♤Intruders♤ BTSxYoongi au

Chapter 5

Inside the mobile home sat a frail boy with his head bowed and his arms bound behind the backrest of the chair. Jungmin's jaw unhinged as he watched through the security camera monitors from inside the house. Jimin stared at the unconscious boy with lust in his gaze.

"My toy's come back," Jimin thought to himself. Taehyung cocked his gun and aimed it at the boy suspiciously. He locked gazes with Namjoon. Namjoon shook his head, immediately knowing what Taehyung wanted to do. As he lowered his gun, the boy shifted in his unconscious state.

All eyes darted towards the male in the trailer as he stirred on the seat. Jungkook climbed into the trailer and effortlessly lifted the chair (with the boy still on it,) and walked to the basement, or as he liked to call it, their 'chamber of torture.'

Transferring the boy from the wooden chair to a stainless steel one bolted onto the ground, Jungkook used rope and slightly rusted metal handcuffs to tie the boy down as he started gaining consciousness again.

"J-Jeon? The fuck are you doing?" The boy rasped out, everyone was startled at how deep and scratchy his voice was, "Where am I?" He struggled against the metal of the handcuffs, nausea punching him in the stomach as he started to hyperventilate.

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Wailing sirens approached the black Honda civic as Yoongi saw flashes of red and blue through his rear view mirror. He sighed and relentlessly pulled the car over beside the sidewalk. The black and white vehicle parked behind him as well. An officer- with long straight black hair down to her waist that's pulled into a tight ponytail and her uniform clad with badges and weapons- exited the police car. She slammed her car door and marched over to the Honda civic.

Knocking on the tinted window, it rolled down and she said, "Sir, you were going ten kilometers past the speed limit. May I see your license and registrations please." Her tone was flat and oozing with boredom, like she's repeated this phrase millions of times, which she most likely has.

"Don't bullshit me. The speed limit is one hundred kilometers per hour and I was only goin' ninety," Yoongi spat while placing his elbow out the open window. The officer's hand glided down towards the gun strapped on her belt.

"Show me your licenses and registrations," The officer stated more firmly again, "The government modified the speed limit to eighty kilometers per hour."

"Noona," Yoongi sighed while rubbing his forehead with the pads of his fingers. He relentlessly handed his paperwork to the officer. She viciously snatched it from his hand and he jerked it away when her long claws nicked his flesh.

"Hands on the wheel... and don't call me that Min, I'm not your fucking noona. You have car insurance?" She flipped through the paperwork and filled out a ticket for him.

"Come on, what did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much?" Yoongi whined and tilted his head like a little mutt, "Noona." The officer whipped out her gun and pointed it at Yoongi.

"Exit the vehicle... now," the officer growled, "you killed my father dipshit." Yoongi stepped out of the car with his hands up in defense, the universal symbol for 'don't shoot.' She slammed his frail body against the hood of the car, he hissed from the impact of cold metal against his skin.

"He's my dad too, and I didn't kill anyone, my parents passed away in a car accident, a-along with Junki..." Yoongi muttered, barely over a whisper. A stray tear escaped his eye as he reminisced the traumatic event. He remembered how Junki tightly hugged his body to shield him from the fire and flying shards of glass. How he screamed in pain and the ringing sirens of ambulance, how he was the only survivor, thanks to Junki.