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3rd Person POV

The first time the van hit a blind spot, nothing happened. The Honda just went along and continued on its way. Same for the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth time. The seventh time, however, things changed.

The blind spot the van hit was a large one; an abandoned area within the city without any CCTV. As the van turned the corner, it was met with another one.

This vehicle, however, was not a van. In fact, it had nothing in common with the black Honda. This car was a bright red Mercedes S-Class Luxury Sedan. The car radiated wealth; even the license plate reflected the large sum of money the (for lack of better word) kidnappers seemed to hold.

Quickly, as if they were on a strict schedule, three men – Yoongi's assailant among them – emerge from the Honda, one of them bearing Yoongi's dead weight. Two men emerge from the Mercedes, one of them clearly a hostile, a suicide bomb clung to his neck.

As the three from the van make their way to the Mercedes, one tosses Yoongi into the backrow as two follow close behind. The third travels around the vehicle into the passenger's seat.

The man from the Mercedes is seemingly giving stern instructions to the hostile, who currently bears a terrified expression. A harsh slap from his captor brings tears to his eyes as he nods in response to what the man was saying. Seemingly satisfied with the response, the captor slams the door shut, making the hostile within flinch and immediately grip the steering wheel with such force that his knuckles turn white. The man then makes his way to the driver's seat and settles down in the Mercedes. The four conscious men watch as the Honda slowly starts to pull away and turn back, making its way to the given destination.

A decoy.

Sometimes, the best cover was hiding in plain sight. No one would ever suspect someone in possession of a Mercedes S-Class Luxury Sedan to kidnap anyone. Still, they took precautions by having tinted the windows earlier and making sure that Yoongi seemed as if he was merely sleeping; not being kidnaped.

The moment the Honda pulled up before the warehouse was the moment that Namjoon shouted out its location to both Jungkook and Hoseok. The hostile shakily made his way out of the car, the comm in his ear spitting out instructions for the man to follow. He followed them, of course, in fear for his life.

Most things were already set up in the warehouse. The only thing the man need do was slip in the DVD and wait.

That's all he could do.

Wait.

The Mercedes, however, made its way back into the bustling city. About ten minutes later, the car stopped at a traffic light. On the other side of town, Jungkook's Chevrolet was just pulling up to the warehouse. A frantic looking Jungkook and three slightly calmer looking men, Seokjin, Namjoon, and Hoseok, emerged from the car. Jungkook, in fear for his step-brother, rushed to the warehouse entrance. He impatiently waited for Namjoon to catch up so that he could hack the lock.

Not forty seconds later, the doors opened and Jungkook rushed inside, a gun at the ready. His sharp eyes scanned the room. All he found was a trembling civilian on the floor before a large television. With a flick of his wrist, Namjoon got his message and rushed to the man, immediately working on defusing the bomb. Hoseok went along with him, just to ensure that the man was okay. He was a medic, after all.

Jin and Jungkook, however, made their way to the television.

Atop the screen was a remote. It had only one button on it, and taking the risk, Jungkook pushed the button. Namjoon yelled at him not to, in case it was a detonator for the bomb. It was not, however, and was a mere television remote. The moment Jungkook clicked on the button, the bomb defused itself and opened up, falling to the ground in a clatter. Namjoon and Hoseok both visibly let out sighs of relief while Jin and Jungkook stiffened at the recording that started playing.

By now, the Mercedes had already reached its destination; an entertainment company labeled as SM. This, of course, was only a cover for the evil that dwelled within its walls.

Deep below the compound was another compound; a mafia base. This base was HQ for Jungkook's father's enemy mafia; EXO. The two have been competing for the number one slot for years already. Now, EXO finally has leverage for them to be a step higher than BTL; the mafia that Jungkook was the heir to.

Within the compound was a multitude of rooms, each serving their own purposes, but the moment Yoongi and his assailants entered the compound, they made a beeline for a certain room; one dedicated to torture. They had quickly set up a camera and their technician linked it to the DVD that was playing in the warehouse Jungkook was currently standing in. (Don't know if you can do that but oh well)

When the video started, all that could be seen was the sadistic grin of Yoongi's assailant, a man known as Xiumin. EXO's technician, Chen, informed his through their comm system that the video was being reflected in the warehouse across the city. There was a hidden camera in the warehouse and from there, Chen kept watch of everything going on inside.

"Hello!" Xiumin started, grin never once leaving his face.

"You know who we are, Jungkookie, and you know why we have your precious little toy. What was his name again?" he pantomimed thinking.

"Oh, yes, Yoongi. Lovely name. He has a pretty face, too. I can tell why you like him. It'd be a shame to ruin his precious little face." Jungkook snarled at this and Xiumin was informed of the reaction, his grin only growing.

"Oh he's fine, Kookie." Xiumin moved out of the way of the camera so that Jungkook could now see Yoongi. He was bound to a chair, but was otherwise unharmed. Jungkook relaxed slightly at this, but stiffened once again as Xiumin began to move towards Yoongi.

"The question is, will he be fine for very long?" At this, Xiumin whipped out a small switchblade. The blade was beautiful; its sharp edge gleaming under the dim lighting of the room and its handle had a wondrous pattern carved into it. It really was beautiful.

Beautifully fatal.

Xiumin was now behind Yoongi. Leaning down as if he were about to whisper something in his ear, Xiumin brought the blade to his cheek, not yet touching the skin. As the chloroform began to wear off, Yoongi began to stir. Xiumin cackled at this, startling Yoongi.

"Oh, would you look at that? He awakes! This will be so much fun; I look forward to hearing his screams!" And with that, Xiumin slashes a large but not overly large cut on Yoongi's right cheek, making said male yelp in pain.

Jungkook growls and just barely manages to grit something out through his teeth.

"Namjoon, see if you can track the feed." Chen catches this and relays the message to Xiumin. For the first time, his grin leaves his face, a frown replacing it.

"Oh, you don't want to do that, Kookie. Here, I'll make a deal with you. If you track this feed, then we'll let you come. You can come straight here and no one will get in your way. But! You would've ruined my playtime, so I'll beat and cut this boy to a millimeter from death." Jungkook, Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok all freeze at this, making Xiumin's grin reappear.

"Or, you can wait for another half hour until my playtime ends. Once I finish, we'll have him sent right back to his apartment. You'll have to deal with all of the medical issues and such, but I won't beat him to his last breath. So, Jungkookie, what'll it be?" Jungkook grits his teeth. The second option is the better option and he knows it, but there must be a catch... knowing Xiumin, though, he won't get an answer until he gives his own.

"I – we," Jungkook pauses and looks around at the others to see if any of them disagree. The civilian had long since ran off. "Are choosing the second option. You can finish your playtime." Xiumin nearly squeals at this.

"Oh, but there's a catch!" Jungkook freezes up once again, shutting his eyes tight as he holds his breath and awaits the condition Xiumin is about to give.

"You all need to sit and watch as I torture him. No exceptions."

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Well, I ended earlier, this time. Long chapter, though. Whoa, it's already 11:34!

Word count: 1485