Rebellion • BTS Fanfic

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Back to real time (Sorry bout all the flashbacks ik it's annoying)

Everyone looked extremely down. Hobi had tried cheering us up by making food, but it tasted horrible and didn't change anyone's mood. Yoongi was still unconscious so that left the rest of us to have an emergency meeting in the living room.

"Guys. We need to do something. Moping around isn't going to bring them home." Namjoon tried.

It was especially hard hitting as the three boys were the maknaes of the group. We all felt we failed them. I didn't even know if Taehyung was alive.

"What are we gonna do then? Break in again? We'll get killed!" Jin sounded almost annoyed.

"Obviously not! We need to get them out of there! And I will do anything to do so!" Namjoon yelled back.

Everyone was silenced. Namjoon never yelled. He was always cool, calm and collected. To see him thrash out like this... shocked everyone.

Namjoon was especially close to Jungkook. Both of them grew up in the city. Apparently Namjoon was a city guard, but was tired of how corrupt the government was, so he tried to escape,  and as he was escaping, Jungkook found him and wanted to escape as well. The thing is... we know nothing about Jungkook.

When they came, Joon explained the situation to us. He told us of his childhood and his family. We asked Jungkook. He just looked at the ground and said he didn't have a family. Namjoon seemed really protective over him, so we accepted them both warmly. 

"I've had enough of this!" Jin yelled before storming into his room and slamming his door. 

Silence fell over us before Jin's voice called out again.

"Guys come quickly! Yoongi's awake!"

We all ran to his room, relief washing over us.

As the door opened, we saw Jin helping Yoongi to sit up, the rest of us crowded around him, Hoseok sitting on the bed while Joon and I sat on the floor.

"Hyung are you okay?" Hobi asked

"Who the fuck uses a tranquilliser!"

"LANGUAGE" Jin scolded.

"I guess he's okay then" Hobi chuckled.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Those F..... idiots broke into the van. One of them had a syringe and tried to get Jimin. Luckily I got infront of him before they could, meaning I took it. I was about to pass out but I heard Jimin screaming my name. Around five men were taking him. I couldn't do anything. I just watched them take him away. I felt so powerless...."

"Hey. It's okay. You're safe, and we can only hope the others are too. I know the government. They won't kill. They like to play fucking games. Our maknaes are now the pieces for this game. we have to be strategic. They will always be one step ahead of us. But... We have the element of surprise. We need to give them a taste of their own medicine." Joon lectured.

"I'm starving. Do we have any food?"

Before anyone could save Yoongi, Hobi spoke up.

"Yes! I made Some food! We have so  many leftovers hyung! C'mon I'll get you some" He smiled before helping Yoongi to stand up and walk to the kitchen.

"I think he'd rather get drugged three times over again before tasting that food." Jin mumbled, Namjoon and I nodding in agreement.

We waited for it.

"Wow!" 

There it was.

"Hope, this is DELICIOUS!" He yelled, followed by Hobi's cheers.

"Y'know I don't think he's actually okay. Who finds burnt meat and raw vegetables delicious?"

"Yoongi I guess?"