Kidnapped(Jikook)

Chapter 1:

Jimin sat with his legs crossed. The grass beneath him was like a soft blanket, providing warmth and a sense of security. It's 7:40 am and he had been sitting in the central park with his back up against the tree for 30 minutes already. The book in his lap, Left Neglected, requiring his full attention. The slight breeze made him shutter yet never enough to steal his attention for more than a second.

DING!

The chime of his phone made a chill wash down his spine. Like the first few seconds before an all-out catastrophe. Biting his lip, he decided to ignore it. After all, it couldn't be him, right? He had just changed his number yesterday! He hadn't even giving it to his parents yet!

DING!

DING!

DING!

Shakley putting the book in his lap he pulled out his phone. 'You look so peaceful.' 'Stop biting your lip, it's killing me.' 'God, you're so beautiful.' 'Baby boy stop ignoring me.'

Trembling slightly, it couldn't be him. He had just changed his number.

'I'm sorry I think you have the wrong number.' He typed, having to double back to fix multiple spelling errors do to his jittery finger.

'Did you really think that changing your number would make me go away, love? :)'

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Jimin shuffled into the studio, a duffle bag hung over his shoulder. Eyes trailing around the classroom. "Sorry I'm late hyung." He walked up to Hoseok with an apologetic look on his face.

"Yah, just go get changed." He ruffled Jimin's fluffy blonde locks.

"Yes Hobi hyung."

"And Chim," Hobi called causing Jimin to stop and turn to him. "Try not to come in late anymore, okay?"

"Yes hyung!"

In the locker room, Jungkook was already waiting. His locker was right next to Jimin's, as requested, making it fairly easy to watch the younger. After all, he couldn't let someone else view his Jimin like this.

When Jimin entered the room Jungkook couldn't help but bite his lip. He was already dressed, so he pretended to be on his phone.

"Good morning Hyung." Jimin smiled at him and Jungkook couldn't help but stare for a second.

"Morning, Jimin-ah." He greeted, pretending to look down at his phone as the younger opened his locker. Jimin shuffled around a minute before he stripped off his shirt.

His soft milky skin makes Jungkook want to drool, and his six-pack killed, god the boy was too much. His baby is perfect. Almost pouting when Jimin slipped the baggy shirt on Jungkook waited precisely 3 minutes before following the younger out.

Jimin dropped into splits, leaning forward to get a deeper stretch. He could feel eyes on him but he ignored it.

Jungkook glared at the people who were staring at his Angel with predatory eyes. Who did they think they are! Jimin is his and his alone!

"Okay, class!" Hoseok cheerfully stated.