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...
The opening of the steel door woke both Jin and Yoongi, who had fallen asleep on the bed closest to it, holding one another. Neither of them remembered how they had ended up in each other's arms and neither of them cared; the stress that their new existence was taking on their bodies masked their short term memories, trying to protect them, to stop the day-to-day terrors from taking root. All they could remember was Jimin and the indescribable loss that persisted in the pits of their stomachs.
The two rose in panic at the sight of Sven with a group of people they had not seen before.
"I understand that some of you are under the weather," the man who owned them said, his lip curling up in distaste. "Today we will skip Jung Hoseok, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook. However, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, and Min Yoongi will present themselves immediately."
The three in question moved forward, remembering Mathan's words of caution about this man. Jin felt Yoongi take his hand and he, in turn, grabbed Namjoon's.
The man simply smiled at their entwined hands, a dangerous sparkle in his eyes.
"All of you are looking a little worse for wear," Sven said with a disappointed click of his tongue. "My stylists are going to remedy that. They are going to groom you and take care of your appearance; much like your stylists would back home."
Sven walked up to Jin and took a lock of hair between his fingers, frowning at the long, dark brown roots and shaggy cut..
"What were those people thinking, Kim Seokjin? Blonde is not a color you should ever be forced to wear," the Russian man chided.
Moving back, Sven ordered his people to give the three the full treatment, including taking their hair back to their natural colors. He did this in Korean, to Bangtan's collective surprise.
They were further horrified to see another person walk in with a chair that Sven promptly sat down in. But it was the sight of Jimin walking in dressed as if he had just stepped off one of their stages and sitting down on the man's lap that broke their hearts all over again.
Jimin's hair was gunmetal grey, his eyes their natural brown, lips painted pink and eyes done in a smoky blend of shadows. His dress pants were freshly pressed, shoes polished, silk shirt tailored just for him. And his jewelry - it was as it had been all those months before - chains in his ears, rings on every finger, and the addition of a choker around his neck. It was the only piece of jewelry his brothers had never seen before. They automatically knew where he had gotten it from: the monster - that bastard - the one who had taken their brother away from them.
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Taehyung watched in horror as Jimin nodded his head in response to whatever Sven had whispered to him as he hooked an arm around the monster's neck. But it was Jimin's other arm that caught his attention, hanging limply off his lap. Jimin's fingers were curved in the heart symbol they always used. He looked up in time to see Jimin glancing in his direction and as their eyes met, the dancer gave the slightest nod before looking back at the monster and smiling.
