This fanfiction will contain swearing, force and violence.
British words etc. may occur. xD Please excuse any mistakes.
Have fun!
Characters: BTS (Bangtan Sonyeondan)
Genre: Angst/ Hurt/Comfort/ Romance
Pairings: BoyxBoy only! VKook, maybe others as well (not sure yet)
Length: Not sure yet, no Oneshot though
"Do you think they will sell us off?" Jimin murmured, a slight tremble in his voice.
"Maybe they plan to sell us off to people who pay for getting victims they can torture ... like they do in horror movies ..." Hoseok whispered, his whole body shaking.
"Stop it!" Jin hissed harshly, making use of his position as the oldest of them.
"He's right, this isn't going to help us," Namjoon threw in, "we need a plan. We need to focus on escaping this place or getting help. Let's try to stay positive and not think of the worst, we need to stay calm."
Jimin sighed, finally finding the energy and relaxing his body at least enough, to pull Hoseok next to him into a hug he desperately seemed to need.
"Let's try to be realistic here," Namjoon continued, "they didn't randomly chose us, they must know who we are and we therefore seem to have some kind of worth for them. They won't sell us off to people looking for 'a random victim'. We are a high-risk target. We are popular. People recognize us and everyone who's involved in this kidnapping takes a huge risk by kidnapping us because we aren't easy to hide and many people and media around the world will be looking for us. Therefore not many people would want to get involved in this kidnapping because of the risk of getting caught. The more people the kidnappers get involved in this, the bigger the chance of someone chickening out or betraying them. If they wanted random victims or simply some nice looking victim they could've kidnapped someone else way easier, that's a fact. Unfortunately we have many people in Asia who still live a bad live or wouldn't be missed by someone if they disappeared, which means it definitely has a reason they kidnapped US." Namjoon took a deep breath.
"There are not many possibilities left I guess. They might blackmail Big Hit or the media. I think they will press for money because they think Big Hit will pay ... or even our families. I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it's about money."
"Either that or they have special customers who offer lots of money to get us ... PARTICULARLY US I mean," Suga threw in, face expressionless.
"Yeah, a crazy, obsessed fan or something," Taehyung murmured.
"Whatever they plan we should focus on staying strong and getting out of here like Namjoon said," Jin repeated.
"When did you become so mature?" Jimin teased, a slight smile on his face that didn't fully reach his eyes.
"I've always been like this," Jin scoffed, "I just don't need to show this side of me very often."
Namjoon raised his eyebrows but gave Jin a thankful nod.
It was calm for a moment. "There are three kidnappers right?" Hoseok asked, voice steadier than before.
"Three kidnappers we know of so far," Jin agreed.
"Shouldn't we be able to take them?" Jimin asked hesitating but was met with similiar insecure stares.
"I don't know ..." Namjoon thought aloud.
"They seem big! They are really strong and muscular ... and tall," Taehyung added.
"Not to forget they have fucking guns!" Suga announced annoyed, "isn't that the biggest problem?"
"Yeah, we can't attack them directly. Acutally ... we shouldn't attack them at all for now if we want to stay alive," Namjoon agreed, "the risk of getting shot is too high."
They all nodded.
"I hope they will give us food at least," Jimin said, still hugging Hoseok and with that said they waited, slowly emerging from the state of shock they were in.
"We did research right? We should know who is who! But they still look the same to me!" the man with the red shirt and blond hair exclaimed.
"You're so stupid, freakin idiot!" another said. He wasn't having any hair but looked like some asian-caucasian mix, his skin a tad darker than the first guy's.
"Seriously, even I can tell them apart," the dark-skinned man in the corner said annoyed, sending them a death glare.
"Keep your shit together, we need to act fast. Not long and this will be everywhere on TV, so let's keep going. And Shemar, you better start learning how to tell them apart!"
"Yeah, fucking racist," the man without hair mumbled.
The stress and anxiety of the situation was getting to all of them.
"Okay, let's start with the video."
"We won't use all of them right?"
"No, the risk of one of them causing trouble is too big if we film all of them. Also, don't take the smart ones, I don't want to risk any hidden messages in the video message, you know what I mean."
"Yeah, yeah, we went through that," Shemar replied and got up. With a wave of his hand he and the guy without hair, whose name was Brad, went off the door to get their 'visitors' for a filming session.
The door was thrown open and two of their kidnappers came in, guns held out, masks hiding their faces again and eyes searching for the seven boys in the room.
