BTS Fanfic || Kidnapped ✓

S2: Chapter 3

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Taehyung's POV

Taehyung grabs the axe and instantly began cropping the iron chain, but he began experiencing a burning sensation. The sound of your screams felt like torture and he couldn't think of nothing else but saving you. The deafening sound of your sobs surrounds him, and the pain on his hands gets agonizing with every movement he makes. But he kept going. He doesn't stop and continues to crop on the chain until it finally broke. He threw the axe to the side and pain on his palm seemed to have gotten worse. He could hear Minho laughing maniacally. The horrible sound of his wicked laughter echoing in the room. "Ah Taehyung. I didn't know you possessed it in you."

Taehyung doesn't hesitate and began instantly searching around the room for the key. "You better hurry if you want that antidote." He could hear you crying in agony. The sound of your sobbing echoes in the room and it felt like it was haunting him. He has to find his way out alive to rescue you. He has to get his hands on Minho and execute him once and for all. He continues knocking on the walls, his wounded hands burning painfully but he desperately tries ignoring it.

He suddenly began feeling dizzy. He looked around the room, and everything around him seemed to be moving. He held onto the wall, desperately trying to catch his bearings. "Taehyung, concentrate." He closes his eyes and took deep breaths. The pain in his palm becoming extremely unbearable. He began knocking on the wall, listening carefully for a hollow area. Taehyung could feel the time running out, and he pushes himself to survive.

Minho was mocking Taehyung as he slowly search around the room but little did he know that his taunting was motivating Taehyung. Excitement suddenly engulfed Taehyung's frail body when he discovers a hollow area. He double checks to make sure. He turned around to get the axe but as soon as he performs another step, he falls onto the ground. He looks at the axe and gets up, determines to get it, even though it would cause him pain.

He gradually forced his way to the axe, the chain which was still around his sore neck weighing him down. He finally collects the axe, picking it up, and it was a lot heavier since he was weak. He made his way to the wall, tiredly dragging the behind him. "Tick tock, Taehyung. Tick tock."

He hits the wall with the insufficient strength he has. He doesn't give up and continues fiercely to hit the wall until it began to crumble. The sound of your sobs surrounds him, and he couldn't feel his wounded hand anymore but he faithfully keeps going. "Keep going Tae," he heard you say fiercely and he makes a big enough hole for him to step in. It was pitch-black and its hard for him to identify anything. He gets down onto his knees and inspects the room with his hands. 

The ground was cold and Taehyung's body felt like giving up. He knelt in the darkness, and his breathing was slowly down. Every step he took, felt like an intense effort. "I have to save - save you." Taehyung kept to slowly feel around the room and to his surprise, he felt a small box. He picks it up and carries it out. He carefully opens it and there was the key. He was thrilled to get out, but the room was spinning. He looked anxiously at the door and began desperately to drift towards it.

"I-I'm on way, Y/N." The door seemed like it was moving but he kept going, desperately trying to keep his vision focus. He finally got to the door and put in the key. The blisters on his hand sending pain through his arms. He turns the key opening the door and was greeted by a dim lit hallway. He drops to his knees and looked ahead to discover another door on the other side. But in front of that door was another box. He crawled as fast as he could towards the box, the unbearable pain spreading through the rest of his body.

He was getting feebler as the fierce pain gets intenser. He frantically grabbed onto the box making it fall in front him and opens. A bottle rolls out but before he could snatch it, he was completely on the ground. His hand outstretched to grasp the bottle but his vision was neglecting him. "I have to — sa — save," he says as he stretches more, touching the bottle. He desperately pulls it towards him and tries to unseal it. The cap comes off but before he could bring it to his lips, his eyes closed.