Bloodsport'15

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"did he take the bait?"

"sir, he killed the bait."

"what the hell!"

"where is he now? track his phone."

"he doesn't have his phone on him."

"how the- find him."

Taehyung's eyes slowly opened as he sat in an office type setting. different from what he had seen in the movies. he looked around, about 50 men in police uniforms, each one with guns ready to shoot on command.

"ah you're awake," a mellow voice spoke through the sudden silence. a few police men lowered their heads while others did full bows. "it's been a while Taehyung."

"namjoon?"

"let's not forget about me!" jimin frowned as he locked hands with namjoon and waved at Taehyung, "miss me?" he said and tilted his head slightly.

Taehyung felt sick.

;

Jungkook didn't know where the was going, actually he did. but how the hell would he get Taehyung back. by now he knew his secret was out. the police know it's him, and who he is, he doesn't care about how, but he wants to to why. why did they take Taehyung and replace him with a doppelgänger.

we're they hoping to fool Jungkook? Jungkook found himself laughing. he had been fooled for half an hour meaning his Taehyung couldn't have been far from the woods.

the only place he could think of is the busan police station and with only one gun and a few bullets he was headed straight there.

his burner phone rang, once then twice.

he glanced at it and picked it up.

"they've got Taehyung."

"i know." Jungkook replied

"how will you get him back?"

"i don't know."

"you wanna call in that favor?"

"you got something to do with this?" Jungkook snapped and held the phone tighter.

"of course not, i'm only looking out for Taehyung."

"bullshit, you're looking out for you own ass."

"the favor~"

Jungkook swore once again before pulling over the side of the road, "what if i say no?"

"you know i want Namjoon dead," his voice was like venom on the other side of the line, "and i'll blow up that whole damn station, without a fuck given if you and your damn boy toy were in there or not."

Jungkook shook purely with anger as he banged his fist on the sterling wheel, "okay, okay."

"nice doing business with you jeon."

"how much?"

"30 thousand by midnight."

"you're never cheap."

he chuckled and Jungkook can hear him pull himself from his bed and type away at his computer. "neither are you jeon, if you ever get bored of Taehyung, you know where i live."

"i could never hyung." Jungkook felt a smile tug at his lips as he drove toward the station with new found motivation.

"goodbye mister jeon."

"goodbye mister min."