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Pair: OT7  x f!reader  

Summary: You weren't sure how it happened so quick. One day you were living your normal life, living on your own in the city, the next your asshole ex boyfriend shows up and you both get kidnapped. But maybe this wasn't an accident and these 7 really attractive men actually have a plan for you.

Genre and Warnings: Mafia BTS, smut, angst, fluff, non idol au, kidnapping, MDNI 18+

WC: 39.4K so far

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Pair: OT7  x f!reader  

Summary: You weren't sure how it happened so quick. One day you were living your normal life, living on your own in the city, the next your asshole ex boyfriend shows up and you both get kidnapped. But maybe this wasn't an accident and these 7 really attractive men actually have a plan for you.

Genre: Mafia BTS, smut, angst, fluff, non idol au, kidnapping, MDNI 18+

Chapter Summary: We're getting back to their house and meeting our first tannie!

WC: 2.3K

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You weren’t sure how long the drive was. You tried counting the seconds and minutes as well as the turns to hopefully retrace the route. But after a while, you got the number of minutes and turns mixed up and just had to give up. The only thing grounding you at the moment was the warm thigh your head was still resting on. Confused about why your kidnapper would care about your comfort and what the others must think about him offering his lap to you. 

The entire ride the only noise was the sound of the engine, your heavy breathing under the black out bag, and Trevor’s snores as he was still passed out from his punch to the head. You would be concerned about brain damage, if you thought he had any brain cells to lose. 

Finally you feel the van start to slow and turn down a gravel drive. You feel the car stop and the driver talking into a speaker box in a foreign language you didn’t understand, before continuing down the drive. 

Before you gave up on counting you had counted up to 37 minutes of drive time so you knew you couldn’t possibly be in your city anymore. It was not a large city,  taking only 20 minutes to get from your apartment in the north end to the very southern city limits. Which told you that you were definitely taken outside the city and most likely to one of the small rural areas on the other side of the river. 

Once the car came to a stop everything started to move quickly, and all at once. Everyone was talking to each other in the same language the driver did at the gate. The thigh your head was resting on disappeared, making you turn onto your back as best you could so your head wasn’t just hanging to the side. You could make out from the tone, orders being given by the leader in a deep voice and the others saying something that sounded like agreement and feet shuffling on the gravel driveway. 

You were being picked up again around your middle and slung over a strong and muscular shoulder before they started to walk up a set of stairs. Still blinded by the bag over your head your other senses were heightened and you could hear the sound of multiple pairs of shoes on polished stone before you were being laid down on something. Feeling the rough cotton below you and the squeak of metal wheel you knew you were on a hospital gurney. 

Someone was pushing you on the stiff bed down a hallway and you could almost make out the lights on the ceiling from under the black bag. Turning a sharp corner and then the bed stopped suddenly, “She’s all yours.” The man said. Recognizing it as the voice of the man that told Trevor to shut up in the van earlier and punching him to knock him out. 

Light flashed into your eyes, blinding you, as the bag over your head was ripped away. Slowly opening your eyes and blinking rapidly to adjust to the light you started to take in the shape of a man standing in front of the gurney you were still laying on. Hands and feet still bound, so any thought of running or fighting was not possible. 

“Well aren’t you a pretty thing?” he said as he rounded the bed to stand to your right. You saw a flash in his hand as he moved. Your brain was moving slow to realize he had a pocket knife in his hand. He must have seen the panic in your face because he lifted his hands in mock surrender. “Whoah, it’s okay, this isn’t for you.” 

He slowly reached for the tape around your ankles and sliced through it with the knife. “This might hurt a little.” He said as he held the tape up preparing to rip it off. You nodded your head slightly and braced for the pain as he basically gave you a free ankle wax. 

He repeated the process with your wrists, and handed you a damp towel to remove the excess adhesive on your skin. “Thank you.” You said softly as you took the towel from him. 

“So she does speak. Okay that’s a good start.” He said with a grin, turning away from you and towards the wall to your right. It was lined with cabinets above and below a metal countertop. There was a computer to the left side and multiple containers along the back wall, metal tools and instruments you would not be surprised to find in a hospital or doctor’s office, all laid out perfectly like they had been meticulously placed and organized. Directly next to you there was a metal tray with a single syringe that looked big enough for a horse, and a pen and paper. 

You weren’t ready to learn what those were for just yet. Instead you looked at his back trying to think of what to ask him first. 

He was a taller but heavier set man, possibly in his mid 40s by the start of grey hair at his temples and the way his eyes wrinkled when he smiled at you. He must have assumed you wouldn’t attack him with the way he still had his back to you, and if you had moved fast enough, a multitude of weapons to choose from. But you knew making anyone in this place, wherever this was, mad would not be good for your safety. So you played along for now. 

Still looking at the back of his head you said, “This might be a stupid question but, where am I?” 

He half turned his head towards, still busy reading a file that was laying on the counter near the computer, “You’re in the med bay. This is my office when anyone here needs fixing.” He put the file down and fully turned to face you, leaning on the counter, arms crossed over his chest. 

“And where exactly am I that needs a med bay and its own physician?” You asked curiously. The building had to have been massive by the time it took to get to this room. 

He eyed you, looking you up and down, when you became more conscious that you were still in your pajamas and robe. Your slippers, long forgotten in the hallway of your apartment building. “This is headquarters and you’re here so I can prepare you for your orientation.”

“I think there is a mistake here. I was kidnapped after my idiot ex boyfriend led those men to my apartment.” 

“No definitely no mistake, it says here you were scheduled for pick up this morning. Now you were over an hour late, but I won’t hold it against you.” He said with a cheerful tone and smile on his face, clearly joking with you. 

You stared at him in shock as he looked over the file he was reading and read off your name, age, address, hair color, body type, and blood type. Your whole life, reduced down to about 6 pages of information. 

So you were right that Trevor showing up unannounced was not by coincidence but how did this stranger have your whole life in a file acting like this is not anything out of the ordinary. 

“Okay then who were the guys that brought me here and what do they plan on doing with me?” you asked with a slight wobble to your voice. You weren’t scared before, thinking this was just a misunderstanding with Trevor but that you would be taken home as soon as he fixed it. But quickly realizing this was planned much more than you probably wanted to know right now. 

The man pushed off the counter and walked towards you, “That is unfortunately, not for me to tell you. But I’m sure they will fill you in soon enough. Now for this part I need you to lay down on your left side, facing away from me and stay very still.”

Your eyes shot to the metal tray next to you where the syringe still laid. “Ah yes I should have probably not had that to where you could see it. But we do have to install your tracker as soon as you get onto the property.” 

“Tracker?!” You screeched. “Why do I need that and where is it going?!” 

“In case there are any… issues, you can be located. It’s for your safety I promise. It goes in the back of your right shoulder so it’s less visible. It will be a quick pinch and then it’s over. Now please lay down on your left side for me.” He said and you could tell his patience was thinning.

You wanted to argue with him more and try to convince him that this was all some giant mistake. Things were moving way too fast and this was too much information all coming at you at once. Not even a couple hours ago you were safe and sound in your apartment, living your boring life and now you had a man moving closer to you with a needle that looked like it could shoot a grain of rice through the middle. 

You had recently read about the fight or flight response and how there was actually more to it than that, freeze and fawn. You had always thought you were a fight person. That no matter how scared or how much danger you would be able to fight your way through. But the fear of what all of these men could do to you if you fought back kept you from being able to. You didn’t know why you were here, or what their plans were, but you knew deep down that you could end up in a much worse situation than if you just pretended to be nice and go not fight for now. You would be the fawn to protect yourself. 

You slowly laid down facing away from the man bracing for the pain you knew was coming. You were never good with needles, especially when you couldn’t see them coming at you. He held the top of your arm with his left hand bracing for any movement you might make and then he counted down from 3, 2, 1. And a sharp pain in your shoulder making you cry out and you left a tear run down your face onto the pillow below. You kept reminding yourself that it was for your own good and you wouldn’t have to be this way forever. 

“Good job.” He said to you with a pat on your head. “You didn’t even move, makes my job a lot easier, thank you.” You could feel him placing a bandaid on the injection site and helping you sit up and face him again. 

He handed you the pen and paper and you looked at him confused. “That’s for you to hold onto. You’re about to get a lot of information all at once and it’s helpful to take notes.” 

“Thank you.” You said as you looked over the pen and then up at him wiping away the tear from your face. “I didn’t even get your name.”

“I’m Patrick. I am the head physician here. If you need anything please let me or my team know.” He said with a half smile on his face. 

You were about to ask more questions when the metal door in the room opened, revealing a man who looked exasperated to be there. Patrick spoke first, “Ah Jimin, perfect timing. I believe she is ready to move forward with orientation.”

Jimin walked to the left side of the gurney taking your arm and helping you off the stiff bed. As you walked out the door together you gave a small wave to Patrick. You honestly weren’t sure if you wanted to thank him since he just implanted a tracker for this unknown group of men under your skin. But he was also nice and gave you more information than you thought you would get. So you settled on the small wave and a smile as you were pulled into the hallway. 

He didn’t say a word or even look at you as he pulled you through a maze of hallways. The space was surprisingly bright and open. Many of the hallways were lined with windows, with sunlight bouncing off the polished white marble floors and white walls. If it wasn’t for the art in large black frames, and the scattered seating areas you passed, you would have thought you were in a hospital. 

He was clutching your elbow as if he let go you would bolt for the first door or window you found to escape. And you didn’t blame him for that. He didn’t know that you had told yourself that no matter what you did and how hard you tried, you would not get far from them. And who knows what they would do to you when they brought you back. 

As you walked you tried to look at Jimin through your periphery. He was taller than you, but not as big of a difference as the others when they surrounded you in your apartment. His half of his honey blonde hair was in a pony tail and the rest laid past his shoulders. Hair pulled back from his face, you could see his delicate features, sharp eyes, and button nose. If you didn’t know better you could have sworn you noticed a hint of eye shadow at the corners of his eyes, making them look sharper. It was a stark contrast to the all black outfit he wore. Tight long sleeve shirt, cargo pants and combat boots. He had a harness around his torso that extended down his legs that had various sizes of knives strapped to it. 

Pair: OT7  x f!reader  

Summary: You weren't sure how it happened so quick. One day you were living your normal life, living on your own in the city, the next your asshole ex boyfriend shows up and you both get kidnapped. But maybe this wasn't an accident and these 7 really attractive men actually have a plan for you.

Genre: Mafia BTS, smut, angst, fluff, non idol au, kidnapping, MDNI 18+

Chapter Summary: We finally meet the last tannies and are connecting the dots!

Note: I know I say this before every chapter now, but truly thank you so much for everyone who has read my story, left likes, comments and reposted! I appreciate each and every one of you!

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WC: 3.5K

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After an eventful morning with Jin you decided you needed to lay down for a little bit. You were just pulling the covers over yourself when a soft knock on your door. It was almost so faint you thought you imagined it. Getting out of your bed you walked over to your door realizing you couldn’t open it on your own so you talked in the gap, “Hello? Did someone just knock?”

A soft baritone voice with an accident responded, “Uh yeah hi, my name’s Yoongi. I was sent to bring you some things here.”

“That’s very sweet but I think the door is locked from the outside.” You said meekly back. “Oh right.” The voice responded and you heard shuffling and then the clicking of keys on a keyring. 

The door opened to reveal yet another handsome man. This one only slightly taller than you, long black hair that was falling into his eyes and he was pushing it back only for it to fall back into place. His sharp eyes, small nose and full cheeks making him look like an animated dumpling. He was dressed in baggy jeans with large holes in the knees and an extra large white t-shirt. He was holding a box under his left arm shifting it in front of him, moving like the contents were slightly heavy. 

“This is for you. Can I bring it in?” He asked shifting on his feet, obviously uncomfortable with the weight of the box. “Oh sure. You can set it on the desk.” You said as you went to the desk to move the drinks that Jin brought up earlier. You turned to move out of his way, to find him so close to you that you hit the box in his hands, almost knocking it down. 

“Oh I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed trying to catch the box before it fell. Grabbing the bottom edge of the box, accidentally putting your hand over his. You moved your hand away quickly and apologized again. He didn’t say anything, instead sliding the box on the table, opening it, “Some of the guys thought you might like something to do while you were here.” 

You looked in the box and found it was full of all kinds of books of different sizes. You picked up a few of them looking over the covers, seeing titles you recognized and some you didn’t. “For being kept prisoner y’all are really making sure I’m taken care of.” You said with a grin, turning to look at him. 

