BTS' 8th Member《Imagines & Scenarios》

💭 Kidnapped - AHL (Fearful ver.)

Full Credit to: meloentje_z   ❤     

"Now we're going to the office?" Jungkook asked as your manager drove you around the dark streets of America. It was late in the evening and the beautiful night sky was covered in a layer of shimmering, dotted gems.

"Ah, there.. We need to sign where Hyung is.. because of visa problems." Your manager stuttered from the drivers sear of the van. "If you don't do that you're going to be an illegal alien."

As you pulled up into the local coordi's office, you switched off your phone and slid it until the back pocket of your shorts. Suddenly the local coordi spoke, "I'm going to go into the office for a minute."

"So do we just stay here for a minute?" Hobi asked from beside Namjoon in the middle row of the car. You were up at the front beside Jungkook, while Jin, Jimin Yoongi and Taehyung were furthest at the back.

"Yeah, just sit here until we get back." Both the local coordi and your manager got out of the car, you watched them walk off into the building, when it suddenly became quiet. The feeling suddenly turned ominous, the car was dully lit and there were few street lights outside. Your gut was telling you something.. unexpected, was about to happen.

No one spoke at all, most of the members were either trying to get some sleep or just fiddling around with their fingers or their phones if they'd brought one. You sat in your spot beside Jungkook, twirling the loose fabric at the end of your shorts to try and pass the time, until you noticed 3 buff looking silhouettes begin to approach your car. The moment they jumped over the concrete wall where your van was parked, you put a hand on Jungkook's leg, signalling him of what was happening also. 

Your heart begin to pound in your chest. Since you were young, you'd had problems with your heart, you'd inherited Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy (HCM) from your father at birth, causing you too tire quicker then a person without it. Despite not being scared by jump scares, when you were scared for your life, the symptoms of said disease start to show.

As the 3 men opened the car doors, 1 beside Jungkook, the drivers seat and the seat beside Hobi, a pain arose in your chest. You tried to stay calm, telling yourself that you had the boys with you, which was beginning to work, although that didn't last as long as you hoped it would.

"Give me your phone." The guy from beside Jungkook said. You knew Jungkook wasn't as fluent at English as you, but you were to scared to translate for him, you were to scared to even mutter a single word. You sat back and watched as Jungkook questioned the situation out loud, finally reaching an arm forward to pull him back beside you. In the darkness of the car, as the 3 strangers drove you to an unknown destination, you held onto the younger boys hand firmly, in hoped of settling his nerves and calming yourself down.

"We'll take you too your hotel." The man in the drivers seat said. You weren't persuaded, not at all.

"Hotel?" Jungkook shakily asked.

"Just relax." You were trying to ignore the growing pain in your chest, although it was the only thing you could focus on as this point, beside the fact you were being kidnapped in America. Your head began to feel heavy, your vision began to blur as reality sunk in.

"No no no!" Jungkook was the only one brave enough to fight back, although it was no use. You remembered your phone in your back pocket, but only Jungkook was in between you and one of the mysterious men, so it would be pointless. From then on it was silent until the car came to a holt in the middle of a wrecked, uncared for pull in street. 

The doors slid open as a man, or rather a bum came and smacked at your windows. All he did was beg and plead for money, but just this triggered your symptoms to slowly start appearing. Your chest felt like it was being stabbed, while at the same time the world felt like it was spinning humanely fast, fasted then before anyways. You tried to breathe in and out, but all you could manage was a sharp breath in followed by and wheezy huff of air to exit. Your HCM had never gotten this bad before, and you were just waiting for your manager to appear and tell you it was all a joke. Although that never happened.

You and the boys were led inside an unfamiliar apartment. "Let's go, let's go! Come on, come on!" was all you were instructed to do the moment you regrettably stepped inside the apartment. This was the perfect opportunity to use the skills you learnt in boxing as a child, but not in this state. You felt a comforting hand rub you back as you stepped in, the person turning out to be Jin. You were all as scared as each other, but at least they weren't all in excruciating pain. They all knew about your unfortunate condition, and they began to panic inside when your hollow breaths could be heard below the strange me.

"Look straight, let's look straight ahead." You were told the moment you sat down in between Jin and Jimin. Only you and Namjoon were fluent in English (you were born and raised for a few years in London), so only the 2 of you knew what they were saying, both of you pitying the other boys who you couldn't help. 

"Straight, straight ahead. Look here, here." One of the men explained to Jungkook who was cluelessly looking around, unable to understand the foreign language.

"Quit playing around man, look straight fool!" You felt like crying the moment Jungkook jumped in fear. Your worst fear was to see your only family in any pain, fear or sadness. "Take your hats off and put them on the table."

"Sorry." Namjoon apologised, placing his hat on the table along with Yoongi, Jin and Jimin. "Now take your shoes off. Take them off."

You all did as instructed. You were left with bare feet, the icy coldness of the floor shooting up your spine as your empty feet touched the ground. Anger grew as all you could do was listen to them make fun out of Jungkook's (Gorgeous) iron man socks.

"Take off this sock." One of them said, pointing as Hobi's left foot. He looked at the questioningly as he did as he was told, everyone doing the same except you, obviously because you didn't have any to take off in the first place.

"Ooh, look at princess over here. Missy didn't wear socks today." The male, who had picked up a large sticks laughed, looking at the other 2 strangers in the room. They laughed as well, you shut your eyes to try and keep your composure, your heart still in pain and your breath still shallow and yet hardly audible.

You nearly shat yourself when an audio recording began to play on a screen in front of you. Only you and Namjoon understood the whole thing, the other boys had a slight clue since they could pick out the words they knew.

"BTS. Welcome to the American Hustle Life Hip Hop School. Beginning tomorrow, you'll have intensive training guided by the greatest legends of hip hop and the greatest tutors around. You'll be born again as a true hip hop artist! See you tomorrow." You all sat there in silence, stunned, yet slightly relieved at in the end, it was mostly a prank.

"We'll be back here tomorrow, so ya'll can just stay right here. Peace."

"We'll be watching you." that was the last you saw and heard the moment they walked out the door. You put a hand on your chest knowing you were safe too, and tried to calm yourself down. Jin placed his hand back on your back as Hobi got up to check the door.

"Yah yah, what would happen if you open the door and.." Jin tried warning Hobi to keep his guard, but he'd already looked out to see the coast clear.

"Yah, just sleep like this." Yoongi said, taking his shoes over to a bed, the boys following him. You tried standing up, although your breathe hitched in your throat as the world felt like it was spinning. You felt your body weight down, crashing to you floor dramatically, as you saw Jin and Jimin rush to you through your foggy vision. They helped you up and guided you over to a bed, placing you on the bunk below where Hobi was.

You passed out the moment your head hit the pillow. The last thing your remembered was the lights flicking off as the other members got as comfortable as the could in such a situation.

(For full understand of the chapter, watch BTS's hidden camera prank where they were kidnapped by '3 scoundrels' in LA. Message me if you want a version where you're more of the hero? I might make another version anywhere where you're a bit more brave if you'd enjoy that~)