Long Gone || Bts x Hoseok

Thirty-Eight

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'Young Korean Star, Jung Hoseok found missing after an argument with dance teacher'

"Well, fuck"Jin curses looking at the page with worried eyes, now the whole world knows Hoseok is missing, everyone would as questions and all, making their minds even more stressed.

"Its been three days Sejin, what the hell are they doing!?"Namjoon asks the stressed man, who has his head in his hands, rubbing his forehead.

"They're trying Namjoon-ah, its not as easy as you think"Sejin rasps out as he looks at the younger male with a sad look on his face, he himself is worried about Hoseok.

"Calm down, Joon-ah"Yoongi rumbles at the younger.

The room is once again filled with awkward silence and tension as they all just stare at the floor, waiting for some news.

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"Fucking starve then, bitch"

Hoseok flinches hearing the door slam shut, as the male lies in lure silence.

"F-Fuck"He curses, regretting moving when a sharp pain shorts up his bruised rib, making him pant into the dirty floor, his head aching like hell, his whole body sweaty and freezing, blood, dry one, on his lower lip.

He groans lying on his back, his tied wrists aching once again, his back flinching when it comes in contact with the cold floor.

He just stares at the dark ceiling, with teary eyes, he has no escape or so.

There's no window in this room, and Lee doesn't leave this place even once.
Feelings tears stream down his pale face, Hoseok just lies there sobbing, his mind blank as he tries to think.

There has to be something.

Grunting, his face now filled with pain, as tries to sit up, luckily his legs weren't tied, onky his hands, Lee beat him up, as he spat on Lee's face.

Successfully yet painfully, Hoseok 
means against the cold wall, breathing harshly in, his sweaty forehead dripping sweat, his lips cold.
With a deep breath, Hoseok hoists his body up, tries as he has his back leaned against the wall, supprtibg his legs as he shakily stood up.

"S-Shit"He breathes out and pants his mouth, as he looks around, something sharp to open his wrists.

Spotting a broken glass on the wooden table at his front, the young boy quickly limps towards it, turning around and picking it up before trying to cut the thick rope.

He hisses and jolts a little when he feels the sharp shard slice his soft skin a little but continues to cut, even though he cut himself a few times.

He sighs out shakily once his sweaty hands cut half through, before going back to doing the same, before the rope finally loosens around his bruised and aching wrists.

Firstly wiping his sweaty forehead, the poor male begins to look alround while rubbing his aching wrists before looking at dark looking door at the very end of the isolated room.

Limping towards the door, he takes deep breaths before opening the door, revealing a dark living room, old sofas and old furniture lying there, a dull bulb lighted up.

"Yeah, yeah, I want them distracted, just tell them, you're still looking"

Hoseok froens as he hears Lee's voice from a room, hearing the conversation with someone.

"I fucking paid you enough, keep them distracted or I'll take the half away"

Lee payed someone?

Its probably the police.

"Good, keep it that way, I'll check on him now"

Hoseok's eyes widen as he scrambles to the nearest open room, scrambling there and hiding behind a ripped sofa.
"Fucking hell, shit!"

Hoseok closes his eyes hearing the deep voice curse, probably because the make thought he escaped.

"Shit shit shit, I'll teach that slut lesson"

Hearing loud footsteps, and a slam of a door, Hoseok hears nothing but silence fill the house, making him get out quickly and limp out the room.

He was about to open the door, and walk out but a hand grabs a fistful of his hair, making him hiss as its yanked back roughly.

"Going somehere, sweetheart?"A voice seethed in his ear as he's thrown on the floor roughly, his hands coming in touch with the dusty floor.

"I'll fucking teach you a lesson bitch, you didn't learned anything from the last one, huh?"He hisses as Hoseok turns around, his leg aching as Lee unbuckles his belt, a smirk present on his disgusting face.

Hoseok scrambles back, fear filling his mind, as his back touches a table, knocking it over, as a vase falls beside his hand, making few small pieces pierce into his fingers.

"You can't escape darling, you're all mine here"Lee grins sickly as he grabs Hoseok's thighs, pulling the small male close, getting between his thighs.
Hoseok finding his chance, picks up a vase shard in his shaky hands, as Lee growls at him.

"Fuck you!"Hoseok spits as he stabs the elder in the leg, making him groan, grabbing his thigh, letting go kd Hoseok's thighs, making the latter scramble away.

"You bitch!"Lee screams lunging towards the terrified boy, making him squeak throwing things at the taller.

Hoseok gulps as he taps his hand everywhere, looking for something to throw at the limping man.

Not noticing, Hoseok absent-mindedly throws amother glass vase lying on the floor at Lee's head, making him fall limp on the floor as Hoseok pants there, his heartbeat unsteady.

"S-Shit"

This is his chance to escape.

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