Seokjin slowly opens his eyes even though he knew it might be hard to do so. His head apparently has its own heart, throbbing impulsively at his temples and it pained him in the most excruciating way.
He was in a dim room, with one single bulb offering a small glimpse of light, squinting as he observed his surroundings, almost blinding him as he did so. Seokjin tried to move his frail, tired arms but his whole torso was unfortunately trapped by a tight rope which made breathing hard for him.
Wiggling his way out didn't help at all and moving too much would stop his blood flow through his system, but his stubborn self kept on shifting, trying to find space for his arms to move freely. He was so persistent to escape yet stirring in place and a few kicks of his weary legs didn't budge the ropes at all.
Seokjin then carefully eyes his surroundings, gathering every detail he could. The ground under his sneakers was cold cement, dirty gray and stained. He must be in some type of basement, or an abandoned building. The small bulb hanging by an electrical cord was peculiar even, for it is the only thing inside the room. The rest of the space was empty. What the fuck.
He looks down and observes himself. He was sweating, that's for a fact, but one thing that caught Seokjin's eyes were his tattered jeans, which were unfortunately Yoongi's. He has borrowed—alright, stolen—it from him the afternoon before the party. It's a shame, really, having to share jeans with his roommate because of his constant neglecting to do his own laundry—
The party.
He was at a party at Taehyung's house. He recalls eating shit ton of junk food, drinking and playing games with the others and fooling around, but he couldn't quite remember some parts, as if it was a missing puzzle piece. His memories were still in a blur, a hazy door he was desperate to open, but it was still locked nonetheless.
His clothes. He was still wearing his clothes from yesterday; Yoongi's tattered jeans and a simple white tee that was too fitted around the area of his shoulders.
Yesterday. Was it yesterday? What the fuck. How many days has it been? Two? Five? A week?
Panic ran course through Seokjin's veins. He was breathing heavily, and was sweating a lot more due to his constant movements earlier. What am I here for? What the fuck is going to happen to me?
Seokjin pauses in horror, his ears were ringing and the constant throbbing was back. He felt like vomiting, the bile rising up as he thought of that one article about the black market, and how they sell organs and kill people for pleasure and do other hedonistic acts with human bodies. Is that what was going to happen to him? To be butchered like a fucking cow and have his organs sold?
Seokjin was too preoccupied. A lot was going on inside his mind that he almost didn't quite catch the faint groan coming from his backside. At first, he thought it was the sound of his own frantic breathing, but he has realized that it wasn't coming from him when he close his mouth shut.
It was an unsteady, weary breath. A little more of a drag, as if the person was struggling to breathe.
Seokjin froze in his seat, his sweat running cold. His breathing is as unsteady as the person behind him.
Is this the person who abducted him? Or was it entirely someone else?
A pause. The silence was deafening him.
"H-hyung..." The voice called out.
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