•• BTS's Eighth member ••

7

"Shut the fuck up. You stupid bastards."
I didn't understand a word he said.
Jungkook got up, shaking, and ran to the back of the van. They slammed the door shut and Jungkook ran into it.
I could hear them laughing on the other side.
Jungkook repeatedly smashed his hands against the doors.
In a matter of seconds the van sped off.

I looked over to Yoongi, we was curled up into a ball holding his stomach and crying. Jungkook, his head was against the door shouting and bawling.

I went and sat Yoongi up. His t-shirt was torn and there were bruises going down his shoulder. He looked up to me with his the saddest eyes.
Jungkook ran up behind me and hugged me.
I grabbed Yoongi and pulled him into a hug as well.

"I promise w-we will get out." Jungkook trembled. "I'm going to try my hardest."

Jungkook picked me up and sat me next to Yoongi. Both of us looking like lost, heartbroken puppies. I looked up at Jungkooks face and saw a cut down his cheek.
He grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and wiped it and looked over at me.
My shirt was torn at the back and I had cut going down my leg.
Jungkook whipped his jacket off and tied it gently around my leg. Like a bandage.

"Yoongi. Your not cut anywhere are you?" Jungkook leaned over to him while lifting his face up.
"no..." his voice was so shakey. He wiped his tears always from his face.

*ping*

I got up and scattered over to my bag which was thrown into the corner of the van.
I quickly scrolled through my contacts.
Seokjin.
He was at the bottom.

"Seokjin where are you??" He had picked up immediately.
"Blue!!?" Jungkook ran over to me.
"Shhhh!"

"BLUE! You picked up!!! We are in the airport still." Seokjins voice was shaky too. "Share your location with me now. The police are here with us now."

I skimmed through my messages until I found our group chat.
"Done," I quivered.

There was crying in the background when Jin talked.
The van stopped.
"BLUE HIDE YOUR PHONE NOW." Yoongi growled. I didn't have any pockets so I dropped it down my T-shirt. The van had stopped.
There were a group of men waiting outside, talking.

The doors creaked open to reveal a bright light and a silhouette of 3 guys. One of them jumped in and grabbed Jungkook and Yoongi by their necks and kicked my back until I fell out.
They pulled me along the floor and threw me into a dark, cold and damp room. Later followed me was Jungkook and Yoongi.

The door slammed shut and then was locked.
We all sat there in a puddle confused what to do for at least an hour. Just. Shocked.

"What the fuck." Yoongi growled. He got up and walked over to the door. There was a thin crack along the door which shone a light onto me and Jungkook who was sat in a puddle.

Jungkook held my arm and rested his head on my shoulder. His tears rolled down my arm.

"I could kick this door open." Yoongi said.

"DONT." Seokjin shouted. "The police know where you are! Stay there and be quiet."

"S-Seokjin!?" Jungkook stammered.
I put my hand up my shirt and took my phone out of it.
"Stay. Quiet. Yoongi don't you dare kick open that fucking door." Seokjin growled

"Jin? Who is crying in the background." I asked.
The door flung open. I shoved the phone down Jungkook's pants.

"Blue. Here. Now." The man cackled.
Yoongi was behind the door.
"P-pardon?" I asked, in English.

The man walked up to me and grabbed my tshirt. "Such a sweet, pretty, little specimen." He whispered.

He pulled me closer to him with both hands on my shirt now. All of his friends came into the room as well.

All of a sudden he flung back and hit the floor.
A squadron of police ran in with guns and Jungkook ran up behind me and took me by the shoulders. Both of us running over to Yoongi.

A door opened from the back. A police man ran in and took us all out to his van. The red and blue lights blinded me.

"Get in." The man pointed to the seats of the car. "I'm taking you all back to your hotel where you're friends told me to take you back. Is that ok?"

I turned to Yoongi. He nodded.
"Y-yes."
"You guys are from Korea aren't you?"
"Yes. S-sorry my English. No no good." I laughed awkwardly and scared.
"Ah that's ok. Can any of you speak decent English?"

"I can kind of." Yoongi said.
"Ah ok. I just need to tell you. We are going to question you later on if that is ok."
"Uhm.. yes that is good."
"Good, good." The police office replied as he stopped outside of our hotel.

I looked out of the window to see all of the guys with our luggage and cases, sat outside of our hotel. Jungkook ran out of the car before it even stopped and ran up to them all.
Yoongi helped me get out since I hurt my leg.
"Blue? Where is your shirt?" Yoongi asked as we got out. I looked down. "The guy ripped it off." I said, embarrassed.
Jungkook poked his head around "Ah! Sorry! Sorry!" He put his hands over his eyes.
"Jungkook give me your shirt." Yoongi demanded.
"Wha. Are you stealing people's shirts?" He laughed nervously
"To give to blue. She is embarrassed and she can't really walk around like this can she."
Taehyung walked around.
"Blue? Your shirt?"
"Tae.. can I wear your jacket?" I asked.
He immediately took it off and gave it to me, averting his eyes.
I put his jacket on and we all walked around and explained to them what happened and answered the polices questions.

"I have the room key." Namjoon smiled,
"THANK GOD. I NEED TO SLEEP!" Yoongi shouted.
"I need a plaster." Jungkook giggled as he held his hand over his cut on his face.
"Same" I laughed.

"I didn't know you had a tattoo Blue." Taehyung laughed as he hugged me.
"Oh yeah," I smiled.
"Want me to carry you up to the room my princess." He laughed as he bowed.
"Sure." I laughed.