Serendipity •|• Jimin FF✔️

15

~October 10th - 6:30am~
We just landed in Saudi Arabia's capital city.
"Ah I'm so tired~" I whined as I dragged my suitcase over to the van with the boys.
"We can sleep once we get into the hotel." Jin said as we put our suitcases into the back of the van.
"But we still have to unpack~" I whined again and Taehyung pulled me into a hug between him and Jungkook.
"Jimin hyung will do that for you! Won't you hyungie?" Jungkook asked Jimin as we got in.
"Oh yeah sure, of course. Anything for the love of my life." Jimin smiled.

~Time Skip~
"Earth to y/n, we've arrived at the hotel." I heard Yoongi's voice but refused to open my eyes.
"Carry." I mumbled and a chuckle was heard.
"Chim come get yo girl." Yoongi chuckled and I was soon in someone's arms, who I immediately recognised as Jimin's. I snuggled into his hold as he carried me to the elevator.
"Don't worry about your stuff baby. I already brought both of our suitcases up." Jimin said.
"Thank you oppa, what floor?" I asked in a quiet voice.
"We're all on the top floor, floor 6." Jimin replied and the elevator stopped then the doors opened.

Jimin used a key card to unlock our door before stepping in and locking it again.
"You rest in bed for a bit and I'll unpack before joining you." Jimin said and lowered me down onto the bed. I opened my eyes and ran them over his face.
"You look cute today oppa." I smiled and he kissed my cheek.
"Thank you, you always look adorable." Jimin replied and I blushed a little. "I'm gonna unpack now. Try and get to sleep baby girl." Jimin smiled and I sleepily kicked my clothes off until I just had a vest and underwear on. I rolled myself under the bed sheets then got comfy before attempting to fall asleep.

After 5 or 6 attempts I just gave up and watched Jimin unpack our suitcases which didn't hold much.

When he finished he looked over at me to find me sleepily looking right back at him.
"Baby, could you not sleep?" Jimin asked as he got under the covers with me.
"I can't sleep without cuddling you." I mumbled and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Well you should be able to sleep now. We might need to practice later so if you wake up and none of us are in our rooms don't worry." Jimin explained and I nodded.

~Time Skip~
I woke up again a few hours later making it half 11. Jimin wasn't beside me anymore but there was a note on the pillow.
Dear y/n, as you've probably guessed, we are out practicing. We will probably be back at around 6 or 7pm. You can come and watch us if you want, we're at the King Fahd International Stadium. Lots of love Jimin.
Aww he's so sweet.
"I guess I'll just stay here for a bit." I said out loud.

I listened to some songs by random Kpop groups for a bit before having a look on Wattpad. I found two good looking books called 'Red Light' and 'Just A Fan' and read them both all the way through as they're not finished yet. Even though they're not finished I really like them.

After about an hour of listening to random songs and reading random fan fics I ended up getting dressed and ready to go see the boys. I brushed my hair and made my clothes from the flight look more presentable. I then put my phone in my zip up jacket pocket then left the hotel.

As I walked down to the exit of the hotel I caught sight of someone staring at me. I just ignored them and carried on walking. When I exited I was dragged into an alley way and saw the same guy from before towering above me.
"Can I help you?" I asked and the guy took his black hood down making me gasp.

"Chulsoo! What the fuck are you doing here?! Why did you follow and stalk me?!" I shouted at him and pushed him away.
"I still want you and you're not getting away from me this time." He said and pressed a cloth to my mouth, which obviously had a sleeping drug on it, and I passed out into his arms.

~Third Person POV~
~A Week Later~
Y/n has been missing for a week and BTS have had to return to Seoul, much to their dismay and pleads to stay in Saudi Arabia. The members have still had to work without her. They're all extremely sad but Jimin is the worst, blaming himself for what had happened.