Never Better || YOONSEOK

Chapter 6

"She did what?" Kim Namjoon was currently sitting on the edge of their sleek leather couch, lacing up his Frankenstien-like boots before returning to his reading. He adjusts his glasses slightly and sighs slightly at the boy's rhetorical question.

"Don't sound so surprised, it's not as if this isn't like her." the boy watches as Namjoon's dark eyes skimmed over the pages at an extraordinary pace, tucking his fingers behind the page in preparation to move forward.

"I'm not surprised, I'm irate." he spat with a bitter tone, tightening his fists. Namjoon chuckled with a raise of his eyebrows and finally looked up to face the boy.

"Yes, Hoseok, I'm sure." He closed the book that Hoseok hadn't been able to identify, setting it on the counter and removing his wire glasses with a clear of his throat. "Now, if you'll close that mouth of yours and listen for a moment, I'll relay your assignment."

Hoseok clenched his jaw, but loosened his fists. Chris just had to go and fuck things up. Wreckless bitch. She was only supposed to be on the lookout. Not start shit with her fuckbuddy, steal a car, alert the attention of all close to the target, bring the fucking target to where we're staying, or- oh yeah! Carry around illegally drug infused candy in the middle of the day.

Namjoon casually stood up and made his way to the secluded room, Hoseok following close behind. Hoseok was just itching for an assignment. Anything. He hadn't been put on a job since January. Namjoon sits down at his desk, gesturing for the younger to do the same. His gaze went stone-cold, eyes lazily scanning Hoseok's face.

Clasping his hands together he speaks sternly "Min Yoongi, you know that name." Hoseok nods. "Chris ended up straying off course, so we're initiating plan B. We're putting you in." The boy has to bite back a smile at that. Finally.

"You're entering as his brother." he dropped a thick cream colored file onto the oak desk between them, the documents landing with a thwack. "Your name will be Min Seokjin."

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"Who the fuck are you?" the sound of the trunk slamming shut sounded louder than bombs to the panicking boy in the passenger's seat of the sleek black car he was forced (well... partially willingly but we won't tell him that) into. The man in question only grumbled and muttered under his breath something about an annoying job.  The sound of gravel crunching pierced through his currently delicate ears for a moment.

Yoongi felt sweaty again. Not from exhaustion, this time, but from fear. Pure, agonizing, fear. He'd walked head first into this situation, without much other choice, thinking he could smart-talk his way out of it at some point. As the adrenaline rush slowed and his senses came back, he was mentally face palming himself a million times over.

Nonetheless, he persisted with his annoying questions, hoping that by some miracle, they'd get him out. After all, anything would be better than staying silent and letting himself be taken to who knows where for who knows what. Oh. Yoongi hadn't even thought about what he could possibly be kidnapped for... His stomach twisted and bile arose in his throat. What will his mother say? Is everyone else at camp still safe?

The driver's side door slammed shut and Yoongi willed himself to glance over at the deathly intimidating male, waiting for a response to his previously unwelcomed question. That gun again. The man pulled the weapon out from behind his jacket, smoothing it over with his fingers before starting the car with a cold expression. Yoongi cleared his throat.  He needed an answer, he knew that much.  There's no way the man was honest with him.  He wasn't whom he claimed too be.

"Who the fuck are you?" He spat again, not realizing that his tied hands were shaking in his lap. The man appeared irritatingly unbothered with Yoongi's attempts, sticking a lollipop between his lips and fixing his hair in the rearview mirror.

"You've heard already. I'm Seokjin" Yoongi scoffed, limbs now visibly shaking. For the first time, the man turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Bullshit."

"Oh?" he smirked, setting the candy between his fingers lazily and narrowing his eyes. Yoongi growled, insanely annoyed now on top of being terrified for his life.

"I'll ask again, then. Who are you?" The man didn't say anything, but pretended to think it over for a few seconds. Turning to the shaking boy once again with a stone face as cold as ice.

"Keep quiet and maybe you'll find out."

With those painfully vague words, the man stepped on the gas so hard Yoongi thought he was going to die right then and there.  At least the man had bucked his seatbelt.  It was a whirlwind of colors that he was trapped in.  Forced to watch everything speed miles ahead of him.  Forced to bite back screams in fear of angering his kidnapper any more than he already had.

Yoongi dragged himself into this.  He did this.  God, his brother would be scolding him until his ears fell off if he ever knew Yoongi had gotten himself in such a situation as this.

And maybe... maybe that's why he didn't mind the decision so much.  Maybe he wanted to go against his absent brother's wishes.  Maybe that gave him a sliver of belief that he wouldn't be as cowardly as his elder brother has been that day.

Maybe.

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