SWEETHEART ➝ yoonseok (✔)

diecinueve

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yoongi had left hoseok to sleep after taking a shower and walking to his private gym. as he worked out, his mind was focused on one thing: how did hoseok's father react? how would hoseok himself react? he suddenly started to have a feeling of dread but he pushed it away and ignored it.

it was faint at first but he started to hear something over the music playing in his headphone. frowning, he took them out, hearing nothing but the soft music. he put down the weights he had, walking slowly and steadily toward the door. as he did, he heard a blood-curdling scream echo around the hallways, a thud following straight after.

his hands balled into fists and he ran out, taking out his phone and calling seokjin.
"i need back up right fucking now." he halted in his tracks to see yeeun on the floor, her body resting on a pool of her own blood. he realised her dress was ripped open, tattered and moist to the touch. he barely flinched whilst moving her hair away from her back, revealing the knife that was used to kill her.

the wound itself was laid out in a distinct pattern, nearly in a shape of a red sun. he pulled out the knife and on the tip there was an english letter carved finely onto it.
J.

"the jung's are attacking."

the words barely left his mouth when he heard a gun cock behind him. he turned around in time, throwing the knife with deadly accuracy. it wedged inside of wonho's shoulder, causing him to drop the gun and cry out, arm shaking.

yoongi grabbed the gun, turning to wonho and shooting him in his back, barely missing his heart. the other barely had time to react and he was on the floor, gasping for air and holding his arm. yoongi looked at him and smirked, playing with the gun in his hand.
"so, you're the other bastard. we finally meet." he snickered, pressing his shoes onto his chest, knowing it would hurt. before he could do anything more, his neck started to prickle, as if something was wrong. he looked up and as soon as he did he heard a scream.

hoseok.

yoongi swore, glancing at wonho on the floor. he kicked the knife further into his arm and the man passed out from the pain. this was enough for yoongi and he started running, hearing the screaming get louder and louder. he burst into his room, seeing no one inside. he looked round wildly, spinning around whilst scanning the area he was in.

he heard more men break the door down and he bolted over to the balcony, relief rushing around his body. "secure the building. find jung hoseok." he ordered, his face a portrait of worry. "find him." his voice was laced with panic now; the leader nodded and called out instructions to the other men.

he went to his office, calling jin once more. "hyung? hoseok isn't here." he spoke, running his fingers through hair. "please, please find him hyung. i'm begging you here."
on the other end, seokjin was shocked into silence. he'd never heard yoongi sound so desperate in his years of working with him. hell, he'd never seen him worried even when he was close to death. the elder man tugged at his lower lip with his teeth, swallowing before answering, "ill do my best, yoongi."

"please hyung. please find my hoseok."

hoseok couldn't see. his hands were tied behind his back and he was being lead somewhere- he didn't know where. there were too many voices to distinguish them; they ended up mixing together in a buzz. his head hurt and the rope that was holding his hands together were digging groves into his wrist.

"move." someone spoke gruffly, shoving him forward. the boy nearly tumbled over by the force, and because his lower part hurt a great deal.
his shoulders were gripped on and he was forced to bend, pushed once more. he fell over but instead of dropping onto hard concrete he was on carpet.

whatever was over his head was taken off and he saw a little light. a dark figure was in front of him and in the dimness made it hard to see who it was. but as soon as the man spoke, hoseok's heart stopped beating for a second.

"hoseok. funny to see you here, son."