Blue Eyed Boy. (j.jk x k.th)

Three: Drowning on dry land

Jeongguk jerked forwards, gasping for air as a sudden cold drenched his face and shoulders. He began to hack out the water he gasped in, grimacing, and found he had been blindfolded and bound to a chair. He wasn't sure how long he had been out, but his side felt a lot better, however his back seared with pain from his arms being tied behind the chair.

"Nice, great way to wake up. Thanks for that." He said hoarsely, a scowl on his face. He was in a shirt. Had he been in a shirt when he had passed out? No, he didn't think so. The air smelt like a spa, satsuma or something similar, and he knew he was somewhere else. The gentle hum of a fan, and people were the only sounds he could hear.

"I'll make sure to be more considerate next time." A voice snorted, chuckling, and the sound of what Jeongguk presumed was a bucket was dropped on the ground a few feet away. 

"Hello, Jeon Jeongguk. Only son of Jeon Jibeom, Leader of the Jackal gang, largest gang in Seoul for at least fifty years. You have committed murder, assault, battery, kidnapping, and have contributed to the drug cartel, drug trafficking, human trafficking, scamming, and rigged online gambling. You-" A new voice began, cold and sharp.

"That's not true." Jeongguk interjected, voice coarse, fingers twisting at the rope binding his hands.

"Which part, Jeon?" The same voice, sharp, cool.

"I don't have anything to do with the drug cartel, human trafficking, or technology part of the Jackals-"

"You're the son of the man in charge of it all. You are heir to it all. Really expect me to believe that?" The voice spoke again, curious.

Jeongguk clenched his jaw.

"Here are your options, Jeon Jeongguk. You can either give us the information we want and then we shoot you, you can either give us the information we want and then we hold you for ransom, or you can give us the information we want and we keep you as our guest."

"What if I don't give you the information you want?" Jeongguk tested, fingers still working on the rope behind him.

"We'll get it from you. Don't worry."

A click sounded, a door opening, and a new voice spoke. "Namjoon, he's getting out of his ties."

So they do have cameras on him, and this mans name was Namjoon. Namjoon, Jimin, Yoongi.

"Impressive." Namjoon spoke, a little bit of a smile in his voice. "Hoseok, use the zip ties."

"On it," the same one that threw the water at him spoke up. Hoseok. Namjoon. Yoongi. Jimin. Jeongguk repeated the names in his mind quietly.

As the footsteps drew nearer Jeongguk waited. Then, once the boy was close enough to hear his breathing, Jeongguk moved.

moving fast, he grabbed the chair and turned, slamming it into the 'Hoseok', then ripped off his blindfold, eyes fiery. Three other people were in the room. The one coming for him fastest was Yoongi, and Jeongguk spun, throwing a punch that Yoongi jumped out of the way of. When Yoongi retaliated, Jeongguk grabbed his fist and pulled, flipping the boy over his shoulder and slamming him into the ground. Turning, Hoseok was back on his feet, a slim and very fit boy with the body of a fighter, chocolate, smooth hair, and a warm face. When the boy came for him, he was harder to fight with. Sending a kick to his knee, he threw his own knee into the boys face, and then-

red hot searing pain from his back shot through his body like fire, and he let out a painful cry before crippling down to his knees. A finger, digging into the wound in his back, hitting every nerve in his body it felt like, and spots clouded his vision from the pain. Despite his struggles, his wrists were zip tied, and when he tried to make a bridge with his hands through the pain, the boy snorted, and crushed his hands together.