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hoseok gripped onto the leather seat he was sitting on, hearing the door lock behind him. in front sat someone he'd not seen in a long time.
"sir." he muttered, bowing his head a little, looking at the floor. his father's shoes were expensive and polished to the point where he could see his reflection on it. the old man took a cigarette and lit it, blowing the fumes into hoseok's face, almost purposely.
the boy coughed, choking a little. he waved his hand in his face, disgusted. he shot the filthiest glare he could at the man he once called father before speaking, "what do you want?"
the man sighed in mock-sadness and leaned back on his chair, shaking his head. "not even a hello dad?"
"you disowned me, remember?" hoseok retaliated, rolling his eyes, looking around to see if there was any way of escape. his father, however, saw this and smiled, crossing his leg over the other.
"the doors are all locked and we're on a highway. don't even try it, hoseok." the boy flinched at how his name was said, gritting his teeth.
"where are we going?"
"home."
hoseok frowned, confused. did he mean his house or his childhood home? it wasn't much of a home- it was more like a prison with 2 rooms as bedrooms. his bedroom was even designed like a cell."home?" the man sniffed and nodded in response, the cigarette ashes falling onto the floor and filling the air with its acrid stench.
yoongi was pacing around in his office, agitated. jin was next to him, busily typing on the computer and every so often stealing worried glances at his friend. in all his years of working with the man, he'd never seen him like that ever. it troubled jin and, worst of all, scared him a little.
yoongi looked up from biting his nail, letting a frustrated groan out before walking to the door and slamming it shut behind him, leaving jin. the male frowned in confusion and took his phone out, calling him.
"where the hell are you going?"
"jin. i cant leave hobi like that- i need to find him now. while you're searching him online i'm going to the jung's." yoongi said, his breath quickening with each step he took. jin cursed under his breath, knowing what yoongi was doing would be futile."yoongi, it wo-"
"it will." he ended the call and dialled another number whilst running. as he was entering his car, the person picked up.
"yoongi. haven't heard from you in a long time.""i need your help, park."
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