BTS Kidnapped

Part Eleven

T/N: KOREAN VOCABULARY LESSON!!! WOOHOO!!!!! Here are the new words we used this chapter!

● Gae-sae-kki: The equivalent of "". Literally means of a dog. As such, this is something you say to someone (primarily men) who has pissed you off.

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Mathan stood quietly in the back of the room as their team leader berated two of his men.

"What the fuck were you two thinking? When I said to punish them if they caused problems, I meant a few punches, kicks, maybe a broken finger or toe. At no time did I say ANY of you could rape them. Those boys are no good to us if they are so broken that they can't be returned." The leader growled at the stupidity these two were showing. "What about you, Mathan?"

Startled by the sound of his name, Mathan looked at their leader, a man he had the misfortune of calling Father.

"Sir?" He questioned.

"Were you a part of this?" His father demanded.

"No sir, I was not. I was in the control room monitoring the web, news sites, law enforcement, as well as fan sites and social media. Then I went to gather the utensils they needed to make dinner. It was when I got to their room that I noticed one of them was missing. I radioed and was told that the BTS member Min Yoongi had acted out and been placed in a solitary room for a few hours to quiet him down."

Mathan managed to keep his growing contempt, not only for the men in this room but the mission as a whole, out of his voice. Mathan couldn't stop his mind from flashing on the memory of Kim Seokjin and the hate he had directed at him. The look Jin had given him had burned into Mathan as the young man had thrust the container with the cooking utensils into his chest. The beautiful young man had whispered something under his breath with such venom it burned his ears.

GAE-SAE-KKI.

"It is time for me to relieve Carl in the control room if you are done with me?" Mathan said to his father, ignoring the word echoing in his mind, reverberating, repeating, driving him mad.

"Yes. Go. I still need to have a talk with these two idiots."

Mathanwas out the door before his father finished his sentence.

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In the control room, Carl had just finished reviewing all the data from the SIM card of Kim Namjoon's phone. They had destroyed all of BTS' phones but kept the cards for the contact information. Carl was trolling the pictures; always looking for one sweet face in particular. Every picture of Jungkook warmed his blood more and more.

Carl put the SIM card belonging to Park Jimin into the computer and started the program that would bypass any encryption, waiting impatiently to see what kind of pictures the pretty little thing had of his angel. Carl felt himself stir. He wouldn't mind seeing the two of them together, skin glistening with sweat, legs tangled together, hands roaming. Carl indulged the thought for a moment, a lascivious smile creeping over his parted lips as his mind forced the boys into position after position. No, he wouldn't mind that at all.

He jumped when the computer beeped, pulling away from his daydream. The card was ready to be viewed. As he had done with the others, he downloaded the photos to his personal tablet to review at his leisure. He had a feeling that those photos would be far more personal and intimate, and it made him hate the boy Jimin more even as giddy anticipation swelled in his stomach.

He had just put his tablet away when his nephew walked in.

"Daddy hand you your ass?" Carl sneered at Mathan.