Summary: You're kidnapped by BTS, but the Boss, Park Jimin is unusually gentle with you.
On sunny days, you always enjoyed walking around and spending time with a couple friends if they were around. However, this was a rare day when you were left on your own for the "sunny-day Jog," so you intended to do a couple things in between to make your sunny day even better. Walking to a small shop, you saw absolutely nothing inside. However, there was an open sign outside, so there must be someone somewhere.
You began to search through the clothing racks, humming softly as you did so. "Oh," an older man's voice mused, as you turned around to face a brunette boy who didn't seem too much older than you.
"Do you work here?" You questioned, cocking an eyebrow. He smirked a little and shook his head, two other boys making their way in through the doorway. Now something seemed off, and you couldn't quite brush off the heavy atmosphere you felt building up. "Oh. Well... excuse me." You muttered, trying to squeeze past him and the clothing racks. However, someone else's body stopped you, two arms grabbing your own.
"Not so fast." With a newfound fear and confusion, you struggled in his grip, searching for a release you hadn't received. The other two made their way over and sighed a little, one grabbing your chin and examining your face.
"That's her. Take her over to the van." Tugging you out through the back door, you kept trying to struggle out of the man's grip, though it was obvious he wasn't going to let go. Quite carelessly, you were pushed into the back of a van while one climbed in after you and the other two sat in the front. You could feel the engine start and the other guys eyes making holes into your own as you stared at him, hoping for him to stay in one place, in his spot across the van. You could feel every bump, turn and stop the van made, and you had no idea where you were going. For a little bit, you relied on your blind knowledge of the city. You hoped you could visualize what you knew, so maybe you'd have a chance of knowing where you were. However, you didn't. There were too many turns for you to keep up. Soon, the van stopped completely and the other stood up, holding a tie of sorts.
"I'm blindfolding you." He stated, wrapping it around your head. You were still too scared to even think about fighting back, frozen in spot. He gripped your wrists and pulled you out, placing you over his shoulder. He followed the other two men inside, and your heart raced faster and faster with every step they took. You heard the unlocking, and opening, of a door and felt the man move forward once again. down a flight of stairs and finally, you were placed against a cold stone wall.
The blindfold was pulled off and the brunette from before; the one who'd carried you out of the building and out of the van- probably, still wore the annoying smirk you saw earlier. "Boss'll be down in a little bit." He turned around and went up the stairs, before pausing at the top, his voice just loud enough for you to hear. "And don't bother trying to get out, he won't like that."
You took a deep breath as he opened the door and stepped out, slamming it shut. You heard the click of a lock and waited a few seconds before standing up. You dragged your hands on the wall for a second, as you glanced around the room. There wasn't anything around. Maybe except the couple empty shelves and the one or two books stacked on the ground in the corner of the room. You slumped back down on the ground. If you tried to escape through the door, they'd hear you and "Boss" wouldn't be happy. But if you just sat around and waited, who the hell knew what would happen to you? There was no telling who "boss" was, and what he was planning on doing with you.
There was a clock on the wall somewhere in the room, but it was dim and you couldn't really see it, but you could hear where it was from the faint "tick, tick, tick." If being alone wouldn't drive you crazy, that would. After too many Ticks, the door finally opened. Down came a man, shorter than the other. He had darker hair, black, some covering part of his face, but in an appealing style. He wore a white button-down shirt and black pants, and everything about him screamed "Boss" to you. He walked over to you and furrowed his eyebrows, standing with a straight posture and his arms crossed over his chest. Unlike what you expected, he crouched down and gently grabbed your chin. "I can't let you go." He started, before standing up again. "But I won't hurt you either. Try to trust me."
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