a checkup.
He had to get six stitches in different places, his ankle is twisted, and his throat was swollen. He had to wear a cast and use crutches for a few weeks and take liquid medicine until his throat went back to normal as well.
Even though he's cut, bashed, bruised, and swollen, Hoseok still manages to have a good attitude. That is something I praise him for. It's amazing how he can still be hopeful in a time like this.
All we have to do now is find Tae and Jungkook, never go outside again, and we'll be free. I smile sadly to myself and look at J-Hope.
Our manager bursts into the room without knocking, we all turn our heads. "Boys, we've found Jungkook and V..."
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BTS Kidnapped
ActionRemember 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."
