Forced to be Strong [namjin] *sequel to FTBM* ✔️

.04

Seokjin's POV

After a week and a half, everything was slowly going back to normal, almost like the incident didn't happen.

I had a long day at the bakery and all I wanted to do was go home and sleep. Both Yoongi and Hoseok had the day off, so it was just me and Minhyuk baking and dealing with customers. As soon as it was time for me to go home, I run out of there and towards my car, getting in and turned the car on.

I drove away from the bakery and down the busy road. I didn't leave down the street from the bakery anymore, which I missed very much, but things happened and needed to move.

On the way home, I decided to stop by our favorite pizza place and buy a few boxes of pizza, the boys would love that so much. I knew I was going to be too lazy to cook, so this pizza would be enough for fill their stomachs.

Once I picked up the pizza, which took a while from the pizza place being so busy, I got back in the car and drove off back home.

As I turned down the street, I saw a police car in front of the house, instantly making me worried. I parked and turned off the car, forgetting all about pizza and rushed into the house. I unlocked the door with shaky hands and opened the door.

The first thing I saw was all five boys tied up with duct tape on their mouths, looking absolutely terrified.

Before I could react, I felt a gun being pointed on the side of my head.

"Close the door and lock it. If you scream, they die. If you run, they die. If you even think about calling the police, they die. Do I make myself clear?"

I looked to my left and saw his face, that face that haunt my dreams for many years. Although he looked slightly older, he still looked the same, but with black hair and a lot more muscles.

"N-Namjoon?" I finally said, my voice shaking.

"It's nice seeing you again, baby, I really missed you." He said. "Now shut the door and lock it, so we can have a talk."

I did what he told me to do, not wanting to get him angry.

"Now go sit in that chair." He said, pointing at the chair in the corner of the room.

I nodded and slowly walked over to the chair, sitting down and looking at him, my body still shaking. I wasn't going to ask him why he was here, because I know why he's here.

He grabbed a chair from the kitchen and put it right in front of me.

"Do you know why I'm here?" He asked, the gun still pointing at me.

"No." I lied.

"I think you do." He chuckled, then turned back to being serious. "I'm here to get my family back, and this time, you're not running away from me, I'll make sure of that." He said.

I held in my tears, knowing that's what he wanted to see.

"Y-You're suppose to be in prison, h-how are you here?" I asked, trying to control my breathing, but it wasn't working.