For the next few days, you ghosted around Bangtan's HQ. You didn't eat, you barely slept, you just wandered the empty halls, waiting for Yoongi to come home. But he didn't. Day after day you waited for him to come home and day after day you were disappointed. The others kept their distance from you. The only person who even tried talking to you was Taehyung's girlfriend, Sia. She would sit in silence with you, force you to eat barely enough to keep you alive, and check in on you from time to time. The young boy, Jungkook, watched over you as well, but the feeling you got from him was different. It was more like he was observing your actions than making sure you were alright.
A violent buzzing brought you out of your trance and you stared at your cell phone. Unknown caller. Normally you let Yoongi handle these. Yoongi… You sniffed and pressed the answer button, holding the phone to your ear with a whine.
"Well, hey there, Baby girl." You heard snickering from the other end of the line and you nearly dropped the phone in shock. "I think someone wants to talk to you." The sound of tortured, muffled screams filled your ears and your vision began to blur. You heard chuckling from the voice that could only belong to one person. "He misses you. So do I~" You reached up and pounded on the wall, hoping someone would hear you and come running. Namjoon was the first person to appear in your doorway with a worried expression, followed by Hoseok. They were all you needed. You hit the speaker button and immediately the voice filled the room. "I shouldn't have sold you." He sighed and paused, the gap filled by another muffled scream. "You were my favorite toy." And another. "Ah! I think your little Suga wants to say something!"
All was silent for a moment and you tried your best to ignore the fact that you could feel your heart beating in your throat. You heard a sniff and heavy panting and just when you needed it most, Yoongi's sweet voice reached your ears. "Don't worry, Angel. I'll be home soon." The line went dead and you just stared at your phone. The past week finally caught up to you. You felt so weak. So helpless. You fell to your knees, your cell phone skidding across the floor. Immediately you were lifted into the air and your eyes met Namjoon's. You were so tired. So very tired. You just wanted to give up. There was no hope of Yoongi escaping, you had tried on many occasions.
"(y/n)." Namjoon's eyes hardened as they traced your exhausted features. Your gaunt cheeks, the heavy bags under your bloodshot eyes, you both knew what had to be done. "At one point in time, you had the best damn aim out of all of us. We need you. We need you to stop moping around. Eat. Sleep. Shoot. We're going to get him back. We just need your help."
You drummed your fingers on the table and rolled your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched Seokjin cook. Namjoon had told him to make you something good. Something filling. And despite your lack of appetite, you had to eat all of it. You knew you had to regain your strength. You couldn't get the sounds of his muffled screams out of your head and you shuddered. G-Dragon's voice haunted you in his playful, teasing tone and you didn't realize you were lost in thought until Jin sat two large plates of food in front of you with a grin. You reluctantly began eating the food and it took you nearly an hour and Jin's help to finish both plates.
"Jin?" You sat back in the chair, full to bursting and unwilling to move. "Do you know where Jungkook came from? He's so young."
The older boy just shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in his own chair. "He just sort of showed up one day. Said he knew who we were and wanted in. Had some sob story about not belonging anywhere, no family, no friends, so Namjoon let him stay."
"That's it though?" You narrowed you eyes at him and crossed your arms over your chest. "No one knows where he's from? What kind of life he led? Nothing?"
"Don't ask, don't tell."
"Don't tell me Joonie is still trying to enforce that bullshit policy." You groaned and rolled your eyes as Jin nodded with a chuckle.
"Let's put it this way." Jin reached out for his water and took a sip before continuing. "Namjoon found me the day before Kook joined. Exactly a week after you disappeared."
"That close?" You narrowed your eyes and Jin nodded.
"That close. I think that's why he and Yoongi get along so well. He just sort of latch onto the kid when you left."
Yoongi. Your face fell as you though of the horrors he must have been enduring at that moment in time. You remembered what all you had been through, but surely this would be much different. Yoongi, a man, hell-bent on revenge for his lost love. You, also hell-bent on revenge, but over stolen product. And aside from that, a woman.
Yoongi couldn't be sold into prostitution like you. So what would they do with him? Kill him? They were already using him as bait. But how much time did you have before the decided to kill him anyway? Panic began to shake your body and you stared up at Jin with wide eyes. "I dont want to sleep. I want to train."
He sat his glass down with a sigh and shook his head at your sudden outburst. "You know what Namjoon said. You need res-"
"I don't give a shit about rest, Jin!" Tears welled in your eyes and you blinked them back as you stood quickly, knocking the chair over. "Where is the shooting range, this is more important!"
Sia, Jungkook, Namjoon, and Hoseok all burst into the kitchen, staring at you before Namjoon finally sighed and look to Seokjin. "She ate?" He nodded, sipping his water. "And now she refuses to sleep?" Another nod. "She wants to practice?"
"I'm right here you know." You snapped at Namjoon, crossing your arms over your chest.
"You need rest." He rubbed at his forehead and shook his head at you, turning to leave.
"I need to shoot, Namjoon. G-dragon called us. That's way more than I ever got. And now, you're just gonna leave Yoongi there? Who knows how long they'll keep him alive for. Hell, he could be dead already! He's your best friend, Joon. We need to save him." A stray tear made its way down your cheek and Hoseok wiped it away before dropping an arm around you. You both watched Namjoon's softening features before Jungkook leaned over to whisper something to him.
Whatever the young boy said rehardened Namjoon's features and he just nodded. "Rest first." He spun on his heel and left the room with Jungkook in tow and you all just stared at each other.
"There's something weird about him, right?" You asked, leaning your head on Hoseok's shoulder. He pursed his lips with a nod. "Sia, do me a favor. Go ask Tae what he knows about Kook. They're the closest in age. Jin, take (y/n) to the shooting range. Let her pick her own gun. I'm gonna see if I can talk some sense into Joonie." And with a peck on the cheek, Hoseok left your side and headed straight for Namjoon's office.
Seokjin stood and offered you his arm with a big, handsome grin. "You heard him. Let's go get you a gun."
You stood, feet apart, unloading clip after clip into a target. Panting, you finally rested the pistol on the wooden bench before you a sniffed before turning around and narrowing your eyes at Jin, who hissed through his teeth. "You could use some work on your aim, Angel."
"Yoongi told you not to call me that." You glowered at him but he just shrugged, standing up and walking toward you
"You can tell on me when we get him back. But for now, we need to work on your aim."
"I don't need to work on my aim." You nodded to the gun case by the door with a smirk. "I need a bigger gun." Jin shrugged and you made your way to the case, carefully selecting the largest semi-automatic you could find with a large grin and slinging it over your shoulder before making your way back to the firing bench.
"Careful with that, Angel. It kicks."
"I know." You watched Jin with a big smile as you mindlessly loaded the magazine. "It's mine." Raising the gun with a smirk, you made short work of the bullseye on the target and nodded. Flicking the safety on, you slung the gun back over your shoulder and headed toward the door. "I think I'm ready."