BTS Kidnapped

Part Seventy-Seven

Summary:

Mass upload here we go!

I'm so, SO, sorry that I fell behind on my own personal posting schedule but I got a kick-ass 4 days without the kid and so I cleaned house and did a whole day of research for this story and honestly time just got away from me!

That being said, buckle up y'all, it's coming!

HAPPY (LATE) GOOD FRIDAY Y'ALL!

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Notes:

T/N: KOREAN VOCABULARY LESSON!!! WOOHOO!!!!! Here are the new words we used this chapter!

* Nan gwaenchanh-a: 'I'm fine.

* Wae: (informal) Why?

* Wae-yo: the formal version of 'wae'. Usually used in moments of anger, confusion, and pure disbelief.

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A new day dawned, and with it, the tension running through the compound was close to the breaking point.

None of the members of BTS said a word as Gregor brought their breakfast supplies along with another guard and pulled Taehyung roughly from the cell. Only Hoseok had reacted to the look of terror that crossed Taehyung's face but Namjoon held him back, refusing to let his lover interfere. Namjoon and Yoongi believed that whatever horror Taehyung was about to face was no less than what he deserved and even if Hoseok and the others didn't agree, Namjoon would make sure the man paid the piper.

Once Gregor had his prey in the hallway, he decided a small detour was in order to ensure this vile thing before him broke completely.

Kim Taehyung was the reason his master's perfect, perfect jewel, was hurting. And in Gregor's mind, no one had the right to hurt the angel that was Park Jimin. No one except Master Sven, but soon even that would change. When the time was right, and the world around them burned, Gregor would take Jimin for his very own and show him what it really meant to be adored.

Taehyung immediately noticed that they were going in a different direction than the guilded prison room that had become associated with his degradation and torture and for a moment, everything in him froze. He was not 'stupid' or 'alien' or 'aloof' as people thought him to be. He had seen the looks the Russian guard had given Jimin - different than the possessiveness that Sven showed... almost akin to love - and for a moment, he wondered just what the man before him would do to keep his brother for himself.

"Have you nothing to say, Kim Taehyung?" Gregor asked, contempt flowing from his tone like piercing daggers.

Taehyung could only shake his head, his mind wild with thoughts of the new nightmares he could face.

"Master did not say you must join him in his rooms straight away," Gregor said, the words sending a shiver of fear down Taehyung's spine. "And I am sure that he is in need of his perfect jewel. You do not mind the stop on your way, yes?"

Taehyung was brought up short at what the Russian had said.

Was he really going to get Jimin from wherever he was?

Would Taehyung really be allowed to see him?

What would they say to one another after everything that had happened?

Would they even be able to say anything at all?

Before he knew it, Taehyung was stopping in the hallway, watching an unremarkable door open, Park Jimin being led out of the unidentified room by his master's female guard.