Calling | OT7

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Taehyung's entire world seemed to stop right then and there, his heart stopping hearing those words.

No.

He rips himself from Namjoon and Yoongi's grasp, the task much easier now that the two were also stunned from shock.

No.

Taehyung rushes over to where Hoseok stands, shoving the male out of the way and staring into the dark room.

The bed was empty. The blanket was half on and half off the bed and the window stayed wide open.

Taehyung tries really hard to be strong. He stayed strong when Jimin was facing Hanwoo. He was strong when Jimin had matched with someone other than him. He tried to be strong when Jimin literally fainted right beneath him.

But sometimes, he just isn't strong enough.

Taehyung falls to his knees and his body trembles. He tries to keep the tears at bay, tries to choke down his sobs, but he can't help it. A tear slips down his cheek just looking at the bed once more, and suddenly his head is in his hands.

They took him. They fucking took Jimin. They took the boy when they finally let their guard down and allowed him to be alone. Defenseless. Fuck them.

Fuck them.

Fuck this resort.

And especially fuck...

Taehyung springs back on his feet and his watery eyes only glare daggers into Seokjin, who had only just begun looking up again when Hoseok had revealed the news. When he begins to quickly rush towards Seokjin, Namjoon is quick to stop him, his hands grabbed Taehyung's wrists and causing Taehyung to bump into him. But Taehyung doesn't apologize and begins trying to pull himself away from the other as he screams.

"Fucking let go! That mother fucker made them take him away!" He shouts, and Seokjin looks at the raging male with confusion and almost a look of betrayal. Taehyung fights against Namjoon's hands, trying to free himself so he can let his anger go, but Namjoon wouldn't budge. Taehyung's wrists barely moved. And when Taehyung tried to get his wrists free by moving his body, Namjoon quickly wraps his arms around the other.

And it's silent for a moment. Everything is silent except Taehyung's heavy breaths, and the male occasionally has a small fit where he tries to get out of Namjoon's strong grip, but Namjoon doesn't let go. And Taehyung is forced to feel all of Namjoon's calming calling. The calm feeling engulfing him and helping him feel the anger melt away. If Taehyung thought about Seokjin, there was a surge of anger again and he would attempt to struggle, but because Namjoon didn't let go, Taehyung's mind just goes blank. All he can think about is how much he doesn't mind staying in these arms and feeling calm like this for as long as possible.

"Taehyung, can you remain calm for me?" Namjoon's deep voice asks the younger male, and Taehyung looks up, eyes wide and sparkling with tears as he stares. And fuck, how could he say no? Taehyung swallows and nods, and one of Namjoon's hands rubs Taehyung's back encouragingly. "Can you not get violent with anyone in this room?" Namjoon asks, and Taehyung freezes.

His mind instantly goes to Seokjin. Instantly thinks about how this must've been the male's fault completely. But... he just couldn't. Namjoon's calling just wouldn't allow it. So, realizing there was no way out of this without saying one answer, he nods, biting his bottom lip.

"Y-yes, hyung." He whimpers out, and Namjoon nods, letting his plush lips kiss Taehyung's forehead before he lets Taehyung go. And yes, Taehyung feels slightly less calm, but it was like Namjoon drugged him with that. Like he was somehow able to emit more of his calling while hugging Taehyung. And he wasn't complaining. Violence right now was going to get him nowhere. Jimin was out there, in the resort's clutches, and they needed to get back to him.