BTS Kidnapped

Part Seven

When he felt the hand grab his neck, Jungkook's first reaction was to struggle but the same inner voice from before warned him not to fight. He found himself pulled against a much larger male form as the hand moved from the back of his neck to encircle his throat. The feel of cold leather against his skin sent fear coursing through Jungkook's veins and his stomach threatened to empty the bile rising in his chest to the floor. His eyes locked onto Jimin's and the sudden rage he saw on his face calmed him enough to settle down.

The same alien sounding voice spoke from one of the men holding a gun on his brothers and Jungkook's heart threatened to pound itself out of his chest.

"I see that you gentleman had some time to look around your accommodations, so now I will explain how things are going to work while you are here."

Jungkook's breath caught in his throat, not from the English words that he only half understood but from the man pressing himself tighter against him. It felt as if the mask was moving slightly back and forth against the back of Jungkook's head. Was this person nuzzling him?

The bile that had settled now started to rise again in his throat and fear brought tears to his eyes.

He could tell from the other's body language that Jimin had seen what the kidnapper holding him was doing and wanted to rush forward. Licking his lips, Jungkook shook his head slightly at Jimin and took a calming breath. The alien voice began speaking again, pulling Jungkook's focus away from Jimin's face.

"You have both food and clothes here; cooking utensils will be provided at mealtimes, and a strict count of them will be kept. Clothes that need cleaning will be piled by the door and if you think you're old enough to shave, razors will be provided as we see fit." The man speaking moved forward, all the while keeping his gun trained on the members of BTS. "Other personal hygiene items are in the bathroom for your use. I suggest that you gentleman not attempt anything stupid as that would force us to punish you."

The man then turned and nodded to the guard holding Jungkook.

There was no time to brace himself or react as Jungkook found himself spun around. The guard struck, swiftly punching him once in the stomach, then across his already tender jaw, making the maknae wonder - not for the first time - whether bones had been broken. As Jungkook hit the floor and lost consciousness he could have sworn that he heard the man whisper, "Sorry baby."

As if nothing had happened, the guards calmly turned and walked out of the room as the members of BTS screamed out for their youngest member.

"JUNGKOOK-AH..." Jimin his arm extended in the younger man's direction, falling to his knees next to Jungkook.

Without thinking, Jimin scooped Jungkook into his arms, rocking back and forth. He could feel the others wrapping themselves around the two of them but his one thought was that someone was going to die for this. Jungkook had always been so unfailingly kind and protective of him - loving, understanding, accepting. His affection hit differently; a touch or look from Jungkook still managed to give Jimin pause. While Jungkook had loved him in ways he had never imagined possible, Jimin had done his very best to reciprocate, helping him with his covers, practicing English with him, even taking an interest in the games he liked. He only had to ignore the fact that he was now being held by the one Jungkook's heart still called out for, Taehyung pressed firmly against him.

Jungkook leaned up and no longer caring who was watching, took Jimin's face gently into his hands, pressing his lips to Jimin's forehead in a reassuring kiss.

"I'm alright," Jungkook whispered. "We will survive this. And we'll all go home together."

 ~oooOooo~

The rage flowing through his body was like liquid fire. He watched the camera feed as the two young men huddled together on the bed; the others having drifted away to sit at the table in the middle of the room. He didn't have the presence of mind to focus the kitchen microphone on the five at the table as his rage-filled gaze watched Jimin tenderly caress the jaw he had struck less than a half an hour ago.

"Jungkook-ah, are you really okay?"

Jimin couldn't tear his eyes from the bruise he could see forming on Jungkook's jaw. The sight of his best friend, one of the only people who could keep him grounded, one of only two who had ever owned his heart, hurt and bruised, was more than he could handle. Everything from the past day was flooding into his system and he felt his body shutting down. All Jimin wanted to do was close his eyes, and let the world fade away.