Step Brother (Vkook)

Chapter 21

>Jungkook POV<

I'm coming Tae I'm coming.

Please be alright.

Oh god.

Please be alright.

I can't live without you.

>AUTHOR POV<

Suga, Jimin, Namjoon, and Jungkook all sat on the large couch.

They were waiting for the opportune moment to attack.

They already knew Kai and Jaebum were waiting for their arrival. They had no idea how they had prepared for them.

Jungkook got up from his spot on the comfy black couch. It made a dip and then evened out back to its original form. Jungkook paced back and forth with his phone in hand.

Faint whispers came from Jungkook's mouth, "If we do that.......then....."

Jungkook's phone suddenly dropped to the floor with a sound that shook all the members to their feet. Jungkook's face was contorted into fear.

His knees hit the ground and his arms were grasping his head tightly. A little sob escaped from his mouth, "I can't feel him."

The memebers looked at each other with confusion, "Who can't you feel?"

"Tae,"

"That's not possible you guys are pure, it shouldn't be possible to seperate your minds,"

"No, I can feel our connection but I can't trace his location, or even contact him with a link. I don't know what to d-do,"

Namjoon crouched down and rubbed Jungkook's back to soothe him, "We know where he is, it's just a matter of time. We can do this. We'll find him don't you worry and we'll get Jin and Hoseok back while we're at it too."

By the end of Namjoon's little speech Suga and Jimin hugged the two. They needed all the encouragement and confidence they could get for the task they were about to face wasn't easy.

>Taehyung POV<

A pain enveloped my skull. What the fuck did they give me.

Shit! I'm so dizzy and my brain is so full of cotton balls right now fuzziness is all that's visible. Blotches of white here and there.

When my brain begins to focus I'm trapped in a room different than before. It looks familiar.

Before they blindfolded all of us and brought us to god knows where, I smelt a scent I hadn't smelt in a long time. Shivers ran down my spine. The smell of tar and burnt firewood. The smell that I discovered when I went to see the place my father was killed.

JYP Entertainment.

What if the shooting wasn't an accident?

What if instead of being "accidentally shot" my father was murdered by the very company for which he worked for.

Then I remembered. Of course this room looked familiar. It was the room my dad would always bring me to as a child.

Although there used to be a black glossy squared desk with all his belongings and a chair with the spinning wheels and bright spring yellow curtains covering the large window that looked out into the street.

Now it's replaced with a gray and white basic desk and black curtains and a mysteriously large gray closet along with a nice demonic touch.

All of a sudden I got a gut renching feeling. Must be my period. I hate it. Why do I have to be so vulnerable in these moments.