Danger | Sope ✓

10-67

Yoongi remembered getting up in the middle of the night. Hoseok had gone, however, Yoongi couldn't sleep without him. Scratch that, Yoongi could never fall asleep on most days.

He always had a hard time sleeping alone. Of course, Yoongi had Holly to sleep with before. Now, he had no one. Except for Hoseok, however, instead of Hoseok, he had his tears accompanying him as he tries his hardest to sleep. He kept telling himself to not cry, to stop wasting his tears on the stupidest of things, though it urged the tears on.

So Yoongi sat up, taking a deep breath as he did.

Yoongi didn't comprehend or even had a hint of a clue how this would end for him. He knows he can't return to LAPD. He can't stay with Hoseok since, as he stated before, he works alone. He stays away from people he cares about to protect them. Hoseok is also a manipulator. He might not be opening to Yoongi or hugging him out of the kindness of his heart. Perhaps the moment all of this is completed, Hoseok might finally shoot a bullet through his head.

Yoongi stared at the foot of the bed, eyes scanning the room.

It was strange. Rooms felt so empty without Hoseok.

Someone pulled Yoongi to the floor, his body hitting the floor with a loud thud before a man climbed on top of him, using his whole body weight to keep Yoongi down. Yoongi also hit his head on the floor, however as adrenaline rushed throughout his body, he couldn't feel the pain. The man pressed a rag against Yoongi's nose and mouth. Yoongi inhaled the vapor for a second until he immediately held his breath, recognizing the chemical, sweet scent. Yoongi tried to kick and move, however, the man was too heavy and he was too weak to push him off.

His lungs screaming for any air, Yoongi took a deep breath, regretting his decision as Yoongi's vision blurred. His hearing faded, tears pricking the corner of his eyes as he felt his body grow weak.

He stayed awake for a couple minutes, however, his vision had darkened, accompanied by a pounding headache. Yoongi knew he was slipping away due to the pain from a headache slowly fading.

Then Yoongi woke up.

He didn't remember falling unconscious though he remembered the events of that night.

That had happened a couple days ago.

Now Yoongi stayed in a tiny, darkened room. The chamber was barren, excluding the small mattress decorating the corner of the room.

Only two individuals entered the room so far, both slightly shorter than Yoongi.

One had pale orange hair, the tips tinted a pale pink, and parted in the middle. He had an oval face, a small smile on his face. He had introduced himself as Han.

The other had dark, somewhat curly hair parted to the side. He was slightly pale, ears pierced. He didn't say much, Han introducing him as Chan.

They didn't say much, except for their introductions. Han gave him food and ordered him to eat before leaving.

Funny how Yoongi missed Hoseok.

Now, Han and Chan haven't laid a finger on Yoongi yet. (except when they kidnapped Yoongi that night.) However, the first thing Hoseok did to Yoongi was to beat information out of him. These guys, however, the first thing they did was feed Yoongi.

Where was Hoseok? Yoongi was frightened without him. Without his defensive actions or comforting gaze.

He should be here by now, right?

Was he even looking for Yoongi?

Yoongi doubted it, Hoseok didn't keep his loved ones close. Yoongi was always near him why would Hoseok even care? He should be glad someone finally took Yoongi off his hands.

He had no one to worry about.

Yoongi blinked his eyes open as he heard keys clanking against the heavy metal door, the handle turning before it opened. Chan walked in, a small frown on his face.

"Get up," He ordered, Yoongi sitting up from the mattress. Chan held a heavy rope and duct tape, dropping the items next to Yoongi.

"What do you want from me?" Yoongi muttered as he cast his eyes down, glaring at Chan's shoes. "Are you working for Jin, Namjoon? Because God knows I fucked up, they probably want me dead."

Chan sighed, crouching in front of Yoongi.

"Look, I don't mean to do this. And I don't know who this Jin or Namjoon is," Chan explained. "Someone paid us. We weren't given a name." Chan picked up the rope, rolling up Yoongi's sleeves before tying the rope so tight around Yoongi's wrists and forearms.

Yoongi groaned in pain, Chan shoving him against the floor.

"I thought you'd be used to these by now," Chan muttered.

Hoseok didn't really tie his wrists together, using handcuffs instead as a substitute. However, Yoongi almost forgot the pain of burns on his wrists, drowned out by the recent events with Hoseok.

Chan turned Yoongi over so he laid on his back, grabbing the duct tape from the side of Yoongi's head.

"I'm sorry, man," Chan sighed, taping Yoongi's mouth shut, wrapping the tape around his whole head. "This isn't my idea."

Chan reached in his pocket, pulling out a blindfold. He wrapped the cloth around Yoongi's eyes, knotting it tightly. Yoongi cried out in pain (or tried to) as he felt something jab into his neck.

That was one of the last things Yoongi felt before he blacked out.

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Yoongi eventually woke up in a familiar position, blindfolded, restrained and on a chair.

He didn't feel alone, however, a killer headache pounding against his skull when he tried to pick up his head. His throat was too dry, sweat beading at his forehead and making his hair stick to his forehead.

Yoongi could hear something in front of him, quite a distance but close enough he could make out some words.

He couldn't interpret much, just a few words like: "I.N... Do you know... doing?" Then accompanied by mumbling from another person, too quiet for Yoongi to hear.

Yoongi's hearing cleared, recognizing new voices in front of him. There were three, one rougher than the others, one that seemed lighter and one that said the first few words.

"Is the camera on?" The rough voice asked.

"Not yet," the one with the lighter voice replied.

"Aish Changbin, why'd we take I.N. with us?" The last voice asked. Yoongi guessed the deeper one's Changbin while the lighter one was I.N.

"He asked and even said please," Changbin chuckled. There were footsteps approaching Yoongi, the pale man clenching his jaw.

"Hyunjin, Yoongi's awake!" Changbin informed as another pair of footsteps approached Yoongi.

"Good morning, officer," The last voice, Hyunjin, said as he grabbed Yoongi's chin. "You took a while to wake up, for a moment I thought Chan gave you too much."

Yoongi sat still, tensing when Hyunjin let go of his chin.

"Got it," I.N. huffed. "It's on."

The other two didn't reply, Yoongi just hearing more footsteps and metal clattering against each other. It sent chills up Yoongi's spine, because of the unknown torture he was bound to face, and the sudden accompanying silence.

The footsteps stopped in front of him, jumping when he felt cold metal against his wrists.

"What the fuck are you all doing?!" The door slammed open, short strides approaching them. "I.N. turn that off!"

"Don't you know not to interrupt during the stream?" Changbin hissed.

"I don't care," The new man retorted, the voice deep. "Get him out of here."

"Felix-"

"Do it!"

There were shuffling, and small groans coming from Changbin and mutters coming from Hyunjin and I.N. Until Yoongi felt a familiar needle jab into his skin, knocking him out once more.