SWEETHEART ➝ yoonseok (✔)

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their bodies slid inside carefully, the floorboards creaking slightly under the added weight. yoongi halted for a second, his eyes darting about whilst his hand was at the side of his pocket, ready to take his gun out. their heartbeats thundered to the same rhythm, panic rising.

they could sense that someone was close- that was confirmed by the soft words of a male- and it was approaching them fast. without thinking, seokjin stepped out of the shadows, startling whoever was in front of him.

adjusting his eyes to the sudden dim light, seokjin studied the man in front of him. well built, crescent-like eyes and, good lord, he could see his toned body fucking popping out of its confined suit. he stared for a good minute or two before he cleared his throat awkwardly, offering his hand out.

"how d'ya do- uh-" seokjin checked to see if he had a name tag, like waiters, but in vain, "-person."

"who even are you?" the suspicion in both his voice and face was evident and the man eyed him up and down. "you new or something?" the other pulled his hand down, wiping the sweat on his trousers before responding rather confidently, "yeah."
"where's your name tag, then?"

name tag? people here had name tags? what the fuck did he mean 'name tag'? and why didn't this guy have one? seokjin stood there baffled.
"there aren't any, and if there are then i wasn't given one." the latter hummed in response. the taller stayed motionless yet seokjin could see the irritated clench of his fist.

fuck, did he say something wrong?

"alright. what's your name?"
"kim- kim chanbaek..?" the uncertainty laced in seok jin's voice caused the man's suspicions to rise further. seokjin was starting to panic internally, his heart going at pace he didn't know it could go, but he stood there, folding his arms and wearing a confident glare.

the man clenched his jaw and abruptly barked, "what the hell are you doing here then? everyone was supposed to be reporting at sub-level nine, ten minutes ago. go."
"i already did, thats why im up here, stu- sir."

without even having time to think, the man pulled his gun out and held it close against seokjin's cheek, the intoxicating scent of gunpowder and lead invading his nose.
"there was no such thing. now tell me who the hell you are and what are you doing here."

"i tend to go by the name baby boy, if you will." from behind the wall, yoongi cursed inwardly. he could've slapped seokjin for that, but seokjin was under stress so naturally, the elder would say something dumb to test one's patience. predictably, the man's cresented eyes twitched a little before he spoke gruffly once more, shaking the elder by his collar.

"i'll ask once more. who are you and why the fuck are you-" he couldn't even finish his sentence when seokjin pressed his plump lips on the others.

hm, just as expected. soft yet slightly chapped. and was that... strawberry lip balm? god, how cliche could this really get? the guy was shocked for a good few seconds; taking advantage of the situation, seokjin kneed him in the balls and he slumped down with a groan against the wall next to him.

"sorry pretty boy, but duty calls. no hard feelings, bros before hoes, you get me?" still on the ground, the elder gave him a harsh punch in the gut so that he would stay winded on the floor. "c'mon yoongi, we need to hurry."
yoongi retraced from where he was standing and tossed a glare over to his hyung, who merely shrugged in mock-innocence before he turned to sprint further down the blackened hall.

'thats one way to get rid of them, i guess.' he thought, sparing a look behind him. his brother must've given him a pretty hard punch as he was still on the ground, gasping for air. maybe it wasn't a punch.. more a stab. no blood was spilling though, so that couldn't be it.

turning back, he focused forward, catching up with jin.

"right, i'll take the left. if i don't make it, i'll see you in heaven. and then ill kill you."
"You ain't going to heaven, brother."
"it would be a mistake to not have a handsome man like me as an angel." grinning, the younger nodded before running the opposite direction, the adrenaline in his veins making him both excited and a little scared. he was one step closer to hoseok. one more.

shouts and screams were heard from outside his door and hoseok lift his head up, his swollen eye blocking any view he would usually see.
"fuck! whats happening?"
"apparently someone got in. we don't know who yet."

gagged and unable to talk, hoseok could only blink at the news he was hearing. the tallest one out of the three smirked and raised an eyebrow mockingly, "if you think its your yoongi coming to save you, you're wrong. in fact-" he glanced down at the gold watch that hung on his thin wrist, chuckling "-he should be dead any moment now."

a muffled gasp escaped hoseoks mouth, and he felt saliva start to spill down his mouth when he did.
"dirty rat." he muttered scornfully and glared at him as if he were the dirt on his newly shone shoes. still drooling, the boy forced his hands forward, whimpering softly at the dried up wounds breaking and spilling fresh blood over his old blood. a wave of nausea hit him in shocks and his wrist started to smart horribly.

"i better go check just in case." a different, much more muscular man grunted, his expression darkening when he eyed hoseok. "i have a nagging feelin' its lover boy. y'all have your guns on you?"

the two nodded, patting the weapons that, thankfully, were safely stored away in their guards. the leader got up, his two goons simultaneously copying before getting a hard glare thrown their way. "you two will stay here, making sure our hostage doesnt get away. im sure you two have children that dont want to end up as bastards, right?"

hoseok watched the cold interactions between the three men, seeing the smaller two visibly pale in.. shock? fear? both? finally, their awkward staring contest halted and the leader walked out, clicking the door shut behind him.
"when will you guys stop slaving for that guy? you two arent weak- hell just one of your punches knocked me out." hoseok murmured, catching their attention.

"we- we're not slaves." the quietest one spat, venom spreading throughout his face. he'd not said much during the time hoseok was prisoner, and he was quite obviously foreign, not really sporting the korean features the latter had. ask well as that, his accent was thick, his words sort of slurring into one.
"right, right, not slaves." hoseok agreed, nodding before continuing, "dogs."

the foreigner lunged at him, inches away from spearing both his eyes out. the only thing that stopped him from doing so was the fact that he was being pulled back and slapped in the face.
"boss said not too much you shit-head."
"you two have already left scars on him- whats wrong with me adding on one more."

"punches were obviously not on your mind." the other gestured angrily at the knife that was poised directly at his stomach. hoseok breathed a sigh of relief, thankful his eyes were spared. suddenly, another, closer bang was heard. muffled voices, a shuffle of feet.

"sweetheart? where are you?" called out an oh-so-familiar voice. hoseok's breath got stuck in his throat and he was choking, hardly able to talk. when he finally managed to form words, a distressed sob left him as he cried out desperately,

"yoongi!"