Help Needed /~/ Taekook

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Taehyung slammed his door and ran towards the middle of the road where the fallen child lied. Cameras flashed and people surrounded him and he held his arm up while yelling for people to stay back. Seokjin ran behind him and more people gasped and more people began to surround them. Seokjin was on the phone with someone while Taehyung knelt down beside Hanbin and nervously placed his two fingers over the boy's neck, right over his pulse. He released a sigh of relief when he felt Hanbin's rapid heartbeat.

"He's fine, we have to get him to the hospital," Taehyung said as he pushed his arms underneath Hanbin's head and his other arm underneath his knees.

Seokjin nodded and continued to yell at people to stay back. They wouldn't listen and kept closing in. Taehyung cursed and rushed back to his car, shielding Hanbin's unconscious body with his jacket and rushed back to his car. Someone broke out of the crowd that formed around Taehyung's car and ran straight towards the designer, holding his phone out. Taehyung fought against the strong want to punch the man in the face and just slammed the car door before he could get a picture of Hanbin. Seokjin stuck his middle finger up before falling back into the passenger seat with Taehyung following suit.

"Call Jungkook right now and tell him to turn around. There's no way in hell he gave Minsun that money already."

"On it."

They were coming back from Jungkook's house where Taehyung voluntarily gave Jungkook the money he needed. The agents at Jungkook's house had called the agent at Taehyung's house and explained the situation. Taehyung had approximately ten million dollars on hand thanks to his worry that one day he'll do something scandalous or controversial that would end his career and cause him to have to fake his death and leave Asia. Seokjin had tried to talk him out of it, telling him that he was crazy by giving Jungkook so much money. But Taehyung went ahead and did it anyway, taking out stacks of cash and packing it into a black duffle bag and hauling it to Jungkook's house.

Jungkook hadn't known. When Taehyung showed up with the bag, the younger boy was already a mess, stressing out over how he was going to get the money. Then Taehyung pulled the heavy duffle bag into the living room, Jungkook burst into tears and had hugged Taehyung so tightly that Taehyung feared he'd break his ribs. Nonetheless, Taehyung hugged him back and told him not to worry about repaying him. Jungkook didn't need five million dollars of debt hanging over his head right after getting his child kidnapped.

But now Taehyung regretted it. What was Minsun planning? Had Minsun released Hanbin knowing he was going to receive five million dollars? How did he even know he was going to get the five million dollars? Minsun couldn't have assumed Jungkook would get five million dollars on his own. So what was the psychopath planning?

A loud gasp pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked through his rearview mirror before turning around in his seat to face Hanbin.

The kid was a mess. His hair was dishevelled and lacked care and he's obviously lacked food or sleep. Deep, dark eye bags drooped under his tired, glossy, bloodshot eyes. Tear stains decorated his flushed cheeks. His shirt was dirty and had a large rip on the left sleeve but his pants were fairly clean but there was obviously a recently wet spot that was dry now; he didn't smell like urine but his pants definitely did. His feet were bare, bruised, and dirty, toes curled and tucked together. His arms were littered with red lines from what looked like ropes or something thinner and tighter along with red marks and purple and black bruising all the way down to his wrist.

The sight made both celebrities cringe.

"Fuck he's...fuck," Seokjin mumbled, covering his mouth with his hand, "goddamn...fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck. Oh my god. I think I'm gonna vomit. Oh my God. What the fuck?"