Finding Forever I OT7 I Chapter 10
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. âFuck you.â 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.Â
âThatâs cute.â 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. âAnd trust me, I plan on it.âÂ
Your brain took a beat too long to process what he meant before he turned around and started to walk away. âIn your dreamsâ was the only comeback you could think of. As it left your lips you already regretted it, knowing it sounded childish.Â
He just chuckled darkly as he turned to face you, still walking but backwards now. âIn my dreams, in my bed, in your bed, anywhere really. You can have your pick.â He turned again, this time around a corner and down the hallway towards the main staircase of the house.Â
You closed your eyes in frustration as you sat on the floor still, trying to keep your tears in. They werenât 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 didnât 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 couldnât even imagine. So you guess it actually did make sense that their form of punishment would be to this level.Â
Once you knew your tears wouldnât 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 hadnât 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 werenât really sure what to say, so you just stared at each other for a moment.Â
He leaned forward, placing his forearms on his knees as he looked at you. âYou look like shit.âÂ
âReally? Cause I feel great.â 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.Â
âAnd you're bleeding everywhere,â he said, sounding disgusted. He made no move to get up to help you, and you didnât 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.Â
âOh Iâm sorry. Is the sight of blood just too much for you.â 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 didnât have the patience for whatever his problem was.Â
âGod you really are a bitch. Glad to know I was right about you.âÂ
âYeah I know you donât like me. Not exactly breaking news.â 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.Â
âStop fucking rolling your eyes.â
âYeah I donât have the energy for,â you waved your hand around in a circle in his direction, âwhatever your issue is.âÂ
He huffed an annoyed breath of air as he cocked his jaw to the side. âWait where do you think youâre going?â
âI thought I might find the Great Hall.â flitting your voice up an octave, using your best Disney princess voice. âI think Iâm late for the Ball.â 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.Â
âIâm going to the med bay to see a man about my face.â You said, your voice back to normal and you started to make your way towards the hallway again.Â
âNot without an escort youâre not. Do you even know the way?â He sat up straight, but was still not moving to get out of the chair.Â
âI really donât give a single fuck about yâalls rules anymore. Iâm sure Iâll find it eventually.â 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. âWe really need to stop running into each other like this.âÂ
You tried to back out of his arms and away from him, but his hold on your arms wouldnât budge. âPerfect timing it seems though. I was just heading to the basement and the med bay is on the way, I can take you.âÂ
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.Â
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.Â
âSo why were you in my room?â You turned your head to look at Hobi as the two of you walked.Â
âBecause 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.â He turned his head too so your faces were dangerously close with his arm still around you.Â
âWow, you sound like my mom with the âbecause I said soâ.â 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.Â
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.
âI assume youâre the source of this blood trail?â A man's voice came from behind the two of you. You snapped your head around, finally able to turn your body out of Hobiâs 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.Â
âWhat on earth happened to you?â He took your face gently in his hands, turning your head side to side to look at your nose and busted lip. âThatâs going to need at least one stitch for sure.âÂ
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. âI need to get her to my office to patch her up.âÂ
Hobi just nodded his head, âYeah we were headed your way actually, but you got it from here right doc?â 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 didnât know the house, you knew that couldnât be the way down to the basement.Â
âHe gets so pissy sometimes.âÂ
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, âIâve been working for Bangtan for 12 years. Iâm closer to them than I am to most of my own family. And he was pissy.â That made you laugh a little, making you wince at the feeling of your lip being pulled.Â
âDo I want to know why their new favorite person looks like you took a bat to the face?â
âYeah I donât think Iâm their favorite person.â 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. âThey 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.â
The greying man just shook his head and you were right that it wouldnât surprise him. âI assume it was a punishment of some sort.âÂ
You looked down at your feet as you two still continued to walk, âMaybe,â you mumbled.Â
âAnd Iâll bet you wonât do it again either right?âÂ
âOkay now youâre sounding like my mom too.âÂ
He chuckled again, âLike I said Iâve been with them a long time. It might seem extreme sometimes but they definitely know how to get their point across.âÂ
He turned into the med bay with you right behind him. âNow letâs get you cleaned up so you can stop dripping blood everywhere. Housekeeping is going to be pissed.âÂ
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.Â
As for your lip he said you were lucky and that the split wasnât as bad as he thought and was able to close it with some skin glue and told you to keep it dry.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
A high pitched woman's voice came over the line, âYes hello, Yn. How can I help you?âÂ
âHi, yeah I was wondering if I could go down to the kitchen and cook myself dinner?â
âI would have to check first. I think Chef is finishing up for the day though, one moment.â 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.Â
You had started to hum along with the music when the femaleâs voice came over the line, âHello Yn?âÂ
âYes Iâm still here.âÂ
âChef said it was okay and someone will be up soon to take you to the kitchen.â You thanked the kind employee before putting the phone back on the receiver.Â
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 wouldnât 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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 wouldnât 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.Â
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 wasnât looking at you though, he had both his fore arms resting on the surface of the counter with his phone in his hand. âCan I help you?â You said with an edge to your voice.Â
Without looking up from his phone, âI was passing by when I saw you come in and was curious what you were up to.âÂ
âJust making myself some food, since I canât trust whatâs being brought to me anymore.â 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.Â
âWell you also need a chaperone. You shouldnât be out without one of us with you.âÂ
âAre you going to make me go through the Hunger Games now as punishment?âÂ
âDonât tempt me.â He glanced up at you from his phone. You couldnât tell if he was joking or not, so you chose to just continue cooking for now and his eyes went back to his phone.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
âI have a hard time cooking for just one, so congratulations you get some too.â 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
You looked over and Yoongi was placing the dishes in the sink and started to spray them with water so that the sauce wouldnât 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.Â
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 wouldnât set off any red flags to the members.Â
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.Â
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.Â
âWhere do you think youâre going?â Yoongiâs low voice called out to you from the back of the kitchen.Â
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.Â
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, âBack to my room. I have a date with a book. And before you get all ânot without an escortâ on me. I can find my way back to my room on my own.â You turned again walking to the kitchen doors again.Â
âIâm sure you can. But are you sleeping in the hall? Or someone elseâs bed?â He called out again.Â
âNo why would I-â 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
Your back was still against the wall, his body still trapping you into the corner. âThe fuck was that?â You tried to push him away from you but he wouldnât budge. He chuckled darkly as you ducked under his arm, between him and the wall, pushing him with your shoulder, finally making him move.Â
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 werenât able to lock it yourself. You sprinted for the bathroom, knowing that you could lock that door from the inside.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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