BTS Kidnapped

Part Thirty-Four

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

l Naleul naebeolyeodwo: Leave me alone!

l Malhaebwa: 'Say me'

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Jin sat on the edge of the bed doing his best to keep from throwing up because of the pain running through his head. He didn't think he had ever had a headache this bad; his vision was fading in and out, and there was a loud ringing in his ear. The doctor had looked him over, telling him that he had a mild concussion and ordered Namjoon to keep an eye on him.

The creepy doctor had just finished looking over Taehyung and had moved over to Hoseok when Jin took his first real look around the room. It was then that he realized one of their members was missing.

Grabbing Namjoon's arm to get his attention, Jin whispered, "Where is Jimin?"

The devastated look on his leader's face sent Jin's heartbeat into overdrive.

"Joon-ah..." he asked again. "Where is...is he...?" Jin's voice cracked with emotion, fearing the worst.

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Hoseok screamed in the background as the doctor applied pressure, the smirk on his face revealing a sadism that would reside in the dancer's nightmares forever. It was over - Hoseok knew it. There would be no more dancing, no more performing - nothing else of what made him who he was. He would never be able to stand on stage next to his brothers and amaze the crowds with a control of his body that rivaled even contemporary dance greats. He knew it, the second the blade pierced his leg, he knew it was finished, but oh how he hoped he was wrong. Oh how he mourned what once was.

Namjoon could only look on as his lover wailed, trying desperately to lock eyes with him, to soothe him in some way, but finding it impossible to catch his gaze. Hobi was lost... and so was he.

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Namjoon shook his head 'no' as tears streamed down Jin's face.

"No, hyung," Namjoon said softly, "Jiminie isn't dead. But...he might wish he was." Namjoon hung his head in defeat. "It was just a trap. A game. The new one had Jimin taken away for - for himself," Namjoon had to swallow down the bile rising in his throat. "This is my fault," he continued, "I decided that we should run and now Jimin will pay the price."

Jin wrapped his arms around Namjoon as the other broke down completely, his own tears falling.

The doctor finished with Hoseok's leg while one of the new guards reminded them, in perfect Korean, that they were to clean themselves up and change clothes. They were also informed that a hot meal was being brought in for them.

Jungkook, now awakened from his forced sleep, but not yet recovered from the blow to his heart, moved to take a shower, dirt and leaves in his hair from being rendered unconscious and thrown to the ground.

Yoongi, only slightly recovered from the shock he had been in, carefully helped Taehyung get a shower, his eyes raking over his lover's tortured frame, looking for any new injuries the man might have received from their attempted escape and recapture.

Namjoon went to Hobi, his hands shaking. Hobi was curled into himself, his breathing erratic. A sheen of sweat covered his forehead. Under different circumstances, Namjoon would have patted him on the back, congratulated him on a great performance - seeing Hoseok transform on stage was a sight to behold; Hoseok never ceased to amaze Namjoon, both as a dancer and a rapper. The sweat on his brow would have been welcomed, would have been the proof of a job well done. But now the sweat represented pain, and as much as Namjoon didn't want to believe it, it represented loss.