BTS Kidnapped

Part Ninety-Four

Summary:

I am so, SO sorry this is late! Ugh. Life has been HELL.

Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY (May 27th) @Chey21! I hope it was a good one!

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"I've been here before, But always hit the floor. I've spent a lifetime runnin', And I always get away. But with you I'm feeling something, That makes me want to stay. I'm prepared for this. I never shoot to miss. But I feel like a storm is coming, If I'm gonna make it through the day, Then there's no more use in runnin', This is something I gotta face..."

Everything Mathan had planned was going to Hell.

Kim Taehyung was missing.

Park Jimin was still in the hands of a monster.

Lines had been drawn between Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon and the rest of the members of the group he was desperately trying to save.

Somewhere in the middle of making his plans, Mathan Foley realized there were no plans to make.

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FLASHBACK

Days had passed since he had checked on the members of BTS. Between being injured and almost dying, and trying to make sure his final preparations were a go, Mathan had forgotten there were other people still involved. Finishing his rounds for the day, he quickly made his way to the room his targets were in.

Mathan didn't bother to knock before opening the door and was highly surprised when he was immediately confronted by Jung Hoseok.

The man before him was fighting back tears, fear so clearly written across his features.

"Mathan-ah..." Hoseok breathed. "Taehyungie..."

Mathan was immediately on alert as he looked around, counting heads and coming up short.

"Where is he?" Mathan asked as he tried not to panic.

"We don't know..." Hoseok answered. "Please...please find him," he begged, choking on a sob. "Please...find Taehyungie. That guard took him. And then...he was...he just kept screaming and...he hasn't come back. It's been days, Mathan-ah..."

"What guard?" Mathan asked as panic threatened to consume him. He still wasn't well enough to handle much. "When?"

"That woman," Hoseok answered quickly.

"Shit," Mathan breathed as he dropped the supplies he had in his hands. "Why didn't anyone say anything?"

"None of us knew where you were..." Hoseok said as he dropped his head.

"I'm here now," was all Mathan said.

Mathan had been there all along.

Sick.

Wounded.

Planning.

Coordinating.

Sneaking.

Mourning a life he would never live.

In that distracted state, he had missed something so very important. The thought made his stomach turn.

"I think...all of us...we think...that he's...dead..."

"No," Mathan said, sounding sure when he was everything but.

"You...you must not have heard him scream," Hoseok whispered, haunted by the memory once more.

"Scream?" Mathan asked as he started to feel fear. "Taehyung isn't!" He insisted. "He can't be..."