“Well they’re still working on your phone and you have nothing in here so we didn’t want you to get bored.” He said casually. 

“What do you mean working on my phone? And who is, they?” You asked hoping to get more information about who these men are. 

“They are one of my tech groups. They’re just making sure it’s safe for you and us.” He said starting to turn from you to leave. 

“I thought y’all knew everything about me and now you don’t trust me. I’m still not sure I trust you and I still don’t know why I’m here.” You said to his back trying to express your frustrations to someone and maybe get answers. 

He approached the doorway as he said, “They’ll be done with it soon and you can have it back. Until then you have the books or staring at the wall if you prefer.” He said with a slight grin on his face now. “Past that, it is not my information to tell, but they will soon.” 

With that he turned and walked through the door, closing it and locking you in again. You huffed at the door, frustrated that you were still not getting answers but were meeting a merry go round of men. So far you had met 5, had been left a note by one, and winked at by another. Just how many of these guys were there, and why are they all so hot?

You turned back towards the desk, picking up a particularly interesting book. It had a beautiful drawing of a dragon hunched over a nest of eggs, with a castle in the background and a storm overhead. Pulling back the covers to your bed again and pulling your pillows to one side to lean on. Crawling back into the bed and fluffing the pillows so you could sit up and bringing another to your lap so you could hold the book properly. You opened to the first page settling in to get lost in the story. 

You opened your eyes to find the book you had picked and brought to bed was laying open on your chest only 5 pages in. You remember liking the beginning but getting confused on all the odd fantasy names before falling asleep. You guessed you were more tired than you thought even though it was still early in the day. 

At least you thought it was, until you looked at your nightstand with your alarm clock showing it was 4:35pm. Without realizing it, you had taken a three hour nap but actually woke up feeling good.  Normally after a mid day nap, you would wake up groggy and not knowing who you were and what year it was. 

Getting out of bed you went to your desk where the drinks from breakfast were, desperately needing some water for your naptime cotton mouth. You were surprised to find a note identical to the one that was left in your closet, on top of the stack of books Yoongi brought you earlier. Picking it up it read: 

“When you wake up, dial number 9 on the phone. - JK”

You turned to look around your room again for a person hiding in a dark corner or behind something. Again when your search found nothing you stared at the two notes that you now had. Whoever was leaving them obviously was okay with coming into your room without knocking, even when you were sleeping, and you didn’t like that. You had barely slept in the same room as your friends during sleep overs, and struggled to sleep next to Trevor all those years. You weren’t sure if it was anxiety or fear, but you never liked having people around you while you were so vulnerable. 

So you weren’t thrilled to be calling this person, picking up your room phone and dialing 9 as the notes said. But you needed to see who this mystery JK person was and tell them to contact you like a normal person, like talking face to face, from now on. 

You heard the phone line ring twice before a click sound and a man's voice answered, “You’re finally awake! Thank goodness, I was starting to get worried you died or something.”

“No, I'm still very much alive and very confused about who you are and why you keep leaving me notes around my room. Did you really come in here when I was sleeping?” 

“Oh I’m sorry! I thought it was cute but I guess it could be creepy. I didn’t even think about that. Give me 10 minutes and I’ll come over.” He said, sounding like he was getting up and walking already. 

Before you could answer or ask more questions the line went dead from him hanging up. You started to put the phone back on the receiver, before your stomach growled at you asking for food. You called the kitchen and asked for a grilled cheese sandwich and some tomato soup. Your room might be warm, but the cold and snowy world outside called for something warm and comforting to fill your stomach. 

Ten minutes on the dot your door cracked open and a tall man walked in without knocking. Yet again you were taken back by how handsome he was. You were convinced whoever ran this place must have only hired models because this was too many hot people in one place. This man was a mix of cute and scary. He was wearing a black oversized t-shirt, with a pair of baggy cargo pants. You could see he had tattoos stretching from his fingers all the way to his neck on both arms, 2 lip rings, an eyebrow piercing, and an ear full of other bits of metal piercings. His black hair was short on the sides and fell into his eyes as he blinked. You would have been scared from everything about him until you looked into his eyes that looked like 2 perfect circles of boba, shining as they caught the light in the room. 

Once inside the room he found you sitting on the edge of your bed and smiled wide, showing both rows of perfectly white teeth. His wide smile paired with his anime like eyes, took his scary factor down several notches, but you were still apprehensive. 

“Hey so nice to finally meet you face to face instead of ass to face.” The man said as he walked towards you. 

“Excuse me?” You certainly don’t remember coming face to face, or ass to face with this man. 

“I’m the one that carried you from your apartment and then to the med bay. My name’s Jungkook, but everyone calls me JK. When I carried you from place to place, it was kind of hard not to notice your ass right next to me.” He slightly laughed, stopping about 10 feet away from you. 

“Oh okay that makes sense then I guess. What are these notes though? And why are you coming into my room all willy nilly?” You said trying to stay level headed but he was very attractive but you were still upset. 

“I thought it would be cool to be mysterious, but now I see how creepy they actually were. Sorry about that again.” He offered you a shy smile and you could tell he was genuine with his apology. 

“It’s fine. Just maybe next time make them less serial killer sounding.” You said as you stood up from the bed walking over to your desk to retrieve the notes and handing them back to him. 

“You don’t want to keep them?” He asked, looking a little crestfallen. 

You looked at him and the way his face fell confused because standing there was definitely a fully grown man, but he almost looked like a kid who just got rejected after they asked their crush out on a date. “I wasn’t planning on it but I guess I can hold onto them.” He seemed to perk up at that and returned to a slight smile on his face. 

“I guess you’re not going to tell me anything about why I’m here either?” You asked as you plopped down in the desk chair sounding exasperated. 

“No, I’m not allowed to tell you anything yet. But your orientation will be over soon.” 

“See like that! What the fuck is an orientation and what does it have to do with me?” You half yelled at him getting frustrated again at the lack of answers. 

He looked around the room lost in thought for a moment, “I know you don’t trust us because of the whole kidnapping thing. But I’ll just say, try to be open minded about it.” 

Your face dropped and looked at him: ”Really that sounds like y’all are some kind of cult or something.”

That made him laugh, his cheeks meeting his eyes making him look like a rabbit grinning at you, “No, we're definitely not a cult. But I promise there is a good reason we brought you here. I should get going though, it was nice to finally meet you face to face.” He gave you a half bow before turning and walking out the door. 

You picked up the tea that was still on your desk, now cold, but still soothing and sweet. You had slept through lunch and it was approaching dinner time and the food you ordered should be here any minute. You realized you never heard the door lock when Jungkook left. 

You stared at the door debating with yourself if you heard the lock or not. Surely he wouldn’t leave the door unlocked for you to be able to just walk out right? 

Slowly you stood up and walked towards the door, expecting at any point that someone will come behind him realizing his mistake and lock the door. You put your ear to the door listening for any movement or talking but heard nothing. You looked at the handle and hovered your hand above it, scared as if touching it would burn you. 

You slowly turned the knob and it turned freely and the door opened just a crack revealing a sliver of the bright white hallway you hadn’t seen in 2 days. 

Inching the door open, still thinking at any point someone would walk by and push you back inside your room and make sure the door actually locked this time. But the hallway was still quiet, you couldn’t even hear sounds or movement in the distance in the large house. 

You only opened the door just enough for you to be able to slip out, pressing your back flush with the outside of the door trying to make yourself as flat as possible. Still no one or any sounds. Sliding down the wall to the left of your door towards the T in the hall, keeping your back to the wall as best as you could, having to move around the paintings and art on the walls. 

You felt like you were in a spy movie, trying to avoid the bad guys and escape their house. Which you figured wasn’t too far off from your situation. You lost track of the turns and hallways you were going down, still with your back to the wall. Every time there was a cross section or turn, stopping for a minute to listen to any sound or movement before continuing. 

After the sixth turn, or was it the seventh, you were starting to wonder just how big this house was and what all the doors you were passing lead to. Some doors seemed to be normal interior doors, others very ornate with intricate cravings of different animals. One that caught your eye the most as that of a sleeping cat of some sort, laying in a forest. 

Taking another turn, this time into a hallway lined with windows that you thought might have looked familiar from your walk in with Tae, or were you going in circles. Just as you were completely against the wall you ran into something firm, grabbing your shoulders before you could fall. “Woah there. Wait what the fuck are you doing out here?” Your heart dropped to your stomach as you looked up at the man that you had seen walking through the courtyard on your first day that winked at you. 

He looked around, still holding your shoulders, trying to see if anyone was with you or around to also see you left your room. Your heart rate skyrocketing terrified of what he might do finding that you miraculously escaped your room. 

He immediately started walking back the way you came, dragging you behind him as he held onto your arm. You had to almost run to keep up with him because he was walking so fast with his long legs. He pulled you into a room you didn’t recognize spinning you and pressing you against the inside of the door. 

Your assumption that everyone here were models still stood looking at him close up. His black hair was short but had blonde streaks randomly throughout and it was pushed out of his face, showing off his piercing eyes. His lips were pursed into a frown but they still made the shape of a heart, matching his jaw. He was wearing Louis Vuitton again, but this time it was a black button down with the logo on the shirt pocket, black slacks and shiny black boots. He towered over you as he held your shoulders again, still pinning you to the door. 

“How on earth did you get out of your room? I was just coming to get you but you definitely shouldn't be just wandering the halls. You’re honestly lucky I’m the one that found you.” He spoke fast and you could barely keep up with him. 

You still weren’t sure who to trust in this house, but you also didn’t want JK to get in trouble if he truly did forget to lock the door behind him as he left. “I’m not sure either.” You lied, “I woke up from a nap and my door was open a crack so I went to see if I could find anyone.” 

He looked at you obviously not believing you for a second, “We really don’t have time for this.” He said as he lifted his left arm to look at his watch that had more diamonds on it than you had seen in your life. “I was already cutting it close coming to get you. He’s going to be mad if we are any more late.” 

He pointed at you with a serious look, “You don’t tell anyone about this, alright. Just from now on stay in your room unless we’re with you, it’s not safe by yourself.” 

“And who exactly are you and who are the ones I can leave with?”

“That’s actually where we are going now. Final part of your orientation. I guess I should introduce myself since I know the others have already. I’m Hoesok, but you can call me Hobi. 

“In any other circumstance I would say it was nice to meet you, but aside from the whole kidnapping thing, you’re hurting my arm.” He let go of your right arm, still sore from your tracker, like it burned him and he stepped away from you. 

“Sorry about that. Are you okay?” Genuine concern on his face as you nodded to him. “Great then, like I said, we better get going.”

You stepped away from the door and let Hobi open it, walking through it first, looking up and down the hallway, determining it was safe and telling you to follow him. As you walked together he didn’t try to hold you or restrain you in any way. Just walking side by side through the maze of hallways again. The two of you came to a stop at a large set of doors that Hobi opened and led you inside. 

The room was huge, seemingly bigger than should fit inside the mansion but with how many hallways and doors you passed earlier, you figured it made sense at how big the house was. It was another dark room, only lit by a few sconces on the wall, dimmed to a soft glow, and a fireplace on the far left wall with a fire crackling inside. In the middle was a long meeting table with high back chairs. On the far wall, a large screen with a logo in the middle of the letter B with roses with large thorns circling the bottom. 

Next to the screen, the wall opened and in walked Namjoon and the other 5 men you had met over the last couple days. “Ahh Hoesok, thank you for fetching Miss Yn for this.” Namjoon spoke, voice booming around the relatively empty room. “Alright everyone lets have a seat.” He walked up to you looking down at you, “Are you ready for that Q&A finally?”

“You mean I can finally get some answers?” You said almost relieved if it wasn’t you in a room with 7 gorgeous men who kidnapped you. Hearing it to yourself, it sounded like the concept to a cheesy drama that you would watch in the background as your doom scrolled on social media on your day off. But this wasn’t a TV show and you weren’t sure where this was all going. 

Namjoon just nodded his head once, before turning away and walking towards the table. You followed and he held the chair at the head of the table and facing the big screen, out for you to sit. You sat in the plush leather, scooting the chair so that your legs were under the table and you could rest your arms on the top. 

Namjoon had a tablet in front of him that controlled the lights, bringing them up slightly so you could see each of them a little better. He was on your right, and next to him as JK, smiling brightly at you and bouncing his leg with excitement. To his right was Tae who was talking across the table with Jimin. To your left was Yoongi with a laptop in front of him while he was typing something quickly before looking at Namjoon, giving him a single nod before going back to his typing. To his left was Jin, leaning back in his chair and seeming like he didn’t have a care in the world. And to his left was Jimin who was still talking with Tae. And finally to his left was Hobi looking between Jimin and Tae, very interested in what they were talking about.

