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"listen
i stand up for myself
you can't stop that"

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I woke up to the worse headache, my whole head throbbing, my brain feeling like it's barely hanging on. But a soft melody managed to calm it down, maybe for only a second, but it was a second worth remembering.

Butterfly.

Jimin is singing Butterfly. He knows that's my favorite.

Forcing my eyes open caused my head to burn even more, a soft ringing in my ears.

"Fuck." I cursed, my hand coming to rub my head. But it was intercepted by another, their hand shaking.

"Minjee, don't touch it." It was Hoseok, his voice shaking. "We are trying to cover the wound." That's when blood traced down from my head, the memory of our kidnappers hitting me with a crowbar coming back.

"Jimin..." I looked around for his eyes, something I can feel comfort in. I received my wish and a smile came with it. A sad smile. "How bad is it?"

"Babe-"

"Don't lie to me." I warned, glaring up at him, my lip trembling in fear. "How, bad?" Jimin took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"It's really bad."

I clenched my teeth and watched as Yoongi wrapped my head with real medical wrap. "Where did you get that?" Yoongi didn't pause, not paying any attention to me, just focusing on the task at hand.

"The kidnappers gave it to us." Taehyung spoke up from behind the older ones, him and Jungkook shunned from the medical group. "They said if it isn't covered, it would get really infected and really bad."

"They talked to you guys?" I looked up at Jin and Hoseok, Jimin leaning down to kiss my cheek, rubbing my hand. "Did they hurt you?"

"Calm down Minjee." Jin warned, his face dirtied and a little bruised. "There was a note and supplies when we woke up. And we only got bruised from fighting them yesterday."

"Yesterday?!" I tensed, the time scaring me. "How long have I been out?" Hoseok glanced at his watch, grimacing.

"About nine hours."

I crossed my arms and glared at the ground, Yoongi not even hesitating as he wrapped my head, over and over and over. "Where are we?" I looked up at Jin for an answer, trusting him as the oldest. But then something hit me. Something was, different. "Where's Namjoon?" I sat up quickly, Yoongi gasping while I hissed in pain.

"I'm right here." He walked into the room, his arms crossed. "I was looking around this place."

"No!" I pointed my finger at him, my eyes watering. "You do not go off by yourself, understood?" Namjoon took a step back, eyeing me weirdly.

"Min, it's okay, I was only-"

"No!" I shouted, my finger wavering as tears fell down my face. "I can't have them hurt you! Understood?"

"Minjee I was fine!" Namjoon yelled back, throwing down his jacket in anger. I tried to get up, about to scream at Namjoon face to face, but Jimin and Hoseok held me back, saying nonsense words about me needing to take it easy.

"Guys..." Jungkook's voice was but a whisper in my ears, my head hurting too much to notice anything but my anger and concern.

"You could've die!" I finally allowed Jimin to pull me back into a hug, my eyes still locked on Namjoon.

"They wouldn't do that!" Namjoon surged forward, but Jin cut him off, pushing him until his back hit the wall.

"Just listen to her, okay?" I heard him speak quietly, Namjoon's wild eyes on Jin. "She has a point." Namjoon slowly relaxed, Jin's presence doing its job. I felt Yoongi pin the end of the wrap to finish his job, just before there was a gunshot. We all screamed and covered our heads as an instinct.

"On the ground!" A voice threatened, his voice almost as deep as Taehyung's. "Now before I actually hit my shot!" Jimin's arms retreated from my body as we both moved to lay on the ground, this all feeling unreal.

"Oldest to youngest!" Another voice demanded, their footsteps as loud as bombs with my ear to the floor. "Stand up and get in a chair!" That's when I noticed the wooden chairs against one of the walls. I knew I saw them earlier. Jin managed to get to his feet, his hand up, his eyes low, walking slow to the chairs. The minute he sat down, one of the men tied him up, the bonds tight. And the rest of the guys followed suit, all moving at the same speed. It was fine until I didn't get up.

"Girl, get up." The third guy finally spoke, him lazily leaning against the wall

"No." I sat up, glaring at the three men. They were outnumbered my numbers, but we were outnumber by power, all of them carrying at least three guns each. They're just going to hurt us if we get in those chairs. Then I did a thing that I know will piss them off. I grinned."You're going to have to fucking drag me into one of those chairs." All three men looked at one another, silently agreeing with a nod while the guys looked at me, their eyes wide.

"Alright Little Girl." One of stalked towards me, rolling up his sleeves. I leaned backwards and kicked him right in the balls, him doubling over immediately. Surprising me, he regained his strength and stood up, kicking me across the face.

"Minjee!" Jungkook screamed, fighting against his bonds, blood heating my whole face as I felt a loose tooth with my tongue.

"Get up." He growled and pulled me up, but I sunk my teeth into his arm, biting as hard as I could. I just gotta knock them out and get us out of here. Only three. Only three.

Three more came into the room. Two men dragged me to a chair, my head banging too much for me to even tell my left from my right. But my ears worked.

"Oh you son of a bitches!" Jin growled, his voice getting loud with each word until it was a shout. "You keep your hands off her! Understand me?" He slammed against his chair, the plastic bonds cutting into his wrists.

"Minjee, Minjee, hey." Yoongi spoke softly from beside me, nudging his chair closer to me, inch by inch. "Please open your eyes, you have to keep your brain active, okay?" I groaned and let my head flop back, the bandage feeling loose since my hit. I cried out in pain after one of the men pulled my zip ties too tight, my hands throbbing from the loss of blood flow.

"Why would you kidnap us," I couldn't keep my mouth closed. No this is out of control. "Put us in a room and let us around freely only to tie us up to chairs later?" I spat blood at one of the men. "Are you guys getting confused? Do you need a monkey to give you commands?" I grinned as one of the men tried to get to me, but another held him back, making me smile even more.

"No." One of them spoke, a hint of dominance coming from him. "Because we need to start our live stream." He stepped away, revealing a camera, pressing the red button, the camera starting its stream.

"Beg for your lives."

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