"Line up, quick!" Shemar barked, waving his gun about.
Jungkook and V looked helplessly in Namjoons direction who hurried translating the phrase.
"Which ones do we take now?" Shemar asked.
The boys of BTS gulped, throwing side glances at each other.
"We will give you anything you want, just let us go," Jungkook said, voice thin.
"Shut up!" Shemar fired back and asked again: "Which one?"
Namjoon swallowed hard, fighting his urge to vomit. "If you need someone, take me. Leave the others be, I can tell you everything since I'm the leader."
"We know that," Brad said, still scanning them up and down.
"Yeah, even I can tell who you are because of your stupid haircut," Shemar voiced.
"Don't take him though," Brad said, "take this one."
And with that he yanked Taehyung out of the line ignoring the others fearful stares.
"Ah yeah, I remember him."
Before the others knew what to say, and Rapmonster could say more than "NO!", Shemar took Taehyung while Brad grabbed Suga's arm and roughly escorted him out the door as well.
"I hope they don't hurt them," Jungkook whimpered, his voice shaky and unstable.
He was crying openly by now, tears dropping onto the floor they sat on. Jungkook hated not being able to do anything, not being able to help, being forced to let things be and see his hyungs suffer.
Memories and thoughts of his parents and his brother flooded his mind and he knew he was having a total breakdown right now.
'You're not helping anyone here,' he thought to himselp but he couldn't help it.
Namjoon leaned against the wall, head in his hands and probably thinking everything over and over.
He wasn't in shock anymore and he wasn't crying but his mind seemed blank and deserted of any useful thoughts.
This was his team, he was their leader, he had to keep his head up, stay strong for them and come up with something.
They always called him the brain after all. But he couldn't and he felt useless and angry with himself.
Now Suga and V were gone too and he hadn't been able to help or protect them from being taken away.
A single tear made it's way down his cheek but he ignored it, wishing his brain would work again and do what it was supposed to do: Coming up with a plan to escape or help the others.
His fist met the ground in an angry fit even though he knew it was no good and would only end up hurting himself. But as time kept passing, he became angrier and angrier.
J-Hope didn't hold his breath anymore but his state of shock didn't seem over yet. Which was why he was staring at the other end of the room, a blank and frightened expression on his face and not doing anything.
He didn't move, he couldn't think and he didn't even make an effort to change that because right now this seemed like the only possible state for him without losing his mind.
Jimin couldn't stop sighing and crying. After the initial state of shock it only seemed natural to him to cry.
It wasn't like his body was capable of holding it in anyway and why should he? It was only him and the other members ... except Tae and Suga of course.
Wiping his eyes he tried to calm himself, looking over to J-Hope next to him and taking his hand while talking to him in a whispering voice.
His words were meant to sound comforting but they sounded empty even to himself which was why he stopped after some time and only continued to hug J-Hope.
Because they both needed it, he was pretty sure of that.
While Namjoon was fighting his own battle, well aware of the fact that he should try to help his members and comfort them, he couldn't do it right now. He just couldn't, he hadn't the energy, didn't want to touch anyone right now.
Closing his eyes he imagined himself lying in his bed, being far away from this nightmare.
Jin however was standing in the middle of the room, pacing up and down before sitting next to Jungkook and pulling the younger one in a hug while stroking his back.
He was the oldest right? It was his duty to take care of the younger ones and freaking out wouldn't help.
He needed to stay composed.
No one spoke but seeing Jimin comforting J-Hope gave Jin hope somehow.
Together they would get through this.
Still comforting the crying Jungkook he refused to think about the ones he hadn't been able to protect.
Suga wasn't much younger than Jin but Taehyung had always felt like an even younger brother to him than Jungkook and he hated the thought of something happening to Taehyung.
When Jungkooks crying started dying down, Jin checked his watch again.
He was the only one wearing one today and it was painful to realise how long Taehyung and Yoongi were gone already.
"What time is it?" Rapmonsters voice broke the silence and Jin sighed heavily.
"It's 5pm now. They are gone for 45 minutes already."
"When did we come here?" Jimin asked.
"Around 3pm I think," Jin answered warily.
The room they were in had no windows, only a crappy light bulb hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room.
There were mattresses lying on the floor - ten in total - and a few shabby looking blankets.
Jin went over and gave each of the members a blanket while rubbing his arms.
"It's so cold in here."
A short introduction to this fanfiction. I will continue soon and hope you like it so far. =) Useful criticism is much appreciated!
