Chapter Fourteen

Yoongi POV

Namjoon had been pacing for almost half an hour now. Half an hour since Jane had come and taken Taehyung and Jimin. Hobi, Jingkook, and Jin were sitting together against the far wall. I finally stood and moved over to Joon, reaching out and putting my hand on his shoulder. He stopped to face me, his face flushed with either anger or stress.

"Please, just take a breath." I said, trying to stay calm myself. "We need to stay focused."

"They just took them out from under us. There was nothing we could have done!" He raised his voice but I stood firmly.

"Namjoon," Jin stood now and moved to my side. "Yoongi's right. We need to think this through." Namjoon sighed and rubbed his face with his hands, moving to where Hobi sat quietly, sitting down next to him. Jin and I followed him.

"They're together. They'll be ok." Jin said, but his voice was still shaky. I swallowed and looked up at the cameras still trained on us. I couldn't think very straight anymore. My mind felt like it was fuzzy and full of bees. Articulated thoughts blurred together and left me feeling empty and hollow. I looked over at Jungkook as he quietly sat. He seemed to be zoned out, his gaze unfocused and unmoving.

"Kookie, you there?" I asked and waved a hand in front of him. He blinked and met my gaze.

"Yeah," He said but his voice was tired. He looked down at his hands as he fidgeted.

Another 45 minutes slowly dragged by, and we were all feeling the effects of full exhaustion now. Jin and Namjoon were still fighting to stay awake, but Jungkook and Hobi had both passed out. Hobi leaned against me, his head on my shoulder and Jungkook's head was in my lap. I was still awake only because my mind was whirring with dead electricity. My thoughts were rampant, bouncing to everything at the same time. I was worried for Jimin, I had heard his cry of pain as the men dragged him and Tae away. I knew they had hurt him. I didn't think the others had heard, but I didn't want to bring it up and stress them more. I tensed as I heard the door faintly click to the blocked off room. Namjoon had heard it to, and reached out to tap Jungkook and Hobi awake. The small door to the main room we were in opened suddenly.

"No one move and everything will be fine." I heard Jane's stern voice say. Jungkook had bolted upright and I was on my feet. I forced myself to focus as my vision blurred from standing too quickly. Jane's voice came from the intercoms, but the small door had two men standing. Each carried plates of what looked like food. They set the plates down on the ground by the wall and backed out, locking the door behind them.

"Where are Jimin and Tae?" Jin asked, his voice sharp.

"Safe." She responded and the mic clicked off. Everything was quiet for several seconds. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. Namjoon carefully stepped forward to inspect what the men had left behind.

"Beef, pork, and steamed vegetables." He informed us, glancing back at Jin.

"I don't know if I trust those." Jin moved next to Joon to look as well. "Don't you remember what happened last time? It was drugged."

"I know." He said quietly and looked up at the cameras. "I wonder why they're doing this now."

"It smells amazing though." Jungkook's longing voice said behind me and I looked back at him. He was sitting on the ground again, leaned up against the wall. His eyes were glazed over and his gaze was on Namjoon. He was right, it did smell wonderful. I could feel my stomach grumbling again. I had managed to forget for a little while that I was starving.

Jin POV

"When was the last time everyone ate?" I asked Namjoon quietly enough for the others to not hear. He looked over at me. His hair was in front of his tired dark eyes.

"3 days? I can't really remember anymore." He admitted and I blinked in surprise. Had it really been three days? I looked back at Jungkook. He was sitting up against the wall, his glazed over eyes looking at us hopefully. Yoongi stood by him, his face concerned and worn out. Hobi seemed nervous but equally as exhausted.

"When do you think we'll be offered food again?" Namjoon asked me. I turned to look at the plates again. "And what would happen if we refused it? Would it be another 3 days? I don't think everyone can handle that, not at the pace they have us working."

"I know, I know." I said, frustrated. The room was painfully silent, all except for the occasional growl of someone's belly. Even Namjoon couldn't hide it, we were all ravenous. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to think.

Namjoon POV

I needed to weigh the pros and cons here. What torture it was to have food laying here so openly, but not be able to trust it. With four desperately hungry boys, including myself, I needed to make a decision.

"What if only one of us eats, just to see if it is drugged? That way the rest of us can protect you if needed?" Jin offered, meeting my glance. It was a smart idea, I'd give him that. They're were five of us and only two it seemed of them. Not counting Jane and Kelly.

"We'll do that." I said. But now we needed to figure out who. I looked again at Jin. He nodded and picked up one of the plates, looking it over.

"Is it worth it?" Yoongi asked, walking up next to me. Jin carefully took a bite of some of the beef.

"Any other ideas?" I asked him but he shook his head, looking down at the remaining plates of food. His jaw was clenched as he mulled over the options.

Jungkook POV

It had been almost 15 minutes of agony. We all sat together on the other side of the room, waiting to see if Jin would pass out or have any other fit of issues. My stomach was grumbling angrily, like I had a bear trapped inside me. The amazing smell of the food had permeated the entire room and I swallowed hard, my mouth watering. I looked over at Namjoon, who had his gaze on me.

"You alright?" He asked and I nodded, looking unconsciously back at the food again.

Another 15 minutes had dragged by and I wasn't sure how much longer I could take waiting. Yoongi was fidgeting around uncomfortably as well, Hobi too. Namjoon had been keeping tabs with Jin this whole time, making sure he was still ok. I clenched my jaw as another hunger pang pinched me. Finally, Namjoon stood up, moving towards the plates. He motioned for us to follow. I leapt up and quickly headed over. Yoongi and Hobi were just as fast. We brought the plates back over to our side of the room and sat down, immediately starting to eat.

The food was cold now, but it didn't matter to me. I was so hungry, I could have eaten anything at this point. My eyes closed as I savored every bit of the meat. I finished first and was sad there wasn't more. I could have eaten three of these plates by myself.

"Everyone ok?" Namjoon asked once everyone was finished. There were only tired nods and quiet hums of approval. My eyes felt heavy and I leaned against Yoongi's side, my head against his shoulder. He sighed deeply and folded his hands over his chest. I wondered if Taehyung and Jimin had been able to eat yet. What if they were moved to some other small building and left to starve? I closed my eyes, exhaustion taking over. I heard faintly the others getting into better positions to sleep. It was the last thing I remembered.

Hobi POV

Namjoon was the last one to fall asleep, except for me. I was on my back, my head in Yoongi's lap again. I could feel him breathing slowly, meaning he was already asleep. Jungkook's soft breathing was next to him. Jin and Namjoon were on their backs as well, leaned against us in a large pile. I shivered lightly as the room was still rather cold. I was relieved to have eaten finally, I hadn't realized just how hungry I had been. I also was grateful the food hadn't been drugged for once, even thought waiting for Jin had been torture. I felt hot tears prick the back of my eyes as my mind wandered back to Jimin and Tae. Where were they? Were they safe? Had they eaten? I blinked back the tears and looked over at Namjoon. I was glad he was here to make decisions. Had it been all of us alone, I'm sure we would have eaten that food as soon as we could. But he had made sure to protect us first. Joon looked worn out, his dirty blonde hair in front of his closed eyes. His face looked thinner and his features more defined. I knew this experience had taken its toll on all of us already, as everyone had lost some weight. I sighed and closed my eyes finally. I hoped tomorrow would be easier.