K-pop fans and the world at large are thrown into turmoil when the rising global sensation Bangtan Sonyeondan, better known as BTS, are kidnapped in the dead of night. As the world reels in confusion, the young men of BTS find themselves living a ni...
T/N:KOREAN VOCABULARY LESSON!!! WOOHOO!!!!! Here are the new words we used this chapter!
● Jinjeonghae: Calm down
● Mianhae: Sorry
● bogo sipda: (literally)'I want to see you', or 'I miss you'
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As far as they could tell they had been trapped in that one room for almost two weeks. The members of BTS had learned to gauge time by the meals they were told to cook every day. as there was no radio or television allowed to them to check if it was morning or afternoon. The first day had been a nightmare none of them had processed until the next day. The third day they had all curled into one another and tried to stay numb to keep their minds and emotions in check. Day four most of them had managed to sleep, and day five they worked themselves into exhaustion, searching every nook and cranny for anything they could use to escape this hell as they prayed this nightmare would end.
Sleep offered only a brief escape from the prison they found themselves in and the tension was growing with every minute that passed. Jin had attempted to keep them occupied by reminding them to clean themselves up, by getting them to help with the chores, and by encouraging them to care for each other. For a while, it gave them something to focus on and a sense of normalcy, however slight. But all things break in the end...even Bangtan Sonyeondan...
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"Yoongi-hyung! Please stop!" Taehyung begged as his lover pulled more of the clothes from the closet and threw them to the floor. Shirts and pants flew around them like leaves in a raging storm.
Both Jimin and Jungkook rose startled from the restless sleep they had fallen into.
"What is this fucking shit!" Yoongi yelled as he pulled more from the closet and threw it into the air. "How long are they going to keep us here?"
"Yoongi!" Jin hissed from his bed, scrambling toward the man in a crouch, looking around the room reflexively, suddenly feeling exposed. "Stop now!" he ordered without much sting.
Yoongi continued to rage, oblivious to his brothers' attempts to stop him. He didn't hear Namjoon calling his name, didn't see the confusion on Jungkook's face, didn't hear Taehyung's mantra whispered like a prayer, begging him to calm down (jinjeonghae...jinjeonghae...jinjeonghae...). All Yoongi could do was see red.
Spotting one of the cameras over the only door in the room, Yoongi grabbed a shirt and tossed it over the camera's body. He was tired of constantly feeling eyes on him, watching everything they did. He had been used to it from fans, it was a part of the life he had chosen as a member of BTS, but this was wrong. Yoongi felt like a zoo animal locked in a cage and now he wanted to throw himself against the bars and rebel.
It was less than a minute before the door burst open, metal clanking loudly in the room as five guards rushed in. Two of them grabbed Yoongi and started dragging him towards the door and out of the room. When Taehyung reached out for Yoongi, he was violently thrown to the ground, pushed away from the man he needed to protect. Taehyung's feet came up as his back slammed into the ground, all of the oxygen knocked from his lungs, leaving him unable to chase after or scream for the man that would have moved heaven and earth to keep Taehyung safe. The man he knew would have killed for him without a second thought. Yet here Taehyung lay, on his back, weak, struggling to breathe, watching with hazy eyes as Yoongi was taken away. And somehow he knew, though not how, that when his love returned, the two of them would be forever changed.
Hoseok and Namjoon both moved as if to come to Yoongi's aid but were stopped by guns pointed directly into their faces. The last thing Yoongi saw as the door closed between him and his family was the terrified looks on the faces he cherished.
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Jin and Jungkook picked Taehyung from the floor, both of them helping him to the nearest bed. Wrapping him in a tight embrace, Jungkook and Jin acted as one to console him, whispering words in his ear and against his neck that the others could not hear.
After a while, when Taehyung's tears stopped and he had fallen asleep between his eldest brother and his youngest, Jimin tiptoed over to the bed upon which they lay.
"Hyung," he whispered. "Is...is he okay?"
Jin could only nod as he carefully sat up.
"Will you lay with him a while?" he asked softly. "I...Namjoon and I..."
Jin didn't know what to say - to do. Their brother had been violently taken and so far not returned.
As much as Jimin didn't want to be in that familiar of a position, he was unwilling to bring the topic up and so he nodded to his hyung, taking Jin's position once he was up, curling around Taehyung as he had so many times before, his hand finding Jungkook's as he held them both close.
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Namjoon stared helplessly at the door, then rushed it and started banging his fists against the steel frame. Hoseok quickly wrapped tight arms around his boyfriend to stop him from hurting himself in his rage.
"Namjoon-ah," Hoseok said softly so that only his love could hear. "It's okay, Namjoon-ah. I'm here. You...you'll be okay."
Namjoon hung his head as he set his jaw, the pieces of his mind already at war with each other as he fought to be the man and leader he was meant to be.
"Breathe with me," Hoseok said, his lips to Namjoon's ear as he held him tight, warm arms trying desperately to ground the man he loved, and feared.
Hoseok had seen Namjoon lose his temper - his very self - once. It wasn't something that he wished to witness again.
With a deflating sigh Namjoon caged his demons once more as he collapsed to the ground, another tally of his failures marked as tears fell from his eyes.
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The two guards dragged a struggling Yoongi into a small room containing only a cot. He was thrown onto the cot cursing them both in Korean and Japanese, hoping to make the cuts stick in some way. The rage overtaking Yoongi was making him reckless in the face of overwhelming danger, but he could not stop himself.
"Motherfuckers!!!! I am going to gut every one of you!!!"
He started to get up from his prone position, but the laughter coming from the two penetrated the wall of his rage, turning it to bone-chilling fear. One spoke with that odd robotic voice and Yoongi understood enough of the English to know that he had put himself into a nightmare that he wasn't going to escape from.
"This one is pretty when he's mad, but that mouth of his... I think we should find something more useful for him to do with it."
Yoongi's eyes widened in horror as one of them stepped towards him, a calloused hand unbuckling his pants. The other just laughed as he pulled the door closed, plunging the room into total darkness.
Yoongi's anguished and pain-filled screams echoed in the otherwise silent hallway.