“If everyone is ready.” Namjoon said loudly, getting everyone's attention. He pressed a button on his tablet and the screen changed to what looked to be a presentation with your name in big letters across the top. “Then let's get into it.”

Pair: OT7  x f!reader  

Summary: You weren't sure how it happened so quick. One day you were living your normal life, living on your own in the city, the next your asshole ex boyfriend shows up and you both get kidnapped. But maybe this wasn't an accident and these 7 really attractive men actually have a plan for you.

Genre: Mafia BTS, smut, angst, fluff, non idol au, kidnapping, MDNI 18+

Trigger Warnings: Implied Drugging

Chapter Summary: Her first morning in the house!

Note: I want to thank everyone for your comments, likes and everything! I never imagined the response I'm getting from this! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. <3

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Waking up in your bed hours later you almost forgot everything that happened. Keeping your eyes closed almost made it feel like you were still back in your apartment about to wake up for work and everything had just been a crazy dream. 

When you did finally open your eyes, you were looking at a ceiling that was definitely not your apartment. You sat up and looked at your alarm clock where it read 8:23 am. You had slept the rest of yesterday and all night away. Your body was feeling better, but your mind was still racing, anxiety starting to bubble up again. 

You stretched as you sat in the bed for a moment staring into space while your brain played a recap of the day before. Thinking back you remembered Trevor saying there were 7 men in this group and so far you had met 3 of them and 1 left you an ominous note, so where were the others, you wondered. 

“Oh my gosh, Trevor!” You said out loud to yourself, sitting up quickly. You had been so caught up with everything yesterday you didn’t even think about what happened to him. You still hated him, especially being a pawn in these men's plans, whether he knew he was or not. But that didn’t mean you wanted him to be murdered or anything even close to that. Just how badly did he mess up with them, you wondered. 

Swinging your legs off the side of the bed you shuffled to the bathroom to do your morning routine including brushing your teeth and your skin care. Just because you were a prisoner did not mean you would have bad skin. While doing that last bit of moisturizing, your stomach made an almost cartoonish growling sound. Realizing you never ate anything yesterday and threw up at one point, you were probably dehydrated as well. You quickly changed into a t-shirt from one of your favorite bands, a pair of sweat pants, and a loose front zip hoodie. Knowing if you got cold, you could zip it to keep your warmth inside. 

You walked back out to the bedroom and to the left side night stand where a sleek desk phone sat with a screen on the base. On the screen you saw some presets already done for you, 2 for the kitchen and 0 for the house manager as Tae said. But there was also 1 for emergencies, 3 for maintenance, 4 for valet, 5 for housekeeping and 6 for the med bay. You could tell by the amount of walking from place to place yesterday that this place was huge, but it was starting to sound like a hotel with this many departments and staff waiting at a beck and call. 

Your stomach made another growl, seemingly at protest at how long you were taking to call for food. You picked up the phone and touched 2 for the kitchen hearing the receiver ring. “This is the kitchen, how can I help you?” A cheerful female voice half sang into your ear. “Oh, yes, um hi. Um… I’m not sure if you heard but I’m new here.” Not sure what to say or what to ask for. “I’m not really sure how this works. Is there like a menu or something I can order from?” There was a slight pause from the woman before she spoke again, “Oh wait yes I remember one of the boys saying you were going to be staying with us. You can order anything that you want and we will deliver it to your room or wherever you are at the time.”

You could hear pots and pans clacking in the background and 2 men in a heated discussion that you couldn’t quite make out. “Really anything I want and y’all just make it happen?”

“That’s our job, yes ma'am! Now what sounds good for you this morning?” You hadn’t thought this far and weren’t quite sure what to ask for. “Um can I just get a couple fried eggs, white rice and hot sauce.” It was the first thing you could think of and it was your usual go to for breakfast at home since it was cheap and easy. 

“Is that all? Do you want anything to drink with it?” She asked curiously, being patient with you since this was all so new. 

“Yeah, do you have tea and honey? And maybe some water too?” You could hear the men arguing more now. One of them must have forgotten to add an important ingredient as the other was shouting about how his sauce was ruined and he would have to start from scratch. 

“Of course we do! Give us about 20 minutes and we'll have someone bring it up for you.” You thanked her and put the phone down on the base. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed you suddenly realized you had misplaced your cell phone at some point in the chaos yesterday. The last place you remember seeing it was on your nightstand still plugged into its charger before you answered the door for Trevor. And now looking at the same nightstand with no phone or charger in sight, you assumed one of the men here had it for safe keeping. Making sure you couldn’t call anyone for help. And who would you call that would believe you. The cops would most likely laugh at your story which, come to think of it, it was a somewhat crazy sounding. Yes my ex boyfriend set me up for 7 attractive men to kidnap me and take me back to their headquarters where I’m being taken care of and am in no known danger. 

After the police, you didn’t really have anyone in your life that you could call. Namjoon was right that you had no living family after your mom passed away from breast cancer 3 years ago. You didn’t really have any friends either. The closest you had was Samantha, the owner of The Bean Sprout. But even though y’all talked all the time at work you were never really more than employer and employee. You really were the perfect target that no one would really miss. 

After you had a mini crisis about what your life had become you decided you needed some light in the room to hopefully brighten your morning. You pulled back the velvet curtains all the way looking out across the still snowy landscape. You knew it would be cold and snowing for at least another month but you loved this weather and the views, so you were not mad about it at all. 

Looking down to your left a little you saw a patio area you hadn’t noticed yesterday in Namjoon’s office. To be honest you weren’t sure if you were on the same side of the house as his office with how far you and Tae walked together. Looking over the patio you could make out the shape of a short stone wall with lighting and what seemed to be a pool with a cover over it to keep the snow and debris out during the cold months. 

While you were looking at the patio movement caught your eye. Just outside the treeline there was a man walking towards the house along a sidewalk that had been cleared of snow. He looked like he just stepped out of a winter Louis Vuitton ad. Every bit of clothing he had on, from his beanie, thick coat, pants and even his shoes were in the iconic black and brown pattern of the brand. As he got closer to the house, you could just make out his heart shaped face. Just before he was out of view, like your eyes were a magnet for him, he looked straight at you and winked. 

Your breath caught in your lungs. Surely he wasn’t looking at you. How could he have possibly known you were looking at him or where you were. As you were catching your breath a knock on your door startled you. You walked to the door and momentarily questioned if it would open remembering that Tae locked it as he left yesterday. Before you could test the door for yourself, the handle was moving and the door started to slowly open. 

“Hello? Are you in here and are you decent?” A man's voice called out from the crack in the door. “Yes I’m here and dressed.” You responded, stomach growling again as it realized what was finally here. 

The right side door opened more for a tall thin man to walk in with a tray of your breakfast. “I am sorry if I am intruding, I heard Catherine on the phone while she was taking your order and thought I might as well bring it up and introduce myself. I’m Seokjin, but you can call me Jin.” He was very confident as he walked into the room, setting the tray of food on the desk and turning to you with a small bow. 

What was it with this group of men and why were they all so beautiful? The only word you could think of to describe Jin was stunning. His face was truly a once in a generation kind of handsome. His hair was shaggy and hung just below the tops of his ears and was a really pretty lavender color. You had wondered if he had done it himself in a bathroom mirror as there were a few small patches here and there that didn’t get as much color as the others. He was dressed in a simple white button down, dark blue jeans and sneakers. The pinnacle of easy beauty. 

“You probably don’t recognize me since you had a bag on your head last time we met, but I gave you my leg as a pillow on the car ride here.”

“Oh that was you? If you hadn’t been part of the group that just kidnapped me in that van, I would have thanked you for that.” You said teasing the man.

He chuckled a little, “Yeah I probably deserve that, we all do actually.” He turned to the tray lifting a dome lid revealing two bowls of rice, egg and a bottle of hot sauce between them. 

“Two bowls? I’m not sure if I’m that hungry.” As you said that the smell of the food hit your nose and your stomach sounded like it was going to come out of you and eat everything itself. 

“Oh no, one of them is for me. Go figure we have the same breakfast order. That is actually why I was near Catherine when you called, I was making mine and just made double for you.” He said as he took one of the bowls and handed it to you. 

You couldn’t wait for formalities and only giving him a quick thank you as you took it and the bottle of hot sauce to your bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, perching the bowl on your knee while you poured the hot sauce on it and dove in. Jin sat quietly at your desk while he ate his breakfast as well. 

Once you picked every grain of rice you could get out of your bowl and you were so full you almost wanted to take a nap, you stood up and walked to Jin at your desk placing your bowl back on the tray. “I’m sorry if that was rude of me. I hadn’t eaten in over 24 hours and it was just too good. Thank you for making that, you really didn’t have to.” You said, picking up the glass of water next to the steaming tea and bottle of honey. 

“Not a problem at all. How else would I have confirmed that the drugs I put in your rice actually got in your system?”

Your face dropped and so did your stomach. You knew this was too good to be true. How could you have been so dumb to trust one of these when just over 24 hours ago they were kidnapping you. Your hand started to shake and you put the water down so as not to drop it and break the glass it was in. 

“Hey, wait, no I’m sorry. It was a stupid joke!” Jin said standing up, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you. “I didn’t drug anything. I’m sorry. I guess it’s too early for that isn’t it?” He said the last part more to himself as you looked up at him for any sign of lying.“Here drink some of your water and why don’t you sit.” He turned you and him around in a 180 as his hands pressed on our shoulders forcing you to sit in the desk chair. 

Taking a few deep breaths you came back to yourself. “That would have been a good one about 26 hours ago before you and your brothers kidnapped me, but today yeah probably a little too early.” You gave him a weak smile, which he returned.

“Yeah that was on me. I apologize again. Although I will warn you I am full of bad jokes so try to be more prepared next time.” He said with a laugh. “I better get going. I was only supposed to drop off your food and leave.”

“Oh okay well thank you again for the breakfast.” You said as you stood up, took the tea, honey and water, setting them on your desk, and handing the tray of empty bowls back to Jin. 

He turned and went towards the door, “It was very nice to meet you today and I hope to see you around soon.” As he walked out the door, closing it behind him and the now familiar sound of the lock sliding into place again. 

Pair: OT7  x f!reader  

Summary: You weren't sure how it happened so quick. One day you were living your normal life, living on your own in the city, the next your asshole ex boyfriend shows up and you both get kidnapped. But maybe this wasn't an accident and these 7 really attractive men actually have a plan for you.

Genre: Mafia BTS, smut, angst, fluff, non idol au, kidnapping, MDNI 18+

Chapter Summary: Finally getting some answers!

Note: I want to again thank everyone for all the love you've shown about this story! This chapter was so fun to write but was also the hardest to write and went through so many revisions. I hope you all enjoy it!

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You stared blankly as Namjoon spoke, going through the slides of his presentation like this was a board meeting in some highrise in the city. Except this one was about you and the men around you. 

“So you're a gang?” You said flatly, looking at Namjoon in disbelief. 

He half smiled and chuckled, “We prefer syndicate, but yeah I guess you could say that.” He said scratching the back of his neck. “We’re Bangtan but there are 3 others in the city. We collectively own about two thirds of the city and then another three fourths of the area surrounding it. Do we do bad things? Sure. But we do them to make sure the people in our territory stay safe from the other groups out there.” All eyes were on you, judging your reaction. Which at this point was confusion and shock. You had heard about gangs in the city, but you pictured groups of kids running around causing chaos. Not this very organized crime organization that was talking to you like this was a business meeting. 

Namjoon continued, “We are all equal leaders and each handle different aspects of running the organization.” The slide moved to a new page, and you almost laughed at the absurdity of having a visual aid when going through this conversation about gangs. “So we have Jin first, he’s in charge of our uh… substances, Yoongi is our technology expert, Hobi is our mess cleaner, Jimin takes care of weapons for us and distribution, Tae is our situation fixer, and JK is our muscle. And they each have a team of people for each of their specialties. And as you know, I’m in charge of keeping them in line.”

“Okay well that’s all fine and dandy, I’m not in a gang and definitely not interested in them.” You said with a huff leaning against the back of the chair, arms crossed against your chest. You noticed a couple sets of eyes glance at your cleavage from being pushed up from the movement. Fucking men, you thought as your rolled your eyes. 

You were a normal, law abiding citizen. You had gotten one speeding ticket in your life when you were young and were learning how to drive. Your favorite song was playing on the radio and you didn’t realize you went over the limit. “I don’t even know anyone in a gang - or sorry - ‘syndicate’.” You said making finger air quotes as you said the last word. 

