☪ GANGSTER ☪

QUΙNQUE

It was a tad bit weird for Jimin to wake up without Yoongi sleeping in his arms, which is why the first thing he did when he rose from the bed was search for his lover. His bare feet echoed throughout the large home, baggy sweatpants hanging low on his waist as he paced down the stairs.

"Babe?"

No response. He walked into the kitchen, however Yoongi wasn't there. Jimin searched through all the rooms in the house but the small male with pink, pretty lips was nowhere in sight. He raced back up the stairs and snatched his phone from the nightstand resting next to his bed, quickly dialing Yoongi's number.

He called once. Twice. Three times. Four then five. Not once did his boyfriend answer. Now he was panicked, immensely. He quickly dialed a different number and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Hell-"

"Yoongi's gone."

-♠-

The dirty sack that once sat over Yoongi's head was now yanked away aggressively. The light seemed to burn the boy's eyes as he stared up at the figure looming in front of him.

His hair was a dark purple and his eyes pierced his own. The smile stretched across his face was almost malicious- like.

"Long time, no see, sweet pea~"

"Namjoon." He spat. The tight rope around his wrist and ankles made it difficult for him to move around in the chair.

"Ah, isn't this exactly how you had Kihyun? How does it feel to be in his place?"

"Let me go, before things get worse."

"And miss out on all the fun? Not a chance."

Namjoon circles the pale boy, finger grazing his chin as Yoongi flinches away. He suddenly grabs his chin and presses their lips together, the other attempting to move away from his grip.

Namjoon smiles devilishly as he backs up, a string of saliva connecting their lips. Yoongi stares up in disgust,

"The hell is wrong with you?!"

" I just...wonder how mad Jimin would be, if he knew that my mouth was on yours~"

"You're disgusting."

"You're tasty~"

The tall male traces the small boy's bottom lip, Yoongi taking that chance to bit it as hard as he can. Namjoon yelps in pain and yanks his thumb out of his mouth, blood dripping down his finger and Yoongi's lip.

"You stupid bitch!" He brings his hand down across his cheek, said male whining out in pain. "Just you wait..." He laughs bitterly, "I'm gonna break you until you're nothing but a quivering, useless piece of shit."

Yoongi didn't believe him

Maybe he should have.

Namjoon walks out the small room, making sure to turn the lights out, leaving Yoongi alone in the dark.

-♦-

"What do you mean he's gone?"

Jimin, Taehyung, and a few other main gang members were in Jimin's office, the leader pacing about the area.

"He's gone! Missing! Not here, dickhead, that's what I mean!"

Taehyung knew he was just stressed and that was his reason for spazing out.

One of the others, Mark, stepped up, "Did you track his phone?"

If looks could kill.

Jimin walked up to him, their faces a little too close. "Don't you think...that's the first thing I did?!" He screamed, pushing him back. Mark stumbled against the wall, sighing.

"I was just suggesti-"

"Everybody out! Now! Find him! Except for you Taehyung, you stay there..."

Everyone, except for Taehyung, scattered out of the room, while the gang leader pulled on his roots out of aggravation and frustration.

"We'll find him, boss, don't worry."

Jimin sighs and leans against the desk behind him, his face sitting in his palms. "How do not expect me not to worry, Taehyung? Fuck, I'm so stupid.''

"We know for a fact that it's Namjoon that has him."

"And how-..."

"The letter."

Jimin tries to remeber the very last part of the letter he got a few weeks ago.

Just you wait, Park.

I'll take something from you that you can't live without.

"Get the boys and have everyone ready to leave to Namjoon's traphouse."

"Are you sure?"

"Now."

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wow im trash, this was supposed to be updated last week, don't hate me pls 🤠

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