You Belong to Us - OT7 fanfic (Retold from OmgBTSAbsTho) - ***COMPLETED***

21

The boys had been very protective over the past few days, making you feel both cherished and a little suffocated. One or more of them were always by your side, whether it was in the house, while you were out running errands, or even sleeping in your bed. You hadn't gotten the chance to talk to any of them about your feelings yet, though, as the timing always seemed a bit off and you wanted it to be perfect.

"Jiminie, I have to go to work!" you whined, attempting to unlock his arms from your waist while simultaneously squirming out from under a fully-unconscious Jeongguk, "Vic is going to be here soon so we can ride together!"

"I don't want you to ride with Vic," he giggled, squeezing you tighter, "I'd rather you ride me, Princess," he winked devilishly.

You slapped at his chest, making him laugh playfully, "You guys scented me two days ago! Trust me, I can actually see his nose wrinkle every time he stands close to me at the counter."

"No," Jeongguk grumped into his pillow, throwing his leg over you to match his arm, half of his chest, and his head, "You need to stay here."

"I can't," you huffed in exasperation, "I need this job."

"I'll get a job," he mumbled, still not lifting his head, "I'll get three jobs, and take care of yu and buy you everything you want." He stretched his arm, pulling both you and Jimin closer, "I'll take care of all of us."

You heaved with all of your might, resulting in nothing more than loosening their grips slightly, "Listen," you offered, "Today should be pretty slow, and I'll keep my phone on me at all times, okay?" You pressed your hands together in a pleading gesture, "You can text me or send me pictures, and I can text back as long as we don't have a rush."

"Fine," Jeongguk rolled off of you and onto his back, his rabbit ears flopping onto the pillow cutely, "But I'm still going to use your laptop to apply for jobs today."

"If that's makes you happy," you sang out, kissing him on the nose while Jimin relieved his grip on your torso, "Get Jimin one, too, so he can work off all of his excess energy."

"Don't you dare," growled Jimin, kissing your shoulder before letting you go, "I'm the trophy mate here. Made to look pretty and go to cycling classes to keep up this killer figure."

You bit your lip, admiring said killer figure in its bare chest and low-slung pyjama pants before shaking your head to bring you back to reality. Cheeks tinting in a dark blush, you scrambled out of bed and to the bathroom with the sound of Jimin's knowing laugh mocking you all the way.

--{-@

"Sorry I'm late," you rushed out, plopping yourself into Vic's passenger seat and slamming the door, "The guys were being clingy."

Vic wrinkled his nose with a sniff, "I can tell," he admitted, "You smell like cat and rabbit, amongst others."

I'm sorry," you gave him a weak laugh, "They're quite possessive."

"Or quite active," he raised an eyebrow with a sly grin, "You must be worn out."

"It's not  like that!" you held your hands up, "I mean...it is, but that's not why I smell like this..." you fumbled as Vic laughed at your flustered state, "They just slept in my bed...but just sleeping! It's not -"

"It's no big deal," Vic laughed, patting you on the shoulder, "Trust me, I know what a hybrid in love acts like."

You calmed down, letting Vic's comment wash away on the breeze coming through the window as he drove you both to the cafe. the sun was barely raising, smoothing the crisp edge off of th morning air as you walked from the car to the front door of your work, the prospect of a hot coffee and frying fresh donuts making your mood sing happily.

You left the counter in Vic's capable hands, his training having gone swimmingly, and began your day, already having received three messages from your loves at home.

--{-@

"Today was pretty good!" you grinned up at Vic as the two of you clocked out in the employee room, "it wasn't very busy, and that batch of muffins I made from your recipe were a hit!"

Vic smiled, unusually quiet, his mood seeming to have dropped off as soon as his shift ended. You marked it off to him being tired, and shrugged as you followed him out the door after waving goodbyes to Jay and Rose. You walked behind him, noticing how his demeanor tensed more and more as your got closer to his car. Just before you reached for the car door, you yelped in surprise as Vic grabbed your wrist harshly. His eyes bore into yours, his hand slipping a note into yours as his finger brushed over his lips to tel you to keep quiet. He opened the door for you, letting you sit down, confused, and open the note he'd given you as he walked around and sat in the driver's seat. As he started the car, you opened the note, gasping as you read what was written on the napkin from work.

Don't make a sound. Act normal. Do NOT call the police...he owns them anyway.

I'm sorry, but if I don't do what he says, he'll kill us both, and everyone we love. I can't lose my love, and I know you don't want to lose your men either.

Turn on your GPS finder, text someone who can help you, then erase the message and either put the phone under your seat or throw it in the back. I promise I will try to make sure you don't get hurt, but my father is dangerous and obsessed. 

I'm sorry, Y/N. I never meant for it to come to this.

He gave you a pointed look, his eyes seeming to brim with unshed tears as he drove. You couldn't decide which of the boys to text, worried about causing them stress when they wouldn't know what to do with the GPS info. They couldn't drive, and calling the cops wouldn't help. Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, your hands shook as you sent a text to the only other person you could rely on.

You wiped a worried tear from your cheek, making sure to keep your sniffling to a minimum, and erased the messages from your phone. Checking one more time to make sure the GPS was still activated, you bent slightly against the seatbelt ad slid the phone under the seat between your feet.

Looking up again, you were surprised to find that Vic had pulled off to the side of the road, the car idling on an empty overpass. Vic gave you an apologetic look, mouthing 'I'm sorry' just before his hand came up to cover your mouth and nose. His gloved hand held a cloth rag, dampened with something that smelled of chemicals or medicine, which you inhaled the fumes of as your struggled against his strong hold. You breathed twice more, trying to scream out against the large hand covering your face as you fought slower and slower while your arms felt heavier and heavier.

You saw a tear escape Vic large, sad eye...just before your whole world turned to black.