bellflower estate | namjoon x bts

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CHAPTER SIX
five hours

jungkook hissed and winced as he pulled his hand away from his side, and though the room was dark, he cloud see the crimson blood that coated his palm. "shit," he whispered, peeling his soaked shirt up and away from the bullet wound. it was just a graze, right above his left hip bone — but damn, did it hurt.

"fucking hell, we need to get out of here." jungkook's voice was low, barely audible, but the boy who sat behind him could still hear every word. he glanced up toward the ceiling and spotted an air vent, big enough for them to fit. but the problem was getting the both of them up there without getting caught.

through labored breath, the boy muttered, "you need... to leave me behind," he grunted as he tried to shift, but then gave up. "save yourself."

jungkook glanced back at him, frowning. when he first found the boy, he was hung from the ceiling by his wrists, the metal cuffs digging into his skin. his shirt was torn and shredded and clung onto his shoulders, revealing his skin — blood and grime coated, pale, and sickly. long, thin cuts spread across his chest and arms, and dark purple and green bruises coated his legs and ribs. when jungkook got closer and could see his face, he found a busted lip, black eyes, and blood trickling from the cuts across his forehead and cheeks.

it would be nearly impossible to get them both out of there alive; he wasn't able to move on his own. but jungkook had a mission, and there was no way in hell he was returning home empty handed.

jungkook turned back around to scan the area, shaking his head. "no. we're gonna get out of here."

the boy narrowed his eyes at the back of jungkook's head, and collapsed back onto the wall behind him. he could barely breath, and he didn't doubt that his ribs were broken. his arms and legs were probably broken, too, and his fingers were throbbing — the result of having all of his nails pried off. he was hungry and thirsty from two weeks with very little to eat or drink.

he felt like death.

it was a miracle he was still alive — if you could even call this "living."

"you've got a fucking death wish, man."

jungkook hummed. "so i've been told."

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meanwhile, one the top floor of a tall tower in the center of seoul, was a small conference room. inside the room was a long table, and a coffee stand in the corner. it looked like your typical office room, except for the weapons hidden beneath the table, behind the walls, and in the ceiling panels, and the fact that the tower was the main headquarters for the biggest mafia group in all of korea.

the elitist team (minus jungkook and technically namjoon) sat around the table, while mr. kim took a seat at the head. when he cleared his throat, everyone's side conversations silenced, and their attention was immediately turned to him.

mr. kim opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it, and said something else. "first thing's first; how is namjoon adjusting?"

park jimin sat up straighter in his seat. "he... he had a panic attack yesterday, sir." though they all knew that it was a breach of namjoon's privacy, this was his father, and it was their job to let him know these things. "bang chan briefly explained that he had worked himself up over lee jooheon, and that's what lead to the attack."

mr. kim nodded. "i suppose i should have warned you, but panic attacks like that are not uncommon for namjoon. he hasn't had one in months, so i figured he would be fine, but..." he sighed, rubbing his forehead. "i'll speak to the doctor once this whole fiasco is over and see if we can do anything with medication or therapy."

the team nodded, and the conversation moved onto other things when min yoongi leant forward and asked, "has jungkook reported anything back yet?"

another nod. "last we heard from him, he had found jooheon, but his injuries were severe and he couldn't move on his own. that was five hours ago."

five hours.

"we've tried to get in contact, but the connection jungkook's earpiece was cut off. all we're receiving is static."

five hours.

the room went quiet, and all that was left was white noise.

five hours.

jimin tugged at his hair in frustration.

five hours.

taehyung was the first to speak.

"can we send someone after them?"

mr. kim stood and crossed the room to stand in front of the bulletproof windows, arms folded across his chest. "it may already be too late."

five hours.

jin stood abruptly and sidled up next to him, momentarily forgetting about his position and who he was speaking to. kind of. he still had manners. "i'm sorry, sir, but if there's even a small chance that jungkook's alive, we need to go after him. we need to go after the both of them... think about namjoon, and what it will do to him if jooheon isn't found."

mr. kim's jaw clenched. "i am well aware, seokjin." he turned and walked back over to the table and stood behind his chair, then looked to jimin and yoongi, who were seated on the right side of the table. "yoongi, try to get in contact with jungkook — do everything you can to get through to him." yoongi nodded. "and jimin, go and retrieve namjoon.

"i need to tell him something. something i should have told him a long time ago."

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a/n;
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