The Cover-Up | BTS

Kidnappings and Sandwiches (2)

You ride in the back of the van, hands tied, as a deep but soft voice engulfs your ears. You look up to see none other than-? Kim Tae Hyung?

"Hey, I'm so sorry I laughed at you earlier, I think we got off on the wrong foot."

"Taehyung! What even- Wrong foot- What! Why did you think it was a good idea to kidnap me!"

"Where are we even going!" You yell and thrash, but Taheyung's gentle hands are on your back, steadying you as he begins to untie your knots, and removes his black mask.

His face is beautiful, but he's still annoying. How classic.

"You're so annoying." You say.

Taehyung presses a finger to your lips as he hushes you. "I bought you."

You gasp quietly against his finger on your lips. "What the actual fu-?"

"I know your aunt sold you on the black market. I know everything."

"She's not my aunt-" You argue. You refuse to acknowledge that she's related to you.

"Shhh. It's okay." Taehyung's voice soothes you as he unties the last knot on your hands and sets you free.

But you would never be free again because now you belonged to Taehyung. Kim Taehyung, best friend of Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung.

You never wanted this. You knew Taehyung to a certain extent from the time you used to spend with Jungkook, but Taehyung had been way too young back then. He had changed a lot, physically, in a matter of what seemed like days. His shoulders were wider, his hair now swept over his forehead, held back by a Gucci headband. Heck, you could even see his eyebrows now. Taehyung's eyes dark eyes gleam somewhat innocently as he looks down at you, but you can't help but wonder what he hid behind the innocent eyes and designer clothes. He'd changed.

You couldn't trust him.

Taehyung goes on. "I know you go through a lot, and so I had some of my men do a search for me and find out what your aunt was doing. But I got caught actually. He looks down somewhat embarrassed as his hand brushes the nape of his neck. Your aunt caught some of my men, and when we found out she had sold you on the black market- well, the easiest way out of it was to pretend we were your buyers. She demanded payment, and we paid her.

"So you bought me?"

"That's what I just said were you not listening?" Taehyung lifted an eyebrow in exasperation.

"But why?"

"Because, I- I guess I've always-" The van comes to a rough halt, throwing both of you forward, him against the back seat, and you into his lap. You push yourself off, with a disgusted face as Taehyung's face in the dark light blushes nearly three different shades of red.

"Shhh. We're here." It was the middle of the night and you were quite tired. You yawned as Taehyung clamped a hand over your mouth. "You need to stay quiet because my dad's men like to come here for work, and If I assume correctly, they should be here now. They can't find out about you. Understood?"

You nod quietly as Taehyung leads you out of the van and through a back entrance until you come face to face with his house- no, his mansion.

Your mouth hangs open in awe as you look at the massive building before you. "Do you live here?"

"Yep. Now shush." Taehyung continues to lead you into a small corridor and up a flight of elegant stairs, until you step into what looks like a golden paradise. Of course, he lived in a mansion. Where else would he live?