BEFORE YOU GO || Y.K + V.H ✔ [Under heavy editing]

-Saving him-

"Where the fuck did you wonder off to?" Jungkook inquired, carrying a passed out Yoongi in his arms. "Yeah so I might have gone a bit overboard with Mr.CEO."

He had to hold a phone at a distance because of how loud the other person was being upon hearing Jungkook's update. "Shutup Joon, it's no use for you to come here now, and just to add to your knowledge this weak ass passed out by just one punch, ONE." It seemed as if his explanations weren't going to get through his companion's head, therefore, a softer and apologetic Jungkook had to make his way in the conversation. "I'll stay with him until he wakes up and I'll even drop the dude home if that'll make you shut up and not come here. It's my business so just let me fucking handle it my way."

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[Yoongi's pov :]

My blurry vision became clear so infuriatingly slow it made me wonder if I had lost my vision, but fortunately that was not the case. That relief of mine was soon crushed upon the sight of this individual infront of me, leaving me to wonder if I was dreaming or was this actually happening. The intense migraine that was gnawing away at my brains prevented me from concentrating on any of the worries or thoughts racing through my head, I squeeze it with both hands in hopes that the pain will subside.

"Fuck- what did you do to me?" I groaned, he couldn't have possibly drugged me could he?

"I apologise for my rude behaviour, but it's your stubborn self that made me loose my temper and act rather out of order." His footsteps closed the distance between us with every word he uttered, which didn't sound like he was sorry at all, until he was standing above me. He crouched down, placing the gun in his hands under my chin as he pushed it up, lifting my face, smiling at me ever so sweetly.

This guy is a pyschopath, I need to get out of here or else he'll be the one who'll torture me to death, unlike my dreams.

My inability to get up and my observations of this run-down location led me to believe that this brat—who is probably younger than I am—had actually abducted me. I should be freaking out over this, but oddly, my heart feels calm, a strange feeling that he won't do anything to injure me in ways that are concerning washing over me. Perhaps it's a feeling of familiarity from the times I've seen him in my dreams; adjectives like pitiful and vulnerable don't quite capture the circumstances he was in during those nightmares of mine.

Paying close attention to his weapon, it seemed rather identical to my model, 609, that was stolen from the company a few days prior to this.

He notice my gaze stuck on the thing in his hand, "Seems familiar doesn't it?" an annoying smirk appearing on his features as he utter those words out. I made the piece, of course I'm gonna recognize it in a heartbeat. So he's a fucking thief and abducts people for a living in real life? All the sympathy I had for him is surely out the window now, this motherfucker deserves the things that happened to him in my nightmares.

"What do you want from me?" I inquire, curious as to why he would have gone to such extreme criminal lengths—cracking a company's security system isn't something you do everyday, after all.

Before he could break the shell of my curiosity, the sound of gunshots took over the place, diverting both of our attention. Calmly the lad went over to the rugged balcony and had a peak, a rather disappointing sigh left his mouth as he stated "Alas, today isn't the day were we get to play our little game Mr.min, but surely there are many more to come, if you manage to get out of here alive that is." with that he rushed towards me, freeing my hands from the rope that was gripping them, his face moving uncomfortably close to mine, fingers tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear as he whispered, "I hope you can a handle a few more punches, if not then try to defend yourself with this." Handing me the gun, mine to be exact, he pulled me up from the ground, and dragged me out of that place.