BTS Kidnapped

Part Seventy-Nine

Summary:

So with Easter came my sweet Andy's 7th Angelversary. And in light of it all, to keep myself busy, I decided to give you a gift (even if it is one day late).

For those of you who don't know who Andy is, please refer to my chapter entitled 'Grieve Beautifully'.

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Notes:

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

· Ublyudok: (Russian) 'ублюдок' 'bastard' or 'mongrel'

· shlyukha: (Russian) 'шлюха' Whore

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As Jimin's screams continued to echo through the compound, the remaining prisoners of Bangtan Sonyeondan turned in cold fury to look at the traitor in their midst.

"What the fuck happened to Jiminie?" Yoongi growled as he took a menacing step towards his former lover, one hand raised in the air as if to strike the man before him.

"I d-d-on't know. I-" Taehyung said, not understanding how Yoongi could level the question at him when they were standing in the same room when Jimin's blood-curdling scream resounded in the air.

"No? You didn't betray him? Tell Sven where to pinch to hurt him most? And why not? You're good at giving secrets away, aren't you?"

Yoongi took another step toward Taehyung, causing him to scramble backwards, stumbling over the bed behind him and slamming against the wall behind it hard.

"Where is Jungkookie?" Namjoon spat, his eyes dangerous and dark as he considered his dongsaeng, something sinister lurking just beneath the surface of his gaze.

Nineteen had found another target - another outlet to use for his escape from Namjoon's mind.

"I--"

Taehyung looked around the room in fear, unsure of how to answer the questions he really did not have the answers to.

"What did you tell your 'master', Taehyung-ah?" Yoongi asked, his voice sickly sweet.

"I...I didn't tell him anything!" Taehyung stuttered, tears coming to his eyes as he felt fear seize his heart, possess it.

He had never seen his brothers this angry, not even when they endured disdain from their sunbaes in the industry or had been ridiculed on variety shows. He had, most assuredly, never seen their anger turned on him with such intensity. He didn't see a way out... didn't know if there should be one anyway.

"I..."

Taehyung looked around for understanding, for kindness in at least one of his brother's eyes as he tried to think of what to say.

"Jiminie..."

"Don't you dare call him so fondly," Yoongi hissed. "You've betrayed us all to be some devil's whore. You don't get to speak his name like that with the same mouth you used to suck that bastard's dick."

"Cha--hyung..." Taehyung breathed, stuttering over his words, flinching in horror when Yoongi spat at him, the elder giving his dongsaeng a contemptuous glare before pulling away at the sound of the door.

"Guess your master wants his little bitch again," Yoongi laughed, a painful smirk distorting his features. "We wouldn't want to keep you from getting your bone now would we?"