He jerked his head to the side, pointing at you, “That's where you’re wrong sweetheart.” The new nickname sending unwanted butterflies to your stomach. You had to remind yourself to stay calm through this. You just needed to follow what they said and hopefully soon you would be able to get out of here. 

“Remember sweet ol’ Trevor?” He continued, “He has been working for us, oh gosh what is it, 8 years.” Turning to JK to his right, directing the question at the man. 

“Almost 9 actually yeah. Him and his dad were integral parts of the south side take over, actually.” The younger man said, looking back and forth between you and Namjoon. 

You were in shock hearing this news. You knew Trevor was a piece of shit and did some shady dealings for his dad but his dad was a VP at some hedge fund corporation, not some shady gang member. But then looking around the table, you never would have guessed any of the men here were who they really were either. 

Thinking back on all this times Trevor complained about the neighborhood you two lived in. Always saying there were drugs and crime, when he most likely knew exactly how much was going on around you. 

You lived there for years and never actually saw or heard of anything nefarious. You figured it was because he was trying to pressure you into going to the east side of the city where he was born and raised and spent most of his time when he wasn’t home with you. 

Namjoon looked back at his tablet and turned off the presentation. “I should apologize for lying to you earlier. We have met before.” He said staring straight into your eyes so intently that you couldn’t look away. “One year ago today actually, now that I think about it.” He started to lean ever so slightly towards you, still staring into your eyes. “Trevor brought you to one of our offices for a meeting. He introduced us before him and I went back to my office to talk.”

The memory of that day had almost been forgotten with your others of Trevor, but it came flooding back. You were mad at Trevor, which was not uncommon for you. But on this particular day he had promised you to go to a local art museum in the afternoon and then dinner after. But he had lied and forced you to sit in an office waiting room for 3 hours while he met with some ‘important investor’ he called Namjoon. You remembered shaking a man's hand but you couldn’t recall anything about him. 

Namjoon and the other 6 men, who were all very quiet, but all still staring at you. “I had actually asked him how much to buy you from him that day.” He said casually like he was asking to buy a sandwich from a corner store. “But he refused, saying you weren’t for sale and never would be. Which was interesting when I did some digging and found out he was actually cheating on you with, what was it, 4 other girls?”

“Five.” You said with a frog in your throat still not sure what to make of all of this. “That I know of.”

“Such a pity to waste such a beautiful woman. Did you even know at the time what he was doing behind your back?” He said with a small sarcastic frown. 

Truth be told you did know, you knew almost the whole time. But you were so far deep with Trevor and so caught up in the thought of spending your lives together, that you forced yourself to ignore it. And Trevor did deserve some credit, he thought he was good at hiding it but the typical late nights at work, always out with friends on the weekend, couldn’t be ignored. And then he got too cocky and left his laptop open on your bed one morning when you saw everything, confirming what you already knew. But instead of confronting him like you should have, you pretended you didn’t see it. 

Looking back you are so mad at your past self for not standing up for yourself, instead you stayed in the relationship until he was the one to break it up. 

But neither answer was a good option. You were either going to be seen as pathetic for staying, or oblivious for not seeing what was clearly in front of you. “No, I didn't know until the end when he said he needed space.” You said as you leaned forward, arms resting on the edge of the table. You didn’t want to be seen as too weak in front of them and still being honest hoping you would be back in your apartment soon. 

“Truely a shame.” Namjoon said with a slight sarcastic tone, eyeing you before continuing, “I could tell you were unhappy, and learning that, I knew you deserved better so I started laying out my plan.” 

“I’m going to stop you right there.” You said looking at him with your face tilted down and eyes up through your lashes and brows pushed together slightly. “I’m sorry but ‘laying out your plan’? What are you, a bad actor from a cheesy low budget film?” You heard another one of the men laugh turning in time to see JK trying to hold back his smile. 

“I think I’m starting to get the picture. You’re a big, strong, powerful, mafia, gang, syndicate, whatever guy.” You said waving your hand in a circle, rolling your eyes. “And I’m the pretty girl you can’t have so you make some elaborate plan to save me from myself and take me away from all my problems. Is that about it?” You said as you rested your head on your hand, elbow against the table, batting your eyelashes at him. 

He looked at you darkly, one eyebrow raised with a cocky smile on his face. “Wow my hero!” You said even more sarcastically, taking both of your hands together and swinging them to your left shoulder like an animated character who just fell in love. He let out a huff of air through his nose, looking you up and down. His jaw ticked trying to keep his rising frustration at bay. He had to remind himself this was new for you, for all of them, and lashing out was a normal response, even if it ticked him off. 

“Yeah I’ve seen this movie a few times actually. So what, you want me to marry you and we can be king and queen together forever?” 

“Close but not quite.” He said keeping his eyes on you, “You see me and my guys, we get… lonely you could say. And we are in need of someone who will keep us company.”

“So a sex slave? Y’all are all scary and beautiful but I’m gonna have to pass on that offer. Thank you though.” you said as you started to stand up to walk out. Where were you going to walk to, you had no idea, but you weren’t staying here. Yoongi grabbed your wrist gently asking you to sit and keep listening. You sat back down but keeping an eye on the door in the wall next to the screen in case you needed to run for it. Starting to feel your brain go from fawn to flight, not liking where this was going. 

Namjoon looked at you, seriousness etched on his face. “Also no to that. You would have full autonomy here and it would be more of … companionship, you could say. We see each other every single day of the year and we need something and someone new.” 

“You say full autonomy, so I could leave if I wanted?” 

“If one of us is with you, yes. It truly is for the best until you learn the house. And you’ll definitely need an escort if you leave headquarters.” 

“And what if I say no to the whole thing and want to go home. I barely know y’all, you kidnapped me and Trevor, and I don’t even want to know what -”

“Oh he’s dead.” Said JK without looking up from his laptop. All eyes snapped to him, Tae next to him slapping his arm and saying that they weren’t supposed to tell you. 

“Wait! You all killed Trevor?!” You shouted at the table of men.

“Okay we’re clearly getting off track Yn -.” Namjoon said, putting his hand on your arm. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You shouted again, pulling your arm away from Namjoon quickly. Your head was spinning. Sure you hated that man, but a small part of you still loved him. He was your longest relationship and at one point you thought he would be the father of your children, and now he was just gone. 

“What the fuck have you guys done? You kidnap the two of us, put a fucking tracker in my back, throw me in a locked room and tell me to trust you guys. I don’t even know you! How do you expect me to be okay with any of this?” You yell again, not able to see through the tears coming up faster than they can fall. You stood from your chair, knocking it to the floor, pacing back and forth. Your hands reaching for your hair, pulling at the strands in frustration. 

You turned back to the table of men, “When were you going to tell me that he was dead or was that just something else for you to keep from me?”  

You flinched as you felt a hand on your left arm gently going up and down your bicep in a calming motion. Jin had gotten up from his seat and was standing next to you, looking up at you as he said “He took his own life Yn, I’m sorry. After you left the med bay, we took him there to get processed as well. Patrick had stepped out of the room for just a minute and when he came back he had slit his own throat. They tried to stop the bleeding but it was too late and he was gone. I truly am sorry.” 

You could feel tears streaming down your face. Your breathing had evened out some with Jin still holding onto your arm making comforting up and down motions. Joon spoke again quietly, “That’s why I was so late for our meeting yesterday. The staff called me first and we had to call in Hobi’s team to clean the room.” 

“I don’t know what to say. I think this is all too much for me right now.” You looked at Jin through the tears in your eyes, and he had a small supportive smile on his face. 

“I can take you back to your room if you want and you can process everything.” Jin said next to you. No one objected, knowing that this meeting did not go how they thought it would and went downhill fast. 

“Yeah that sounds like a good idea.” Jin turned to the main door and you followed as he led you into the hallway, and back to your room. Once inside your double doors you turned and slid down the inside of the door, letting your head fall into your hands as you cried. 

You were not just mourning Trevor, but also your life. The last half hour solidified what you already knew but didn’t want to accept, that there was no going home. 

If these men really thought they could just steal you away and keep you locked in these walls and not put up a fight, they obviously didn’t know as well as they thought they did. You had been passive long enough for them. They were obviously powerful and weren’t tricked or deceived easily. The only way out of this was to make your own plan and you were not going to make it easy for anyone. 

Pair: OT7  x f!reader  

Summary: You weren't sure how it happened so quick. One day you were living your normal life, living on your own in the city, the next your asshole ex boyfriend shows up and you both get kidnapped. But maybe this wasn't an accident and these 7 really attractive men actually have a plan for you.

Genre: Mafia BTS, smut, angst, fluff, non idol au, kidnapping, MDNI 18+

Chapter Note: Happy Tuesday everyone! I hope you have had a great week! It's been quiet in Army world with the guys enjoying their break before the Europe leg of the tour! Paris fashion week is this week and I can't wait to see what Jimin and Hobi have for us! As always thank you so much for all he love for this story! We're in the middle of some angst right now but I promise it's not forever. <3

The tag list is growing each post! Let me know if you want to be added XD

**In case you didn't see it, I did post a one shot with Yoongi titled 'Chains' last week for Festa. Check it out if you HERE are interested!. It is established relationship smut and I had so much fun writing it!

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You stood at the counter of The Bean Sprout finally feeling like you could breathe for a moment. The first wave of early morning customers on their normal commute was finally over. The last two hours flying by in a blur of espresso shots, steamed milk and warmed pastries. 

The shop was smaller but it had a cosy vibe. The walls were painted a dark blue, almost black, a few small tables and chairs ran the length of the far wall, all mismatched thrifted pieces Samantha found. There was a small, deep purple couch and two dark green arm chairs a few feet from the end of the counter. Art work from local artists and more thrifted pieces covered the walls, and long vining plants resting on the frames, filling the few gaps there were. 

Samantha came around the corner behind the counter with an arm full of syrups to restock before the next wave happened. “Hey, can you check on the guy in the corner by the window? He’s been sitting there for a while and hasn’t ordered anything.” She said as she started changing out the vanilla syrup for a new bottle. 

“Sure thing.” You looked at the man she mentioned, sitting alone at a small table, leaning back in the seat, casually flipping the pages of the book in his hand. You hadn’t seen him come in or recognized him from the back of his head, but he seemed like he belonged in the small coffee shop. 

Pulling your note pad and favorite pen from your apron as you approached the table, “Good morning sir. Did you want to order anything while you are here?” You looked up at his face and were taken aback a little by his striking features. In particular his piercing dragon shaped eyes. A slight bit of familiarity came to you, but you couldn’t place where you had seen him before. 

A smile broke out across his face when he looked at you, like he was in on a joke you weren’t. “Yeah, iced americano. Thanks.” He started to lift his book back to his face and you turned to go back to the counter to make his drink. “Oh!” He said getting your attention again. “And a cinnamon coffee cake if you still have any.”

Putting your notepad and pen back in your apron, “Yes sir, we do. Coming right up.” His eyes narrowed so brief you almost missed it at what you said. You couldn’t tell if he was upset at what you said and decided to brush it off. He gave you a small bow of his head before lifting his book to his face again. 

As you made his drink and warmed one of the coffee cakes from the display case, you couldn’t shake the feeling like you had seen him before. 

Setting the tall glass of coffee and the tea plate with the cake in front of him, you noticed his eyes were locked on your face. But not your eyes though, it was like he was studying the rest of your face, committing it to memory. You gave him a slight smile, “Let me know if you need anything else.” And turned to return to your spot behind the espresso machine as a few people had filtered in and orders were starting to line up next to Samantha. 

The second wave of commuters had come and gone before you remembered to check on the man in the corner again. Looking at his table, he was still in the seat facing away from you, but there was now a second man with him. His face moved through so many emotions and expressions as he spoke. His laugh echoed across the small shop as he almost threw himself on the floor from laughing so hard. You couldn’t hear what was being said between the two men but you wondered what they could possibly be talking about that was that funny. 

The new man at the table finished laughing, having to take a deep breath to calm himself, when his eyes locked on yours from across the room. The corner of his mouth moved into a slight smile before winking at you and then going back to the conversation with the other man. 

Customers flirting with you was nothing new, so you brushed it off and continued to clean from the mess you made making so many drinks in a hurry. You were bent over, organizing the remaining muffins in the display case, when you saw a pair of long legs walk up to the counter. You moved to the register to see the first man standing in front of you. “Oh yes sir, did you need anything else?”

His eyes moved again at you, this time a faint smile ghosted his lips for a moment as well. “Another iced americano to-go please.” 

