BTS Kidnapped

Part Eighty-Seven

Summary:

HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY WHO TURNED 12 YESTERDAY!!!

Sorry I didn't get an update in sooner!

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Notes:

***DISCLAIMER***

TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!! Are as FOLLOWS:

· Mentions/thoughts of self harm

· Mentions/thoughts of suicide

· Written word that could be interpreted as a suicide/goodbye letter

PLEASE!!! DO! NOT! READ! if this will harm or affect you! 

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***DISCLAIMER: If you have thoughts of suicide or self-harm please reach out to someone. I am by no means a professional but I will always be here to listen. For professional help (in America), please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at: or visit them at . If you need help finding someone to talk to, I would (judgement free) be willing to help the best that I can. Always remember to call and check on your friends. Again!!! PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM/SUICIDE WILL AFFECT YOU!!!***

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All of the members froze when the door burst open, looks of surprise and fear etched onto various faces, their hearts all racing a million miles an hour.

"We are out of here in six days or less," Mathan said, giving none of them a chance to speak. "I need you guys to start preparing yourselves. Eat as much as you can and rest as much as you can. When I give you the signal I want all of you to layer up on clothes without being obvious. I am going to get your shoes and sneak them to you as soon as I can. Keep them hidden until I tell you to put them on. And then there's..."

Jimin's letter had been burning a hole in Mathan's pocket. He had been waiting for the right moment to give it to them, looking at each of them in turn, trying to decide which one to hand it to, but none of them seemed right. They were all closed off in their own ways, all stressed and anxious and in their own heads. But he had to give it to them. He owed Jimin that much.

Mathan placed the folded letter on the table with care, pressing the folds down once before removing his hand entirely.

Bangtan looked at the folded paper on the table, each of their minds questioning what it was, what it could mean.

"... Jimin wanted you to have this."

Jungkook leaned in but hesitated... they all did. Something about getting a note from Jimin, his words delivered by courier instead of by his own hand, his own mouth, felt wrong. Felt terrifying. When he finally got his nerve to reach for it, Namjoon had taken it up into his big hands and begun unfolding it.

Mathan kept talking knowing he shouldn't, knowing he should let them have time to digest Jimin's words. He would give them the time they needed - would not rob them of that. But before he left he had to prepare them for what was to come.

"When I grab Jimin and give my friends a signal this place is going up in flames, so I need you guys ready to go," Mathan continued. "Namjoon and Yoongi...you stay with me. Jin and Hoseok will make sure Taehyung and Jungkook don't get lost. I'll meet you six at the rendezvous point with Jimin. I need the seven of you not to fight until I have you in the clear. I know I'll have to fight when we get outside. I need you guys to be able to hold it together - I can't worry about you being at each other's throats when we bust through that door."