♤Intruders♤ BTSxYoongi au

Chapter 10

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Seokjin heaved the furniture away from the closet door with Jungkook's help. When they yanked open the doors, Seokjin's face fell immediately.

"Where is he?" Hoseok sent a confused glance to Seokjin.

"I told you that he wasn't closeted, it's a sign!" Taehyung squatted to scurry into the closet before he could get his ass whooped by Seokjin, "Wait! Theres something back here."

"What is it?" Jimin crawled in on his hands and knees too.

"A mini door. I think he wandered deeper into the closet instead of coming out of it," Taehyung said as the others piled into the cramped space.

"Stop making gay innuendos, Kim Taehyung," Seokjin irritatedly sighed,  "I'm not in the mood for stupid jokes right now." He rolled his eyes and ran his fingers over the rustic wood of the mini door and nudged it with his palm. A deafening creak from the old wood pierced their ears. The shrill rippled through the air before disappearing like it was never there.

"It's either locked or jammed, I think," Seokjin inquired.

Jungkook wiggled his way to the front, "I might be able to break it open if we need to." Seokjin nodded as he and the others backed away. Jungkook wound up with his whole body. His fist flung towards the door at lightning speed and crashed against the wood. To the other's dismay, the door cracked and shattered into hundreds of pieces.

"Don't tell me you got a splinter," Jimin took the youngest's fist in his hands to examine them. Blood rushed to the knuckles, tinting them red and bruises stared to form, but no signs of splinters or scabs were in sight.

"I'm fine Jiminie-hyung. It's basically my job to punch things," Jungkook reassured.

"No, your job is to be a hitman. You're not an MMA fighter," Hoseok intervened. The five boys all collectively removed the shards of wood with caution. A large cardboard box with an indent in one side pitifully sagged a couple inches away from where the shattered door once sat. The box seemed as if it was pushed back with brute force, everyone thought the same thing- that Jungkook literally punched it into oblivion.

Once they entered the secret compartment behind the closet, they brushed off of their clothes and examined the musty room. Dust bunnies and cobwebs lurked in every crevice and shadows seeped into every crook and cranny. Clicking on their cell phone flashlights, the light shone on all corners of the room. They searched high and low until Taehyung's phone caught their hostage like a deer in the headlights. His eyes grew ten times wider and a small gasp tumbled out of his mouth. Scrambling to escape, the hostage backed into a darker corner until he was trapped between Taehyung and the wall.

Taehyung's permed bangs shaded his eyes with a single glint shining through. His whole aura shifted from the once playful attitude to a dangerous and mysterious demeanor. Pearly white fangs glistened as a sinister smirk pulled at his lips. Fisting a handful of the hostage's shirt, Taehyung heaved him so their chests were almost pressed together. The hostage clamped his fingers around Taehyung's longer hands and attempted to pry them off while scuffling around.

"Stop fighting little bitch," Taehyung growled into the boy's ear. He glared at Taehyung, but calmed his vigorous movements.

"Tae- Oh! There you are," Seokjin peaked around the corner, "You got him! Okay, I'll get Namjoon and inform the others." Seokjin disappeared again and bumped shoulders with Jimin as he left. They exchangrd quick apologies before moving on.

"Jungkook, get something to help me tie this kid up with. Maybe duct tape or rope," Taehyung heaved the boy to his feet and dragged him by the collar towards a wooden pillar. The latter spat at Taehyung's eye as he held him down and Jungkook skillfully bound his hands around the pillar with a constrictor knot. Taehyung scoffed as he stormed out with the other two and left Jungkook alone with their hostage.