“Of course. Two americanos and a cake will be $13.78.” You tapped on your ordering system and turned the screen to face him so he could pay while you went to make his drink. 

“Cute little shop you have here.” He moved to the end of the counter where orders were picked up. 

“Thanks. Yeah Samantha really had a vision for the place and people seem to enjoy it.”

“Do you enjoy it?” He put his hands in his pockets, his wide shoulders blocking the entire pick up area. 

You gave him your best practiced customer service smile, “I do. It can be a little crazy at times, but it’s a good place to work. Why, are you interested in applying?” 

You set his to-go drink on the counter in front of him, but he didn’t move to take it. “No, I have enough on my plate right now.” He said with a slight chuckle and looked down at the drink waiting for him. “You definitely have talent though. Best americano I’ve had outside my hometown.” 

You internally rolled your eyes at the tall man. You could feel the cheesy pick up line coming any moment before he asked for your number. You had gone through this routine a few times with customers, always politely declining. 

Instead he surprised you by taking the drink in his hands and turned to leave. “I’ll see you next time.” He called as he walked out the front door. 

You woke up to a stabbing feeling in your leg. Deft hands reaching down your pant leg and finding the small knife you stole from the kitchen still in your pocket. You were lucky that it had a plastic cover on it or it would have cut your leg in the night. Hand wrapping around the cool metal handle you removed it from your pocket and brought it under your pillow for safe keeping. 

Laying on your back, staring at the dark ceiling, you thought of the dream you just woke up from. You had forgotten about that day at work, until your subconscious brought it back to you tonight. You now confirmed that the familiarity you had when you saw the man's face, was because it was in fact Joon. The meeting Trevor had with him had been a few months before that day at work. 

You figured he had followed you, on top of the research he did, but you had no idea he was so bold as to actually approach and talk to you while you were at your job. It was only a month later that Bangtan took you from your apartment and you now laid in their house. 

You tried to think through every interaction you had with customers at work and strangers in public, to find any other time you had seen any of them. There were a couple maybes, a passing look from someone at the grocery store, or the car next to you at a stop light, but you couldn’t be sure. 

Walking back to your bed after a mid-night bathroom break, making sure you take some of the pain medication that Patrick gave you for your nose. When the glare of the outside lights moving across your discarded phone caught your eye. You picked it up looking at your reflection in its dark screen. You remember Yoongi saying that his team was working on it but you didn’t think it would be wiping everything from your life off of it. He must have left it for you after he brought you back from the kitchen, because it was definitely not here when you left with the sous chef. 

Your cheeks heated at the thought of Yoongi, the memory of him pressing you against the wall outside your room. The way your body melted into his and for a very brief moment you even welcomed the kiss but then the realization that he was one of the seven that took you from your perfectly fine life, trapped you here to keep almost as a pet to have when they thought of you. And even though you only saw Hobi, Jin and Joon through the “game” yesterday, you knew they were all involved. The anger you held for them coming to the front of your mind. You couldn’t think any of them were attractive, no, that would be wrong and very fucked up. 

You felt like you were debating an angel and devil on your shoulder like you saw in cartoons. The angel reminding you of all the fucked up things they had done in just under a week to you. But the devil reminded you of how long it had been since you had been with anyone and how gorgeous they all were. And that it seemed like at least a couple might be interested in you. This would have to be an augment you had with yourself when you had adequate sleep and weren’t on pain medications. 

Still holding the phone looking at yourself on the screen, you could see the purple and blue bruise that spread from your nose and now under your eyes. You turned the phone back on wanting to make sure what you saw earlier wasn’t another dream. The lock screen and home screen backgrounds were still solid black and the four apps were still the only ones on the main page. You swiped right to find the app navigation screen, trying to hold onto some bit of hope that those four were just the ones on the main page and the rest were hidden away. 

But your heart sank and another wave of tears threatened to come up as you confirmed everything was indeed wiped from the phone. There wasn’t even an internet browser any more. No connection to the outside world and your life outside these walls.

Opening the contacts app again, you confirmed again that there were only seven names and one titled headquarters. You thought, surely they wouldn’t just give you their phone numbers, so you pressed a random one to test it. A picture of JK came across the screen with his name at the top as it started to ring. It only rang once before you heard his voice come through the phone. You looked down at the device, stunned that they actually gave you their numbers. The whiplash you got from them and their mixed signals was going to drive you crazy. 

“Hello? Yn? Are you there?” JK said starting to sound panicked because you weren’t responding. 

You pressed speaker on the screen, “Yeah I’m here. Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

 “Oh no you didn’t. I’ve been up. Did you need something?” 

You debated on being honest with the man or trying to think of a quick lie, deciding to go for a middle ground, “Uh, no I was just bored and looking through my phone.” 

“Good. I actually wanted to talk with you. Since we’re both up, can I come get you?” 

“Uh sure?” You said more like a question. 

“I’ll be there in a minute, my room isn’t far.” He sounded like he was typing on a loud keyboard as he spoke and before you could respond he hung up on you. 

And he was right, he must have been very close because less than two minutes later you could hear the shuffle of house shoes on the marble tile in the hallway, before the sound of the lock on your door sliding open and a soft knock came from outside. The door didn’t open though, he let you open it on your own, swinging it wide so that he could come in. He was obviously dressed for bed but looked wide awake and almost too energetic for the time. 

“Oh no, we're going somewhere else.” He declared, backing up so that you could step out of the room. You turned to slip your feet into your slippers by your desk and walked into the hall with him. He didn’t say anything, just giving you a short nod of his head before he turned and walked down the hall to the right of your door. 

You followed close behind, the only sound was each of your slippers walking through the empty halls. The house was eerily quiet. The live-in staff were all on their side of the mansion, sleeping. And the ones that didn’t live on the property wouldn’t be here for hours. You had to walk fast as JK’s long legs made his normal walking pace be an almost trot for you. 

He slowed as he turned and opened a set of double french doors. The only thing you could see was the white fabric that hung on the inside of the doors, the inside of the room shrouded in darkness. JK walked in, disappearing in the darkness, before you heard a light switch be flipped and several lamps around cast the room in a yellow glow. 

The room was long to either side, the walls were all floor to ceiling bookshelves with a ladder on both sides to reach the top shelves. To the left was a fussball table, with a half circle of bar tables and chairs around it. The walls were packed full of books that looked like they had been put on the shelves in a hurry and with no real organization to them. To your right was a large U shaped couch with two large ottomans in the middle, that if you put them all together they would make an almost giant bed. The shelves around this side were also full, but instead of books, it was rows of DVDs and video game boxes. On the far right wall was a massive TV that almost took up the whole wall, below it was a short but long entertainment center with just about any video game system you could think of lined up in perfect order. In the middle of the room, and straight in front of you, were 3 arm chairs set in a circle with a round coffee table in the middle. 

JK moved into the room and sat at one of the arm chairs, “Sit.” Motioning for you to pick a chair. You took a seat in the plush chair, sitting on the edge of the seat, back straight, ready to listen to whatever he had to say. He was leaning back in the seat, arms crossed over his chest and his mouth formed a straight line across his face. 

“Sorry I’m late.” The baritone voice of Tae made you look up at the man walking into the room. He was also in pajamas, hair damp like he had just washed it, and sticking to his face. 

“Not late.” JK called over his shoulder but not taking his eyes off of you. 

Tae fell into the third chair completing the circle. Both men looked at you, making you feel small, but you kept your back and shoulders tall, not wanting to let your anxiety of what seemed to be a planned meeting show to the two men. 

JK looked into your eyes and almost felt like he was staring at your soul, “What the fuck?” He said with an exasperated sigh. You just looked at him, eyes wide, not knowing what to say or what he was asking about. 

Tae tilted his head to the side a bit, “He asked you a question, Yn.” 

You opened your mouth a little, eyes bouncing between the men. “I’m sorry. I’m not sure what you’re asking me.”

JK leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes still boring into yours,” What. The. Fuck?” He said again slower and enunciated every word clearly. “You were going to poison us? Really?” His eyes squinted at you, his face firm, very clear that he was more than angry at your plan the other day. 

You dropped your eyes to the floor, your back relaxing from its stick straight position a little. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. So I’m going to repeat myself one last time. What the fuck?”

You lifted your eyes back to him, “I was pissed.” You shrugged one of your shoulders, “I thought I could turn the tables on you guys this time.” 

He eyed you, looking you up and down but didn’t respond, this time Tae speaking as your eyes shifted to him, “I know what we’ve done and everything that happened might seem extreme, but it’s how we do things. It’s how we got to where we are. And I am sorry that it’s been a lot for you to take in-”

You cut him off, not able to stop yourself, “No you don’t know! You guys act like all of this is normal, when it’s not. It might be to your world, but until 3 days ago, I didn’t even know Bangtan existed. And if I’m being fully honest, I just want to go home and act like this was all some fucked up dream that will fade from memory.”

“I think we’re past that point.” Tae said with a small chuckle. “The only way out of here, for anyone, is in a wood box.” 

“And what if I refuse to accept that?”

“Then you’ll end up in one a lot sooner than you think.”

You looked between the men, not sure what to say. Obviously they were dangerous, and liked to flip their emotions around on a dime, but you didn’t think that they would kill you if you no longer served them. The thought sent a chill down your spine. You had very quickly gotten lost in their smiles and kindness, until yesterday, that you almost forgot who they were outside of these walls. 

“Besides, if you're going to try something like that, you have to do better than some eye drops in tea.” JK said with a small laugh. 

“Yeah, well my only knowledge of that stuff comes from true crime shows and the few suspense novels I’ve read. And since you all took away my access to the internet, I had to work with what I had.”

“Fair enough. Just know that if you try anything like that again, the punishment will be significantly worse.”

Your mind flashed to the knife you stole from the kitchen that you left under your pillow earlier. If anyone found it while you weren’t in your room, well you didn’t want to think about what would happen. 

“Duely noted.” You said with a nod to the man. 

Tae moved forward, resting his arms on the arms of the chair he sat in, “Like I was saying, our methods can seem… extreme. But there is a purpose behind everything we do. It might not be clear at first, but I promise there is.” 

Your eyes moved to JK as he spoke, “We want you here. We wouldn’t have done all of this if we didn’t. But there are rules that have to be followed. I guess we didn’t think we had to spell it out, but the top one being, not to try to hurt the members. We are a family first and will protect each other if we need to.” 

“Have you had to protect them from someone before?” You asked both of them. 

“Everyday.” Tae said looking into your eyes, not blinking. Another chill ran down your spine. Because the Tae looking at you was someone different than how showed you your room when you first got to the house and was all smiles and wouldn’t let go of your hand. This was Taehyung of Bangtan who would do anything to protect what was his. You looked at JK and he had the same deadly look on his face. And you could feel the blood drain from your face. 

“We need to make sure you understand what we are saying, Yn.” JK said to you, voice low and a slight threatening tone to his voice. 

You stared back at the man and nodded your head in agreement. 

“Use your words” JK’s jaw ticked a little as he spoke. 

“I understand.” You said looking at both of them trying to sound as sincere as you could. A pregnant pause stretched between the three of you as you took in their words, and not sure what to do or say next. Your stomach turned with anxiety though, not able to get your mind off the kitchen knife unguarded in your room. You knew housekeeping didn’t start their rounds for another couple of hours, but you still didn’t want to risk it. 

“Good, I’m glad that is settled.” JK said as he stood. “It’s late, we should all get some rest.” Tae stood, offering his hand to you to stand as well. You took it, feeling the warmth seep into your skin for a brief moment. 

The two of them turned and started to walk out of the room and you followed closely behind. They walked side by side talking about a new recruit under JK’s team that wasn’t doing as well as hoped. They stopped at your door saying your goodbyes as they were now talking about some new video game they were going to play together. 

Once you were back inside your space and you heard your door lock, you made a bee line for your bed. Lifting your pillow, your heart sank as you looked at the empty space that you were sure you left it in. You started to fling pillows and the blankets off the bed, landing on the floor in random piles. Throwing the main comforter off the end of the bed, you heard a metallic thunk hit the wood floor. 

You leaped over the footboard of the bed and started digging through the mounds of fabric, when a flash caught your eye by your foot. Lifting the edge of the blanket next to you, breathing a sigh of relief seeing the knife laying on the floor. You quickly picked it up, looking it over and making sure the sheath was secure. You went over to your tall dresser between your bathroom and closet, opening the very bottom drawer and placing the knife at the back, behind your collection of sweatpants. You would have to think of a better place for it another time. 

