Into the Flames

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“Where is he? Where is Yoongi?” Sarah screams frantically, practically clawing her way past Jimin and through the door into the condo.

Jimin is more than a little peeved. His girlfriend shows up without warning and begins screaming for Yoongi, who’s so busy drinking that Jimin is sure he doesn’t even remember what his name is. Screaming won’t help.

“Yah! Aren’t you supposed to visit to see me?” Jimin pouts, grabbing her by the wrist as she attempts to pass. It’s clear as day that he is jealous.

“You don’t understand, I have to talk to Yoongi.” She replies in agitation, huffing for extra measure.

She shrugs him off and barrels down the hall way in search of the one man she can trust to take her seriously. Even if he is the one man that she also knows is completely aware of who she actually is. It frightens her. She knows that everything is about to come crumbling around her, but she also knows that if she allows these events to unfold it will haunt her for the rest of her life.

But by the time she finds Yoongi, she wishes she hadn’t. It’s obvious that he’s drunk, more than drunk, which may be why he is allowing SoonMi to hang off of him the way she is. Like a leech, she seems to be glued to his side, cooing at him in a sickening display of obvious insanity. It makes Sarah want to hurl that it doesn't even seem to bother SoonMi that the drunk rapper doesn't even seem to realize she’s there. But, she strengthens her resolve. Just this once she's going to do the right thing. No matter what she'd felt initially the situation at hand was just wrong.

“Yoongi!” She shouts, trying to gain his attention.

“What do you want? Go away!” He slurs in response. “Can't you see that I'm busy?”

But Sarah's not having any of it. As she yanks the soused man by the arm, dragging him out of his bedroom and to the living room, SoonMi sputters in outrage.

“Just who do you think you are?” She demands, trailing behind the two doggedly, glaring daggers at the back of Sarah's head the entire way.

And when the leggy blonde effectively throws Yoongi onto the couch the other boys begin to file into the living room, curiousity roused by all of the shouting.

“Where's Taehyung?” Sarah asks.

“He went back to Emmy's place. They had plans to hang out today,” Jin replies.

“Shit! She's not there!” Sarah curses.

“What's going on love?” Jimin inquires. Before he'd let his jealousy get the better of him, but Sarah is acting in an almost manic manner.

“Emmy's been kidnapped,” she replies frantically. “By a man named Daehyun. He's a part of the human trafficking ring.”

For a moment there is no sound. A profound silence sweeps the entire condo until, suddenly, all hell breaks loose.

“What do you mean she’s been kidnapped?” Yoongi roars. Despite the copious amounts of liquor in his system he seems to have sobered up quickly at the mention of danger in regards to the love of his life.

“Also, how do you know this?” Jin asks. The look on his face states that he holds a certain amount of scepticism over her words. “Tae was just with her not too long ago.”

“Well if Sarah says she's been kidnapped I trust her,” Jimin retorts. His statement is like a knife in the gut to Sarah. How she wishes she hadn't been lying to him all along.

“I…” Sarah falters.

“She's obviously lying. Why would anyone want to buy a pregnant foreigner?” SoonMi replies, not even thinking about the fact that Yoongi doesn't know. She slams her hand to her mouth, willing that sentence to be undone. Unfortunately, once spoken, words simply can't be taken back.

“She's pregnant?” The idol rapper whimpers. “Did you guys know all this time?”

As the rest of the boys sit in awkward silence, it is Jin who responds. “We did. Emmy didn't want you to know, she was afraid you'd do something reckless.”

Yoongi's sadness turns to fury in the blink of an eye. “Don't you think it's my right to know? How could you? All of you!”

“You're all missing the point! If we don't find her fast she's going to be in a whole world of trouble!” Sarah nearly screams.

The guilt within her churns and bubbles over, feeding her irritation at the lack of an immediate response from these men who are supposed to care for Emmy. She almost wants to tear her own hair out.

“Have you reported this to the police yet?” Jin asks, never one to drop the ball.

Sarah freezes. She'd known when she rushed over here that there would be questions. She'd also known that there would be no escaping the retribution when they discover that she'd had a part to play in all of this. And they will discover it. There's no point in lying about it now. She shakes her head in response.

“And why not? That should have been your first step!” Jin yells, flustered by the news. God only knows how cold the trail could be by now!

“Because,” Sarah says, taking a deep breath to steel herself for the moment to come. “I would have likely implicated myself, as well as SoonMi.”

Jimin, who had been holding Sarah, steps back in shock. His arms still reach forward, shaking with emotion as shock overcomes his features. And as his arms drop, dangling to his sides in defeat. The idea that his Sarah had anything to do with this… No. Jimin needed to know.

“What are you saying?” He asks, voice little more than a broken whisper. And yet it is a deafening sound. It echoes throughout the room, lingering in the very air around him. “Sarah, what are you saying?”

Sarah looks to Jimin in defeat. She can’t. She can’t tell him what he needs to hear, what he wants to hear. “SoonMi and I both collaborated with Dae Hyun in order to separate Emmy from you. Remember the photos that were sent to BigHit? I took them.”