BTS' 8th Member《Imagines & Scenarios》

💭 Kidnapped - AHL (Fearless ver.)

Full Credit to: meloentje_z ❤
I'm just going to copy the 'Kidnapped - AHL (fearful ver.) chapter and change it up a bit~

"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. Not in fear for yourself, but for your brothers whom were all also in the car with you that the 3 men were approaching. There were no options on what to do but sit and wait, which sounded ridiculous in your mind but it really was all you could do. Thankfully, when you were a child you were into boxing, and you carried it on until you had to move to Seoul back in 2010 at the young age of 15, so you at least had some sort of chance against the men.

As the 3 men opened the car doors, 1 beside Jungkook, the drivers seat and the seat beside Hobi, you grew angry. You weren't scared, you were hardly ever scared, but you dared to think such people lived in what you thought was such a beautiful country.

"Give me your phone." The guy from beside Jungkook said. You knew Jungkook wasn't as fluent at English as you, but you knew it was best not to move. You tried clenching your fists to stop yourself going kame hame ha on his ass. 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 just to let him know he had his older sister by his side.

"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 stay still in your seat. You sat back, breathing gently, hoping just for your manager to come after you, but you knew there was no hope unless you did something about it yourself.

"No no no!" Jungkook was the only one who actually thought it would be a good idea to talk back. 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 you could just look at him in slight pity, knowing such people existed, struggling in this world we share. You sped up, jumping out the car behind Jungkook and following behind him. 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 tense environment, you felt over powered by the much larger men. You felt a comforting hand rub you back as you stepped in, the person turning out to be Jin. You could just sense the boys fear, and although it wasn't as strong, you were honestly scared too. You were completely prepared to step in if they went any further then they have already, since the lives of your brothers mattered so much more then those of 3 men who were in the slow process of kidnapping you.

"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!" Ooooh boy, your fists had never clenched so hard. You even felt your glutes clenching, preparing to slap a dude 😤.  Your worst fear was to see your only family in any pain, fear or sadness, and you've never been so mad. "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 fists turning white beside your thighs, the inside of your mouth aching as you bit down on the sides.

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 stood up and followed the boys over to the bunks. When you reached them, you angrily kicked a pillow across the room which was sat on the floor. Although, that didn't help, so you landed a hefty punch on the wall behind your bunk before you dropped your whole weight onto the soft mattress. The boys knew how you got, but they were too surprised at your sudden outburst to question it, knowing you just needed some sleep to clear you head and process it was all fake.

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.