BTS Kidnapped

What Do You Mean?

Jin POV
"What? Where are they?" Namjoon yelled.
"Calm down, RM. they're stuck in an experimental warehouse. Chances are they are being worked to the bone as we speak. We are going to get them back but it may take time to scrap together more money, they already wanted 111,925,500 won for him, which adds up to about $100,000 in American currency." Our manager explained.
We nodded. "But surely BigHit can get help from the police to save him and capture the kidnappers." RM argued.
"We're on our own, they haven't caught these specific kidnappers for years apparently and they have no hope. It's up to us to get the maknaes, minus Jimin, back." He said. Jimin looked at the floor nervously.
"So when will we be getting them back?" Hobi asked, shaking.
"Probably not soon." Our manager said. We all sighed and Namjoon punched the wall. Our manager quickly left the room and so did everyone else but Namjoon and I.
I put my hand on his shoulder and he stared at me. He quickly turned to me and wrapped his arms around me. I didn't know how to react so I just hugged him back.
He was obviously really upset, he doesn't break down a lot.

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Tae POV
Today we were given an extra big meal. They must be prepping us for something because they've never given us this much food at once.
We were given a warm loaf of bread with jelly and butter, two chicken breasts, two milk bottles, and two apples. For this place, that is a hell of a lot of food. Jungkook doesn't usually eat this much but he was definitely really hungry because he asked if he could have my apple, which I happily gave him.
We both ate all of the food then lied down, stuffed. I wrapped my arms around Jungkook and he smiled into the embrace. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and he snuggled up close.
I've missed these nice moments with him when we're both okay and we just want to rest together and relax.
But of course, it wasn't going to last.