You gathered the pillows and blankets you had haphazardly thrown around your room and remade your bed. Once everything was back in place, you sank into the plush mattress and covered yourself in the soft comforter. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, as the seconds passed. It was still the middle of the night and you were still recovering from your broken nose and trek through the woods not twelve hours ago. 

Closing your eyes, willing sleep to come to you quickly, your mind wandered back to the dream you had earlier. When you had seen Joon The Bean Sprout you had actually thought he was cute and hoped that he would come in again soon. Maybe even slip your number to him if the opportunity was there. Of course now you actually did have his number, just not in the way you would have chosen to get it. 

Pair: OT7  x f!reader  

Summary: You weren't sure how it happened so quick. One day you were living your normal life, living on your own in the city, the next your asshole ex boyfriend shows up and you both get kidnapped. But maybe this wasn't an accident and these 7 really attractive men actually have a plan for you.

Genre: Mafia BTS, smut, angst, fluff, non idol au, kidnapping, MDNI 18+

Chapter Warnings: Drugging, Undressed and dressed while unconscious

Note: Hey y'all! I am so sorry for the late post. I said I would post on Tuesday's and I immediately failed on that. Tuesday came up and I just wasn't happy with what I had so I had to do some writes to this chapter and the rest of what I had. BUT, we should be back to our regular schedule next week.

I also might have a surprise for Festa on Saturday!

As always thank you for all the love you have given this story and I hope you all love this chapter!

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“I’m sorry, she tried to do what?” Jimin looked at Joon like he had grown an extra head, especially with how casual he seemed about it. 

Joon had called a meeting to his office not long after he took you back to your room. “Please, It’s not like any of it was actually going to work.” Joon rolled his eyes as he thought about your immature attempts at hurting them. 

“She still tried though.”Jimin said, exasperated at how calm everyone seemed to be about the situation. 

“Can you blame her?” JK stood from his spot on one of the couches in Joon’s office, starting to pace in front of the fireplace. “That was a lot of information for her, she’s not used to death and everything like we are.” 

“We all know you still don’t like her being here dude. Shut the fuck up.” Hobi said, looking at Jimin on the other couch from the one Hobi, Yoongi, JK were sharing. 

“No I won't, this is a perfect example of why we shouldn’t have brought her here.” Jimin glared at Hobi. 

“Yeah well it’s a little late for that, I think.” Yoongi said dryly next to Hobi. 

Jimin stood from his spot on the couch, walking up to Joon who was leaning against the front of his desk. “How are you so calm about this?” He turned on his heel looking at each of his brothers. “How are any of you?”

“Don’t misunderstand me, I’m fucking pissed. She is definitely not getting away with this. Minor as it was, I think she’s gotten too comfortable and we’ve been too nice.” Joon said, arms crossing in front of his chest. 

Jimin spun back to look at Joon, “Wait what?” 

“If you had let me finish.” Joon pushed off the desk to walk around to sit in his tall desk chair. “I called the meeting to talk about what she did. But I also wanted to make a plan for her punishment.” 

All eyes were on Joon as he spoke. He knew the other men and even if they weren’t saying it, they were pissed too. The fact that you were comfortable enough to think you could game their system, and get away with it was not going to fly with him. His job was to protect the 6 men in front of him no matter what. Yes he had chosen you and went through this whole plan to have you here, but you also needed to learn your place and who was in charge here. 

Wordlessly Jimin turned back and took his seat on the couch again. Tae nodded to him silently making sure the older man was okay. Jimin returned his nod, sitting back on the couch, ready to hear what the others had to say. 

“Right so Jin, are the guys down in the lab still working on what we talked about the other day?” Joon leaned forward, elbows on the desk and hands clasped together in front of him. 

Jin sat up straight, surprised to be brought into the conversation. “Uh, yeah they just finished the second batch yesterday.” 

Joon smiled at him, the others knew that smile. Joon had a particularly good idea, or bad depending on whose side of the plan you were on. “Perfect. I need you to get a couple doses for us.” 

After your meeting with Joon, he took you back to your room, he was calm and relaxed the whole time. You were kind of surprised, thinking that he would be mad about what you tried to do. Expecting him to walk right past your room and take you to the black box in the basement he talked about. Once inside the bedroom you stood there for a moment hearing his footsteps retreat down the hallway. After a couple minutes you still didn’t hear any raised voices or footsteps coming in your direction, you felt it was safe to finally relax and release the breath you had been holding since Hobi took you to Joon’s office. 

You were now sitting comfortably on your bed, reading the book you had started the other day. At this point you were almost done with it, but so lost in the story you didn’t want it to end. The two main characters were finally running away from their families and lives to be together. A knock on the door forced you out of the pages though. You had ordered lunch a little bit ago and were expecting it by now. You heard the lock slide open and the large wooden door creek open. “You can just set it on the table. Thank you.”

“Well fine if you don’t want to see me, you can just tell me that.” JK said from the doorway. His voice made you snap your head up to look at him. You had expected one of the cooks or other employees of the house to bring your food to you, but seeing the wide shoulder man in your doorway was a welcome surprise. 

“Oh hi!” You set the book down and started to get out of the bed before JK told you to stay and brought the tray over to you. “I don’t remember ordering you with my lunch.” You said playfully as he set the tray of kimchi jjiage and white rice in front of you. 

“Yeah well I wanted to apologize for yesterday. What I said made shit hit the fan and that’s not how we wanted you to find out about Trevor.” He picked up your soup and handed it to you. “Here you should eat something. I heard Jin say you skipped breakfast.” 

You smiled at him, you knew he was sweet and didn’t mean to be so harsh yesterday, but he seemed extra nice today. You wondered how he was a part of this criminal organization when he seemed so normal. In fact they all did, besides Jimin who you hadn’t had much interaction with. You definitely didn’t have to wonder who he was considered the muscle of the team. He was wearing a black t-shirt that was snug around his arms and chest, showing every dip and curve of the large muscles. You also got a better view at the tattoos covering his hands and arms that disappeared under the shirt, but you could see continued on his neck above the shirt. 

You took a few big bites of the soup, every other one getting a spoonful of rice and some of the broth together. It warmed you from the inside and was a perfect meal on such a cold day. 

The two of you talked while you ate, laughing and enjoying each other's company. Once you were done with your meal, JK moved the tray to the end of the bed while you two continued to talk before you started to get tired, leaning back against the pillows behind you as you had to fight to keep your eyes open. 

Your head flopped back against the headboard behind you as you could no longer control the muscles in your neck. As a matter of fact, you couldn’t move your arms or legs either. Your heart rate climbed, as you started to panic, not sure what was happening or why your body was not responding to you.  were able to open your eyes enough to see JK look at the watch on his arm, “Right on time.” 

He leaned up, coming up only a couple inches from your face. “You should have behaved.” He said before your eyes closed and everything went black. 

“Should be waking up any moment now.” You heard a voice above you say. They sounded muffled and far away at the same time. You moved your head side to side, the muscles in your neck feeling like they hadn’t been used in months. You slowly blinked your eyes open, flinching at the bright light above you. You tried to move your arm up to cover your eyes from the light, but your arms wouldn't respond, feeling heavy next to your body and unable to move. 

“There she is.” You heard another voice say from your other side, just as muffled as the first. You opened your eyes again, this time braced for the light. You lulled your head to the left, in the direction of the second voice. It took you a few seconds of blinking, trying to focus your eyes, when a face finally came into view and you saw the angular face of Hobi smiling at you. Your brows knitted in confusion. 

You turned your head to the right, from where the first voice came from. You saw Jin standing there, but he wasn’t looking at you, instead he was focused on a monitor on the wall next to you. 

Looking down at your body you saw that you were on what looked like a wooden dining table. Your clothes had changed, you now looked like you were going skiing, with white waterproof boots and pants, and a big white puffer jacket. You looked back and Hobi and Jin confusion ran through your brain. 

“You should start having some feeling back in the rest of your body in a few minutes.” Jin said as he moved to the end of the table. 

“Wha- what’s going on.” You said hoarsely. Your throat was so dry, you tried to cough, but ended up wheezing instead. You looked around you more, seeing the three of you were in a cramped room with wood siding and wood lining the ceiling. The air smelled stale but had a pungent aroma of cedar. There was a small, two seater sofa against the wall to the right and a short countertop with a bare metal sink in the corner. 

Hobi leaned down closer hovering over your face and you turned your head to look at him, “A little game we cooked up for you. A simple one at that.” He had a wicked smile on his face as he stood up straight and joined Jin at the end of the table. “Survive.”

You tried to lift your head up to look at them but you couldn’t hold it, so you dropped your head back to the wood table with a thunk. Your eyes bounced around looking at the ceiling, processing his words. 

“This is our hunting outpost in the woods behind headquarters.” Jin spoke now, almost sounding bored. “We’re gonna head out and you have to find your way back on your own. And hopefully before nightfall, it gets cold once the sun goes down.” He looked at his watch, “which is in 6 hours.” 

Panic shot through you. “What is this? Why are we out here?” You asked, starting to sound frantic. 

“For the game. Have you not listened to anything we’ve told you?” Hobi said with a chuckle, but with a definite edge to it, sounding frustrated. “See you back at the house. Hopefully.” 

You lifted your head again to see the two turn and walk out the front door of the small room and into the snowy woods. You could hear their footsteps through the snow and then the revving of an engine before the vehicle drove off. 

All you could do was lay there, your body still unable to move on its own. Jin said you should in a few minutes, but what if he was wrong? What if you just laid there for days and they never came to get you?

You had to push those thoughts and your anxiety away. They were not helping the situation, in fact it was just making your heart beat faster, making you breathe faster, making the anxiety worse in a fucked up loop. 

Focusing on your fingers first, you tried to move any of them you could. After about a minute you could finally feel your finger and toes moving and slowly getting feeling back in your hands, and then arms, and finally your legs. You were able to move everything but it was far from graceful. You would lift your arm from the table, stretching and testing it, only for it to flop back down. 

Knowing that whatever they had given you was truly wearing off, you tried to stay calm and lay on the table waiting for your appendages to catch up with your brain. But you also knew that the day was not getting any longer and that soon you would run out of sunlight. You had no idea where on the property you were or how far you were from the mansion. But based on the way Jin and Hobi were talking, it was not going to be an easy trek back. 

While you laid there you also thought about how you ended up here. You weren’t dumb, you knew this was your punishment for the stuff you got from the store, but this seemed a little extreme to you. But what did you know about gangs and their levels of punishment? You guessed you were lucky you didn’t end up in the basement after all. 

You couldn’t believe you trusted JK with your food like that. Jin had joked about drugging your food, but it was truly a joke. This answered your question of how JK was in the mafia, you guessed. He might have seemed like a sweet, boba eyed man, but under that, he was one of the leaders of the most powerful gangs in your city and you had gotten entirely too comfortable and trusting of any of them. 

After a few more minutes you felt like you had some more control over your body. You were able to sit up, holding yourself up with your hands flat on the table next to your hips. Looking down, you realized you had a couple leads from a heart monitor going up and into your shirt. Reaching down, you pulled off the electrodes that were stuck to your chest. The monitor they were connected to made a loud beeping noise since there was no heart beat being detected, but you silenced it by reaching up and hitting the power button on the side. 

You took a moment to look around the room again. Seeing the sofa and makeshift kitchen again, what you hadn’t seen was a door in the middle of the wall behind you. Wanting to investigate you turned your body on the table so your legs were dangling off the side. 

With a deep breath you placed each foot on the floor, not putting any weight on them yet, just testing the feeling of being upright again. You slowly put more weight on your left leg and then your right, feeling that they were stable enough, you took a step forward. Which you immediately regretted as you fell face first on the hard wood floor. Your arms barely had time to react to catch you, smacking your elbow as you went down but still hitting your face on the floor. 

You laid on the floor groaning in pain now. Reaching up to your nose, it was bent to the side and had blood trickling out of it, definitely broken. Moving your fingers down to your lip you hissed in pain as they found it split on the right side of your upper lip. You laid there for a moment just taking it in and processing what all was happening. You had to remind yourself that you couldn’t stay there long as you were running out of daylight. 

With a big groan you got your arms under you and pushed up to stand. You gripped the edge of the table to help you get to your two feet. Testing them again, still holding onto the table you lifted each leg, bending your knee slightly and twisting your ankle in a circle. You took a careful step, and your legs held this time. You carefully and slowly walked to the door. 

Opening it you found nothing but a storage room. Empty cardboard boxes and an old dirty mattress are the only things in the small closet. 

