wish upon a dead star || taekook || completed

Chapter 4: The Meeting

Taehyung woke with a start. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, allowing him to looking around the bare room he sat in, which he immediately regretted due to the crick in his neck that formed while he was out. Taehyung groaned as he tried to move his hand to rub the sore spot. His hands wouldn't budge. He twisted around the pole he had his back to, to see that his hands were bound in rope. Well shit, this is just fantastic.

The boy then started to become more aware of his surroundings. Only now did he see an identical pole at the other end of the room with his best friend tied to it. He saw Jimin, who seemed to have a swollen eye and a split lip, limp against it. He whipped his head around and procceded tonnotice the two dark figures, standing by the exit of the bare room. Then the events of the night before crashed into his memory and he panicked. The room they were tied in was dimly lit with completely blank walls and floors. It was bigger than most rooms and the shadows stretched across the floor and walls. He turned his attention back to his best friend.

"Jimin," he whispered hoarsely, "Jimin are you up? What the hell happened to you?"

No response came from the slouched over boy for, to Taehyung, what felt like ages. Eventually a quiet groan escaped his lips. Taehyung watched as his best friend slowly rolled his head around, trying to stretch his sore neck. "Taehyung... this is exactly why I didn't want to come here." Jimin's voice scraped against his throat, the need for water emanate in his dry throat.

"Oh really... I never would have guessed."

A deep, croaking chuckle came from Taehyung's best friend. "Hey... hey you two. Would you like to introduce yourselves to my friend here or will you keep your guest waiting?"

Taehyung rose an eyebrow at Jimin as he addressed the two shadows by the entrance. "I'm guessing you've met them Mochi?"

"Oh yeah... the person on the right's fist is quite friendly. It got to know my face a bit. Other dude just stands there."

"I'm guessing you did your job in infuriating them?"

"I did my best to make you proud. However, one can only do so much without his partner."

The playful banter and talk continued on and grew louder as the two tried to drive any response out of the others in the room.

What seemed to shock Taehyung the most was the complete absence of any fear. He didn't feel afraid or scared or intimidated. He only felt curiosity and boredom slowly eat at the back of his mind. The talk between the two friends eventually died down, and both grew tired and attempted to get any form of sleep possible in their bound state. And when that failed, they played 20 questions, doing anything to pass time.

As time slowly staggered on, the boy's game slowly dwindled to nothing and their talking ceased. The room was completely quiet, the only sound was of the four occupants steady breathing. Suddenly, cutting through the thick silence, rang a voice. "He's back. Bring them up."

Taehyung, startled from his daze, wildly looked for the owner of the new voice. He didn't realize it's source until the two figures moved towards the bound captives. A walkie talkie was clipped to each of the captors belts. He smiled wistfully as he remembered playing with the devices when he was little with his neighborhood friends. He thought back to the days of sunlight, laughter, and joy. He didn't notice the rope being untied from his wrists until he was dragged to his feet.

This was the first time Taehyung actually saw the face of their attackers. The boy who picked him up was, in Taehyung's mind, simply ethereal. His black wavy hair reached past his eyes, which radiated a warm brown color. His skin, tanned from the sun, seemed to glow in the low lighting. He wore all black except for a white shirt which was barely visible, covered by the black hoodie. He was young, probably younger than Taehyung now that he thought about it, and he immediately disliked the fact that he had to look up to him.

Once again enveloped by his own thoughts, it took him being hauled across the floor by the boy to be brought back to reality. He started moving his feet obediently, very aware of his captors close proximity. He looked over his shoulder back at his best friend, who was being very disobedient.

Jimin tried to wriggle out of his holder's iron grip. His captor had blonde hair, parted slightly, stopping right at his dark eyes which emitted annoyance. He wore the same thing as Taehyung's guard, except his hoodie was unzipped, completely revealing the plain white T-shirt underneath. The man, who seemed slightly older than Taehyung and Jimin, groaned, exasperated. "Can you please just stop struggling for once!"

In return, Jimin finally looked straight at his addressor. When his eyes landed on the man's face and made eye contact, he actually stopped. Taehyung thought he saw his friend's cheeks slowly flush, but he couldn't tell in the dim lighting. "To be fair, you did knock me out, then beat me up for absolutely no reason. I haven't even seen your whole face until now you asshole. How do I know you won't feed us to the zombies?" Jimin was mumbling by the last sentence, looking down at the cement ground and playing with his fingers. The blonde's only response was a roll of his eyes, a small smile, and a tug on Jimin's arm.

Hands tied once again, Taehyung turned back towards the stairs and his own captor, giving him a small smile. He started muttering a pep talk to himself, trying to calm his nerves. However, he didn't know he was talking out loud until the boy next to him chuckled, glancing at his captive, which caused Taehyung to blush, look away, and shut up.

The boys started to quickly make their way up the stairs to, what Taehyung guessed, was the back room of a small restaurant. He and Jimin were led through the booths and tables to another room, where all the windows were blocked with newspapers and old clothes. The only light came from candles that were placed all over the room.

"Hey blondie, where's my backpack?"

Taehyung grinned at his friend's concern for his bag and at the fact that Jimin actually thought he would get a response. Once inside the room, the two captives were sat down in chairs and made to face the blank wall across from them. This is a fucking interrogation room. What the hell did we do again? Oh yeah... absolutely nothing.

The two boys heard footsteps behind them and simultaneously turned their heads to the doorway. One person entered the room. For a second all they could see was his silvery white hair that glistened In the dim light. once he turned around in Taehyung gaped, eyes widening at the white haired male in front of them. Jimin tried to stand up, glaring at the new arrival, only to be forced back down. Instead, after shooting his piercing glare at his guard, he spoke, "Namjoon, you ass! What the hell is going on here? What the fuck did we do to you?" Taehyung's eyes widened even larger at his best friend. Yeah, he was pissed too, but he could feel the anger radiating off Jimin in waves. When Taehyung looked back at their old friend, he saw the complete shock on the man's face. He took this opportunity to address the situation, "Hey Jimin... I don't think Hyung knew that we were the ones these two captured. I think he's just as shocked as we are... take a breather, yeah?"

It has been a while since Taehyung saw Jimin angry, it wasn't a normal occurrence, so this alone was a surprise. He turned his eyes from his best friend to Namjoon, "Right?" His old friend simply nodded, slowly gathering his composure.

"Yoongi Hyung, Jungkook, please untie them."

Taehyung could feel the boy's confusion behind him, but he felt hands slowly undo the rope that bit into his wrists. As soon as they were free, the two captives stood and rubbed their wrists. Jimin immediately turned back to who Namjoon called Yoongi, looking him up and down. Tae mentally giggled as he saw that Yoongi was actually taller than his friend, which he knew Jimin would hate with a burning passion. His best friend then turned back the Namjoon, all hostility gone. Taehyung watched as he walked over and hugged their old friend.

"Damn it Joon Hyung, I thought you were dead." Namjoon's eyes widened again as he wrapped his arms around the younger, slowly realizing what these two probably went through.

"I'm okay Jimin. I'm okay."

Taehyung followed his best friend's example and wrapped his arms around the older, Jimin having parted. No words uttered from his mouth, but they weren't needed. They separated and once again Jimin spoke, "Alright, now that that's out of the way... where the hell are our bags?"
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