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3rd Person POV

Yoongi jolted awake as a hand roughly clasped over his mouth and nose, a sweet smell engulfing him. Yoongi wasn't stupid; he knew immediately that he was being chloroformed. Realizing that fact made him awake as could be. He honestly didn't understand why they were chloroforming him – whoever they were – he had been asleep, after all. He soon realized that it had only been a precaution.

Still, his newly energized mind questioned who was attempting to chloroform him at this time while his body attempted to fight off the figure that was currently holding Yoongi in a tight grasp.

Eventually, though, like everyone else, Yoongi had to breathe. He had honestly tried to hold it in, but he was at his limit and let the sweet scent take him to another world while his assailant hastily bound him. Making sure that Yoongi was out, the man heaved him over his shoulder and made his way outside, signaling to his comrades (this is dedicated to a Soviet-loving friend. You know who you are) that he had their target. Upon reaching their vehicle, the man bearing Yoongi's weight tossed him into the van's trunk and climbed in.

The black Honda drove off soon after that, leaving behind all evidence that they had ever been there. The only way anyone would ever know would be by two things: one, the empty bed in the master bedroom with tousled sheets as if there had been a struggle and two, the phone left abandoned, crushed to bits on the pristine white tile floor of the kitchen in Yoongi's small apartment.

A few moments later, the black Honda was long gone, a new van – a silver Chevrolet – pulled up before the silent apartment.

From the Chevrolet emerged a tall man with messy hair and clothing that looked as if they were hastily tossed on. The man spent no time at all making his way to the door, not hesitating in the least to break it down with his shoulder. Mere moments later, the deed was done.

The man stumbled into the small house as two other men exited the Chevrolet outside. They quickly made their way beside the first man that was frantically looking around the house. The man was searching, searching for any small piece of evidence that Yoongi was safe. Be it the sight of the said man sleeping soundly in his bed or a neatly made one, signaling that he had not yet came back, the man didn't care. He just wanted something.

And something he got. It just wasn't what he was expecting.

What he found was a crushed iPhone 6s on the floor and a cold bed with tousled sheets. Falling to the floor, the man tugged at his hair angrily as he screamed and cursed at the world.

"F*ck! No! F*ck, YOONGI!"

(I was tempted to end it there, but it's late and I'm tired so I'll keep going. I know. That's some sh*tty reasoning right there. Don't learn from me, kids)

Jungkook's POV

"Hey, hey, Jungkook, look, it's going to be alright. We'll catch those f*ckers (are y'all alright with me not censoring curses?) and Yoongi's going to be okay. We need to go now if you still want a chance of getting Yoongi back without ransom," says Hoseok as Namjoon rubs my back, trying to soothe me. I shakily let out a breath and nod, slowly getting to my feet and putting on a cold demeanor.

"Right. Namjoon, see if you can hack into the CCTV around here and find out who took Yoongi and where they went." Namjoon nods to me and whips out his laptop, setting it on the desk that was sitting in the corner of the room by the window, settling into the chair beside it.

"Give me thirty seconds, forty-five seconds tops." I nod, biting my lip out of habit. I do it when I'm anxious or frustrated. At the moment, I'm both. True to his word, Namjoon had CCTV videos pulled up, a name and a destination for me in seconds.

Upon hearing the name, I let out a low growl, barely comprehending the address given to me.

"Hoseok, text Jin to be prepared to get us to that address the moment we enter the car." Hoseok nods to me and pulls out his phone, immediately texting Jin the address.

Fuming, I stomp down the stairs with a burning purpose in my eyes, Hoseok and Namjoon close behind. The moment that we are in the car and the doors are closed, we're speeding off towards the location at which Yoongi was being held.

"There's no way in f*cking hell am I going to let this go. The moment they touch a hair on his body is the moment they sign their death contracts. I want you to make that statement very clear to them, Namjoon." Said hacker nods and takes out laptop once again and rapidly starts to type.

I'm coming, Yoongi-hyung. I don't know why I care for you so much all of a sudden, but I do. Maybe this is what they call brotherly love.

I should have known, though, that fate never works in our favor.

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Welp, that's the end of that one. Honestly, I think y'all would have been better off with just having the half of it. Don't hate me, please. I also really wasn't kidding when I said it was late. It's later than yesterday. 2:03am! And on a school night, no less! I have terrible sleep habits.