You turned back into the main space, making your way to the front door. Before you could get there you noticed a chair next to the door with a box on it. Carefully you walked up to it and opened the box, not sure what you would find. 

Your face dropped and you took a big sigh before pulling out a bottle of honey, a cinnamon candle, a package of snack cakes, a box of tampons, and a tube of mascara. “Fuck you Namjoon.” They were all the items you had requested to keep after your meeting with him earlier that day. You swore you could almost hear his chuckle at seeing your reaction. 

Luckily the pants they put you in were cargo pants, so you stuffed the honey, snack cakes, and tampons into the various pockets. You weren’t sure if or when you would have access to food again once you left the shack. You actually made use of one of the tampons, putting the cotton in your right nostril to soak up some of the blood still coming from your broken nose. 

You paused while you were closing the last pocket of snack cakes on your leg. These were not the clothes you were in when you had lunch with JK. Which means at least one of the guys underdressed you and put these clothes on, or a staff member you supposed. You hoped for the latter for your own sanity. 

Finally feeling as prepared as you could be, you opened the front door and stepped out into the cold, winter day. You knew you remembered hearing an engine rev when Jin and Hobi left, you were hoping to at least see a direction to go in from the tracks. But enough time had passed and the snow was falling so hard that its tracks were long gone. 

You walked a few feet away from the house scanning everything around you. Trying to find any sign of which direction to go in. You had never even been camping before, how did they expect you to make it back to the mansion on your own? The only thing you knew was the direction the sun rose and set in, which might be helpful, but probably not when you didn’t even know what direction the house was to you. 

There was nothing around you but snow, trees, and one chipmunk you saw scurry through the snow and up a tree.You had to zip your jacket up to your nose and bring the hood up over your head to keep your body heat in. 

You started to walk around the shack to see if there was anything at the back side. Having to lift your feet up and out of the fallen snow around you and the drugs still in your system made walking difficult. You had to hold onto the wood siding of the shack to stay upright. You gasped slightly as you looked up from the ground, trying to watch your step through the layer of snow, to the tree line in front of you. There was a small clearing of trees that you assumed the path through these woods led. You noticed the sun was just starting to fall to your right, meaning you were headed south. Hoping this was actually a path back to the main house you picked up your feet and started walking to the clearing. 

You walked for what felt like forever, trying your best to stick with the small clearing of trees you assumed was a trail. You felt somewhat confident because you never came across your own tracks in the snow, so you knew you weren’t just going in circles. 

The sun was slightly lower at this point and you could estimate that maybe two hours had passed, but you had no way to really know. You had stopped for a break when you came across a boulder a little off the trail that was covered by trees and had little snow on it. You climbed on to rest your aching feet and legs. Taking a snack cake out of one of your pockets and eating it like a makeshift picnic. 

Although you were initially creeped out at the possibility of one of the members of Bangtan undressing you and putting you in these clothes, you were thankful for the warmer clothing since it kept the majority of the cold and snow out. You were still shivering on the large rock as you looked around hoping for any signs of life. Still nothing but trees and snow as far as you could see. 

You started to wonder if they lied to you and these weren’t the woods you saw from your window and there was no way out. Pushing that thought away, you decided you had rested enough and had to keep walking. You wouldn’t have sunlight forever, and not only would this be harder in the dark, it was going to get even colder once the sun went down. Getting back on the trail you continued to walk hoping that you were getting close. 

After much more walking, you knew you were actually not close. At this point you had given up on trying to stick to the path you thought was a trial, not trusting it. Instead you just walked straight south. Or at least what you hoped was south based on the sun still going down to your right. You were tired and just wanted to get into the warm mansion, hoping that there actually was a mansion for you to find soon. 

You were pushing through a particularly dense patch of shrubs and trees when you could have sworn you heard a car driving on pavement a ways off in front of you. 

You took off through the trees and brush as fast as your legs, that were long numb to the cold air, would take you. Stumbling as you found a definite human made rock path, landing on your hands and knees. You stared at the hard surface below your hands, you could almost cry finally finding signs of civilization. 

Standing back on your feet you walked down the stone path, continuing in what you still hoped was south. Picking up speed as you could see the trees starting to thin and in the distance the dark roof of the mansion Bangtan called home and headquarters. 

Finally getting to the break in the trees and seeing the large estate in full view, you looked up at the large windows looking in each for signs of life. Movement caught your eye on the second floor, with the light from inside you could see into your bedroom. Somewhat blocking your view though, was Hobi standing in the middle of the window. Hands in his pockets and staring right at you, like he knew you would be appearing out of the woods any moment. He smiled down at you and winked, before turning and walking back towards the door to your room. It was not lost on you, the mirror you found yourself in from the first time you saw Hobi in this spot. 

Your anger at these men, specifically Hobi, was slowly building. You would be surprised if steam wasn’t coming off your head from the heat, making the snow still landing on you, evaporate. But you were also relieved that you were finally back at headquarters and could change out of your cold wet clothes. You could almost hear the sound of your shower running, steaming hot and ready for you to warm up. 

Walking up to the door that lead from the large patio, you opened the large door, feeling the heat from inside beckon you in. You stepped inside, closing the door behind you and fell to your knees, as they protested at the third fall of the day. But you ignored them, just thankful for the warmth finally. 

A pair of large boots came into view while you were hunched over trying to get your lungs used to a normal temperature again. You looked up, eyes falling over the thick legs covered in black jeans, to a broad chest and shoulders with a black button down and up to Joon’s face. He bent down and grasped your chin with his large hand, forcing you to look up at him. His grip almost hurt and you whined as your face was still prickly from the cold it had been battered with for the last few hours and swollen from the split lip and broken nose. 

A wicked smile broke out across his face as he leaned down, coming only inches from your face, “Welcome home.” 

Pair: OT7  x f!reader  

Summary: You weren't sure how it happened so quick. One day you were living your normal life, living on your own in the city, the next your asshole ex boyfriend shows up and you both get kidnapped. But maybe this wasn't an accident and these 7 really attractive men actually have a plan for you.

Genre: Mafia BTS, smut, angst, fluff, non idol au, kidnapping, MDNI 18+

Chapter Note: I actually posted on Tuesday this week! So proud of myself lol. Thank you everyone for reading and all the love you've given! I'm not sure if I have said this before, but I am a Yoongi bias and I have not been okay after the Busan shows! I am sad, but also thankful for this 2 week break, so I can mentally prepare for the Europe shows. I am also a Atiny and have been equally not okay with everything coming out for the GH pt5 comeback! I digress, I hope you enjoy chapter 10!

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**In case you didn't see it, I did post a one shot with Yoongi titled 'Chains' on Saturday for Festa. Check it out if you HERE are interested!. It is established relationship smut and I had so much fun writing it!

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Joon released your jaw with a flick, making your head snap backwards a little, making you wince again at the sharp movement. He stood tall over you as you glared up at him. You collected a wad of spit and blood in your mouth, spitting it up at his face. “Fuck you.” You were too tired, and he was too tall, and you missed your mark. The loogy instead landed on his chest where it made a wet mark and started to slide down the front of his shirt. 

“That’s cute.” He said dripping in condescension as he pulled out a bandana from his back pocket and wiped away what hadn't been absorbed by his shirt. “And trust me, I plan on it.” 

Your brain took a beat too long to process what he meant before he turned around and started to walk away. “In your dreams” was the only comeback you could think of. As it left your lips you already regretted it, knowing it sounded childish. 

He just chuckled darkly as he turned to face you, still walking but backwards now. “In my dreams, in my bed, in your bed, anywhere really. You can have your pick.” He turned again, this time around a corner and down the hallway towards the main staircase of the house. 

You closed your eyes in frustration as you sat on the floor still, trying to keep your tears in. They weren’t tears of sadness, but instead of anger. You were so mad at yourself for trusting any of these men, but also just mad at them. They had stolen you away from your life just so you could be around at their beck and call and then do this to you? It didn’t make sense to you. But these men were criminals, the blood on their hands and things they have done to be at this level, you couldn’t even imagine. So you guess it actually did make sense that their form of punishment would be to this level. 

Once you knew your tears wouldn’t betray you, you opened your eyes. Like a magnet, your eyes locked on Jimin sitting in one of the armchairs in the sitting area with a decent sized couch across from him a few feet from you. You hadn’t seen him since the big meeting, and before that only for the maybe five minute walk you had and he barely said two words to you. So you weren’t really sure what to say, so you just stared at each other for a moment. 

He leaned forward, placing his forearms on his knees as he looked at you. “You look like shit.” 

“Really? Cause I feel great.” Rolling your eyes at him. You put your hands on the ground in front of you, trying to push up and get your feet under you to stand. You were bent over at the waist, slowly straightening your spine to stand at your full height, feeling your back and leg muscles protest the stretch. 

“And you're bleeding everywhere,” he said, sounding disgusted. He made no move to get up to help you, and you didn’t expect him to. Your hand went to your nose to find the blood had started trickling down your chin again as you cursed under breath. You wiped your face on the sleeve of your jacket that already had blotches of red down the front from when you first hit it on the floor of the shack. 

“Oh I’m sorry. Is the sight of blood just too much for you.” You shot back at him, rolling your eyes again. You were still not fully warm, your face hurt, and you were so mad that you didn’t have the patience for whatever his problem was. 

“God you really are a bitch. Glad to know I was right about you.” 

“Yeah I know you don’t like me. Not exactly breaking news.” You rolled your eyes again at him as you started to slowly walk in the direction of the med bay, or at least what you thought was the right direction. 

“Stop fucking rolling your eyes.”

“Yeah I don’t have the energy for,” you waved your hand around in a circle in his direction, “whatever your issue is.” 

He huffed an annoyed breath of air as he cocked his jaw to the side. “Wait where do you think you’re going?”

“I thought I might find the Great Hall.” flitting your voice up an octave, using your best Disney princess voice. “I think I’m late for the Ball.” You had to pause for a moment, holding on to a side table you were walking past. You leaned over and undid the straps of the, now soaked through, boots you were wearing so you could slip them off your feet. With a slight sigh of relief, feeling the heated tile floor under your feet. 

“I’m going to the med bay to see a man about my face.” You said, your voice back to normal and you started to make your way towards the hallway again. 

“Not without an escort you’re not. Do you even know the way?” He sat up straight, but was still not moving to get out of the chair. 

“I really don’t give a single fuck about y’alls rules anymore. I’m sure I’ll find it eventually.” You waved your hand at him dismissively, as you turned the corner in the opposite way you saw Joon walk down, when you walked right into something solid. Hands came up to hold the tops of your arms to keep you from falling over. You looked up to see the heart shaped face of Hobi grinning down at you, like a cat that just found its prey. “We really need to stop running into each other like this.” 

You tried to back out of his arms and away from him, but his hold on your arms wouldn’t budge. “Perfect timing it seems though. I was just heading to the basement and the med bay is on the way, I can take you.” 

Without giving you a choice, he released your arms and turned you around so you faced the direction Joon had just gone down. He stepped to your side, placing his arm around your shoulders and started walking, making you walk side by side with him. 

Just a few hours ago you might have trusted Hobi but after he was one of the ones to leave you in the woods, and with the way he looked at you now, like you were a snack for him to devour. It sent a chill down your spine. So many emotions, fear, anger, anxiety, and a lack of real food since the drugged soup JK brought you, swirled in your stomach making you feel nauseous. You stood tall though. You would not let them know what your true feelings were. 

“So why were you in my room?” You turned your head to look at Hobi as the two of you walked. 

“Because this is my house and I will go where I want. Besides, it's not like you were there to yell at me about it.” He turned his head too so your faces were dangerously close with his arm still around you. 

“Wow, you sound like my mom with the ‘because I said so’.” Turning your head back to look where you were going. Not like you knew where you were going, but it was easier to keep your poker face not looking into his eyes. 

He let out a sarcastic laugh, turning his head to look ahead as well but not dropping his arm. He turned the two of you to go down another hallway that looked like all the others with the white floor, ceiling, and random pieces of art on the walls.

“Yeah well I -” 

“I assume you’re the source of this blood trail?” A man's voice came from behind the two of you. You snapped your head around, finally able to turn your body out of Hobi’s hold. A move you regretted making your stomach turn and your face ache. Turning to look back the way you and Hobi just walked, you saw Patrick speed walking towards you. 

“What on earth happened to you?” He took your face gently in his hands, turning your head side to side to look at your nose and busted lip. “That’s going to need at least one stitch for sure.” 

He looked from you to Hobi standing next to you, arms crossed over his chest, his jaw set tight like he was mad at Patrick coming across the two of you. “I need to get her to my office to patch her up.” 

