Abducting BTS

Chapter 16 - Electric Love

My body is held in strong arms securely and warmly. My head is against a broad strong chest. My throbbing head is against a broad strong chest.

Through the fog of my thoughts I can hear voices, hushed and panicked. It is a panic that does not fit.

I try to push it away and go back to my warm and cozy sleep but I am rudely interrupted by a nagging feeling that's trying to tell me to try to stay awake. I am going bro have to have words with this feeling later.

I listen to it anyway to the best of my ability and become lucid enough to understand speech.

I realise I know who owns the voices. Hoseok and Jungkook. They're whispering desperately.

"What can we do?" The one who I think is Jungkook says.

The one who might be Hoseok replies "Why don't we rush them? When they open the doors just rush them. Jungkook boxes and every one of us is capable. We aren't helpless." He says and I hear a few sounds of agreement.

Jimin speaks then, "What about Lucifer? She can't walk so someone will have to carry her."

He doesn't get a reply for a few beats too long.

"You mean... Leave her?" He says, his voice growing incredulous.

"I mean... She did kidnap us." Yoongi says and I'm inclined to agree with him. I'd leave me. This is probably their last chance, no matter how slim of a chance it is.

"She then risked her life to save ours." Jin says chastising Yoongi somewhat. "She also helped us everyday."

"She wouldn't have needed to if she hadn't kidnapped us in the first place." Yoongi replies angrily.

Taehyung has been notably silent.

"Someone else would have done it anyway. No one else would have done what she just did. She stayed out there on that train, knowing she could die and still she chose to help us over herself." Jimin said, growing empassioned over her.

My mind is still too foggy and muddled to understand what is happening but I know that for some reason Jimin is making me both very happy and so so sad.

"I will carry her." The voice is loud. Very loud and comes directly from the chest that my head is laying on. The arms surrounding me also tighten and pull me closer growing protective.

It takes me a few seconds to register the voices owner, I'm so unused to hearing it this close and it's distorted in my ears.

"Namjoon." I hear someone growl but I don't understand who it's from.

"Enough. I will not leave her." The close voice again.

I listen closely to the heartbeat of the chest I'm leaning on and notice how calm it is. It's resolute and strong in its rythm and unchanging in its resolve. My thoughts continue to dissolve further into gibberish until I can no longer formulate a coherent thought let alone understand what is being said and I give up.

Blackness once again overwhelms me.

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My body is held in strong hard arms that are slightly too tight, especially around my shoulder.

I whimper in pain and fight my bleary thoughts to open my eyes.

He is there.

Satan smiles cruelly down at me from where he carries me.

I look around immediately searching for them. I am at first relieved to find them walking behind Satan surrounded by guards, but then saddened. If they are there then they are not free.