Hobi just nodded his head, “Yeah we were headed your way actually, but you got it from here right doc?” He patted Patrick on the arm as he walked away without saying another word. You just watched as Hobi walked and turned quickly into a room you had just passed. Confused because he had just said he was going to the basement and even though you didn’t know the house, you knew that couldn’t be the way down to the basement. 

“He gets so pissy sometimes.” 

You looked at Patrick, surprised you heard him say something bad about one of his bosses to you. Your face must have said it all as he turned back the way you and Hobi were walking and you followed, “I’ve been working for Bangtan for 12 years. I’m closer to them than I am to most of my own family. And he was pissy.” That made you laugh a little, making you wince at the feeling of your lip being pulled. 

“Do I want to know why their new favorite person looks like you took a bat to the face?”

“Yeah I don’t think I’m their favorite person.” You chuckled a little at the absurdity. You debated telling the man the truth or making something up on the spot for him. You figured that if he worked for them this long, nothing they did would surprise him. “They drugged me and left me in the middle of the woods a few hours ago and told me to find my way back. When I tried to walk I fell and hit my face.”

The greying man just shook his head and you were right that it wouldn’t surprise him. “I assume it was a punishment of some sort.” 

You looked down at your feet as you two still continued to walk, “Maybe,” you mumbled. 

“And I’ll bet you won’t do it again either right?” 

“Okay now you’re sounding like my mom too.” 

He chuckled again, “Like I said I’ve been with them a long time. It might seem extreme sometimes but they definitely know how to get their point across.” 

He turned into the med bay with you right behind him. “Now let’s get you cleaned up so you can stop dripping blood everywhere. Housekeeping is going to be pissed.” 

A few hours later you were back in your room, thankful that it looked like nothing had been moved or changed. Patrick did a couple x-rays of your face and determined that your nose was out of place, but he was able to set it back easily, but it hurt a lot. He said it would bruise but in a couple weeks it would be healed and you would be okay. 

As for your lip he said you were lucky and that the split wasn’t as bad as he thought and was able to close it with some skin glue and told you to keep it dry. 

Once back in your room, you stripped out of the ski resort chic you still had on and ran a bath as hot as the water could possibly go. With a few drops of your favorite lavender bath oils you sank into the steaming water, letting it seep into your bones. You could feel your muscles relax and loosen as you laid there letting the memories of the day wash over you. 

After a long time soaking in the large tub, you washed the last bits of drying blood from your face and arms and got dressed in your favorite set of sweats. You were absolutely exhausted and felt like you could sleep for a week, but you were also hungry. You had still not eaten anything, but the thought of calling the kitchen for your normal dinner was terrifying. What if the members tampered with it again and turned out that was only one part of your punishment? The only way to know was if you made it yourself. 

You went to your door and tried the handle, hoping that they made a mistake and left it unlocked again, but unfortunately the door was locked tight from the outside. You wondered what you would do if there was a fire or emergency, would they have to come get you? You hoped they would but things fall through the cracks all the time in those situations. 

Having to push that thought to the back of your head for now, you went to the phone on your bedside table and pressed 0 for general staff. 

A high pitched woman's voice came over the line, “Yes hello, Yn. How can I help you?” 

“Hi, yeah I was wondering if I could go down to the kitchen and cook myself dinner?”

“I would have to check first. I think Chef is finishing up for the day though, one moment.” You thanked her and she put you on hold. You wanted to laugh that this house was so big and had so much going on that not only did it have call waiting for you to be on hold, but their hold music was the Cops theme song. 

You had started to hum along with the music when the female’s voice came over the line, “Hello Yn?” 

“Yes I’m still here.” 

“Chef said it was okay and someone will be up soon to take you to the kitchen.” You thanked the kind employee before putting the phone back on the receiver. 

As soon as there was a knock on your door you swung in open, ready to get to the kitchen and finally have something to eat. The waiting employee was a younger man, you recognized him as the one who brought you your dinner the other day but wouldn’t look or talk to you. And this encounter was no different. He simply bowed as you walked out of your room, he used the master key on his belt to lock your door behind you and you walked together. 

The kitchen was much bigger than you expected. It was any amateur or pro chef's dream set up. On your right was a whole wall of all stainless steel cabinets, appliances, shelves, with a massive refrigerator in the middle and a stainless steel island that ran the length of the kitchen. To your left was a solid glass wall with 2 doors at either end of the room and inside was a perfectly organized pantry that had shelves stocked so well it rivaled a grocery store. 

The young man that brought you here, showed you the basics of where the pots, pans and other cooking basics were. Once he took you through everything, he went to the far side of the kitchen and to a pile of carrots you assumed he had been preparing before being told to bring you down here. 

You opened the large glass door of the pantry and walked in, taking in everything they just had on hand. You spotted a package of pasta noodles and a jar of tomato sauce. It wouldn’t be fancy, but you could make do. Going to the large industrial size fridge, you found a container of fresh herbs and some ground beef, deciding they would all together make a decent meat sauce. 

Closing the fridge door with your hip you looked up to see Yoongi sitting at the far side of the island between you and the door like he had materialized out of thin air. He wasn’t looking at you though, he had both his fore arms resting on the surface of the counter with his phone in his hand. “Can I help you?” You said with an edge to your voice. 

Without looking up from his phone, “I was passing by when I saw you come in and was curious what you were up to.” 

“Just making myself some food, since I can’t trust what’s being brought to me anymore.” You sent the items you gathered on the counter next to the stove as you then pulled out a pot and pan from the shelf above you. 

“Well you also need a chaperone. You shouldn’t be out without one of us with you.” 

“Are you going to make me go through the Hunger Games now as punishment?” 

“Don’t tempt me.” He glanced up at you from his phone. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, so you chose to just continue cooking for now and his eyes went back to his phone. 

Picking up the onion you had chosen from the pantry, you went into a cabinet that the young chef showed you had the cutting boards. And in a drawer above it, you found the kitchen knives he pointed out as well. You took out a medium size chef knife that would make quick work of the onion and herbs. As you started to close the drawer you spotted a small paring knife with a sheath over it in the back of the drawer and it gave you an idea. 

You went through the motions of cooking as normal. And it felt good to have a bit of normalcy again and make your own food, simple as it was. 

Once your sauce and pasta was done, you made both you and Yoongi a plate. He looked at you with a confused look, putting his phone face down on the counter. 

“I have a hard time cooking for just one, so congratulations you get some too.” You invited the young sous chef over to have some too, but he politely declined, saying that he had a big lunch, but you had a feeling it was also to do with the look of fear he had anytime he looked at or got close to Yoongi. 

You sat several feet away from Yoongi on a bar stool as you both ate in silence, your brain was working on its next plan. 

Once you and Yoongi were both done with eating, he got up with his bowl as you were busy putting away the left overs in a container to go in the fridge. As he walked, he picked up your bowl and walked to the far left end of the kitchen where the massive metal sink was. And you saw this as your opportunity but you would have to be quick. 

You looked over and Yoongi was placing the dishes in the sink and started to spray them with water so that the sauce wouldn’t be dried on when the staff got back in tomorrow. Watching him from the corner of your eye, you slowly and casually went back down to the far right side of the kitchen. You could feel and hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest. 

You quietly opened the knife drawer, without looking down at it, moving your hand to the back of the drawer and finding the small paring knife you saw before. You picked it up and slipped it into the pocket of your oversized sweats. The pants were so baggy, you could hide a baseball in the pocket and it was not noticeable, so you felt confident it wouldn’t set off any red flags to the members. 

Quietly you closed the drawer and went back to the stove while Yoongi was still spraying down and organizing the dirty pans and dishes in the sink. 

Opening the large fridge you placed the container or leftover spaghetti on an empty shelf and started to turn and walk to the door back to the rest of the house. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Yoongi’s low voice called out to you from the back of the kitchen. 

You stopped in your tracks, your heart skipped a beat and you wondered if he saw your attempted heist of the small knife. Knowing that if you were caught, the punishment would be a lot worse than what you went through today. 

Turning to face him as he walked towards you and he stopped a few feet away. Crossing your arms across your chest and shifting your weight to push out your left hip, “Back to my room. I have a date with a book. And before you get all ‘not without an escort’ on me. I can find my way back to my room on my own.” You turned again walking to the kitchen doors again. 

“I’m sure you can. But are you sleeping in the hall? Or someone else’s bed?” He called out again. 

“No why would I-“ you stopped mid sentence, pausing your steps as well, remembering that the sous chef that came to get you, locked your door behind you and you had no way in the room. 

You heard him make a hum in agreement, like he could read your mind, before seeing him stand next to you waiting for you to continue out of the kitchen. 

The two of you walked in relative silence, since you figured out in your short time here, that he was a man of few words. Which was fine because you were too tired from the day and your heart was still hammering away with anxiety of him figuring out what you had in your pocket. 

His quietness was really the only thing you could figure out about him though. You knew he was their tech guy and that was about it. His face was always stoic, even during the blow up meeting, he just stared down at his laptop or was watching the chaos around him. 

You were right that you could find your way back to your door without him as the two of you slowed and stopped in the small alcove the door was set back into. You stood to the side as he unlocked the door but instead of backing away so you could step inside, he approached you, backing you into the corner by your door. His broad shoulders and height blocked the lights above you, casting his face in shadow, his hair hanging down into his eyes as he looked down at you. 

You sucked in a shaking breath as he started to lean his face down to yours. Your brain was panicking, frozen trying to figure out what he was doing before his lips came in contact with yours. A spark you brushed off as static electricity, passed between the two of you. 

Your brain was so fatigued and fuzzy from the long day, your body reacted first out of habit of being kissed, and you melted into him. Your hands rested on his firm chest and his hands came up and held the sides of your face. His movements sure and confident as his tongue pressed against your lips asking for entrance is when your brain caught up with what your body was doing. 

Panic coursed through you and you gasped. He took that as permission, slipping his tongue in your mouth. You bit down hard, tasting blood as he removed himself from you, holding his mouth. 

Your back was still against the wall, his body still trapping you into the corner. “The fuck was that?” You tried to push him away from you but he wouldn’t budge. He chuckled darkly as you ducked under his arm, between him and the wall, pushing him with your shoulder, finally making him move. 

Without looking back you swung your bedroom door open, slipping inside and slamming it closed behind you. You leaned against the door the second it was closed, breathing heavy. You heard the handle of the door jiggle, sending another bolt of panic through your body realizing you weren’t able to lock it yourself. You sprinted for the bathroom, knowing that you could lock that door from the inside. 

You slammed the bathroom door closed and locked it. You held on to the door handle, your knuckles turning white you were gripping it so hard. Your mind was running at lightning speed trying to process what just happened. You reached into your pants pocket, feeling for the small knife you slipped from the kitchen. You were able to relax marginally when you felt the cool metal handle and the plastic sheath. 

Holding your ear to the door you listened for any sounds of movement in the main room. You stood there for several minutes without hearing anything. Slowly you opened the bathroom door and scanned the bed room through the small crack, still nothing. Taking a careful step through the doorway, your eyes bouncing around every corner and surface, still no one in sight. You walked back to the main door and turned the handle but it was locked tight. 

Yoongi was gone and you could breathe. You were so exhausted from the rollercoaster that was this day that you just wanted to go to bed. You turned and walked to your bed, ready to lay on the plush mattress and sleep for as long as your body would let you. Looking at the clock on your nightstand, seeing it glow 11:48pm at you. You stopped half way to the bed when you saw a small box on top of your comforter. 

You reached in your pocket, holding the handle of your new knife giving you some confidence as you walked slowly towards the package. Lifting the lid of the matte box, you gasped looking down and seeing your cell phone and perfectly coiled charger inside. 

Picking up the device, its screen coming to life with the movement, noticing your background now was solid black. You unlocked it, surprised it still recognizing your face. But your face dropped when the home screen opened. Gone were all your social media apps, games and other random things you had on it. There were only 4 apps, Messages, Phone, Contacts and Pictures. 

You sat cross legged on the bed, hunched over and looking at the phone clutched in your hands. You first opened photos and your heart dropped. All your memories and moments you saved through the years were gone too. The only picture left was a selfie you took in the bathroom of your old apartment a few months ago. 

A tear went down your face as you opened the contacts app to see only 8 people listed. One contact for each of the leaders of Bangtan and one labeled Headquarters. 

It was all too much for you. You quickly powered the phone off and threw it across the bed like it personally offended you. You curled up into a ball on your bed finally shedding tears you had been holding back for the last three days before falling into what seemed to be your only escape now, your dreams.