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found you! [1/3]
Summary: Twice Penguin found you. The third time you found him.
Note: It's Penguin’s birthday. Why not make this my first post, aye? Nothing really special or to warn about this one, except references to sex, that's it. Fem!reader because that's all I know how to write, sorry. They're all adults here (pretty sure they are in the canon anyway but). Shachi and Ikkaku are in an on again off again relationship because I said so. Penguin calls the Reader by petnames to cut down on using [y/n] and the like.
I don't have the next two parts written yet, but I will be working on them this next week.
Rolling over in your bed, you pull your pillow and stick your head under it, praying you can drown out the whispered shouting of Shachi and Ikkaku, though you know it’s pretty useless when those two get riled up. It's always in the middle of the night, nearly always at 1:30am, and happens at least twice a week, always in the room you share with Ikkaku. You hear her shush Shachi again, saying you’re sleeping and to keep it down, but he argues with her that she wanted privacy while they fought spoke and this was the best place considering the others still awake through the ship.
Please, please just shut up.
They don’t, still fighting about something stupid, probably Shachi flirting with some girl in front of Ikkaku, that sounds about right you realize as you pull your pillow tighter over your head.
You’d think they’d be a bit more considerate since you’ve been sick with a cold the last few days, but unlucky for you, this is one of the best places for them to fight about their non-relationship. They think they’re so slick, that no one else knows about their hook ups and quiet dates that Ikkaku swears to you aren’t dates, but everyone on the Polar Tang can see they’re both just lying to themselves. There’s been a betting pool on when the two will just commit, Law is even taking part because he’s just as sick of this as everyone else is.
For several more minutes all you hear is hushed, angry whispering, to the point you finally sit up in your bed, wrapping your blanket around you, and going to leave.
“Oh! [Y/N], I’m so—”
“Don’t be. Just don’t have sex in my bed okay? I just washed my bedding.”
Ikkaku turns bright red and she throws her pillow at the door when you close it as you leave, making you giggle just a bit. You know better than anyone how their fights end, you don’t want to come back to your room tonight at all.
Instead, you start to make your way towards your captain’s office, knowing Law is still wide awake, probably working on a plan or just revising a medical book. Having known him nearly as long as Penguin, Bepo, and Shachi, you’re not surprised when you finally get there and knock on his door, trying to push back a cough when you hear a soft ‘come in’ and open the door.
Law barely looks up at you, giving you a slight glance with a raised eyebrow while you walk over to the couch in his office.
“Can I help you?”
“Lovers spat in my room.”
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose but not looking from his book. “Again?”
“Again.”
“How do they fight all the time but you and Penguin don’t?”
“Perks of having been together almost a decade. We know everything about each other and are too committed to screw it up at this point.”
As you lay down, pulling your blanket around you more, Law watches you before speaking again.
“That’s my napping spot, you human cat.”
“Shh,” glancing over your shoulder, you put a finger to your lips, before snuggling further into the couch, “I sleep. I’m still sick.”
“Then go find your boyfriend.”
“He’s still on night watch. He’ll come find me.”
Law doesn’t get another word in before you fall right to sleep, he rolls his eyes in response, turning back to his desk.
He knows Penguin will come find you, he just kind of wishes you’d keep your sickness to your own room or the infirmary.
+!+
Penguin does come looking for you once his night watch shift is over an hour later. He first goes by your shared room with Ikkaku, but the sounds he hears make him blush bright red before he quickly turns and goes towards the men’s bunks. If that’s going on in there, you’ve definitely left to sleep elsewhere. You’ve probably snuck into his bunk bed to get away from the non-couple on the ship, it makes his heart clench a bit at the through, you having to leave your room still under the weather and needing some peace an quiet.
Not like the men’s bunks are that much quieter, but at least there’s not active sex happening in there right now (at least, he hopes there isn’t). He’s already starting to unzip his boiler suit before he’s even fully in the men’s bunks, just wanting to crawl into bed with you and sleep finally, even though morning would be soon, he can at least get about four more hours before it’s time for breakfast.
Perfect plan, and tomorrow’s our day off~
Unfortunately, you aren’t even in his bed, causing his excitement to disappear and his shoulders to slump, before Penguin looks over to Clione and Hakugan nearby.
“Have either of you seen [Y/N]?”
Clione shrugs while Hakugan shakes his head, both responses making Penguin pout a bit while he slips off his boiler suit to just his tank top and boxers to sleep in.
“She’s not in her room?”
“No, well,” his face turns red again and the other two men are quick to realize that Shachi isn’t around and what that must mean, “I sure hope she isn’t…”
“Ugh, those two again?”
“Do they forget there’s a designated room for that?”
He shrugs, starting to prep his bed to bring you to it once he finds you, remembering the day Law awkwardly told everyone there was now a room only for extracurricular activities, and sex anywhere else wouldn’t be tolerated if it was found out. Sometimes people slipped and brought someone back to the wrong room, or Ikkaku and Shachi argued in your shared room and it escalated once they worked things out, like tonight. You and Penguin were at least smart enough to either use the designated room or, if you were docked on an island, rent a hotel room away from everyone else just for that night.
As soon as his bed is ready, Penguin takes off to find where you’ve gone for some peace and quiet. There’s very few places on the Polar Tang that aren’t bustling with people doing various things, whether playing cards, having animated discussions, or performing maintenance where needed. The current, most obvious places for you to sleep would be the designated room, Law’s office, or the nearly empty infirmary. He does make a stop by your room but continues on as he still hears sounds he doesn’t want to, moving quickly towards the infirmary first to see if you’d dragged yourself there. You hate sleeping in there unless it’s your only or last option, but even when he gets there and pokes his head in, Penguin doesn’t see you on one of the beds at all, only catching sight of Uni who you’d somehow given your cold to. Knowing you practically never go to the designated room, not without him at least, the only other place you could possibly be is Law’s office, so he starts to make his way towards the captain’s room.
You may not have known Law as long as Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo, but the two of you have become close ever since you joined. Your home life having gone from comfortable to hell, leading you to beg the small group of Pirates that landed on your island for help ended up being the best thing to happen to you. It wasn’t Law you ended up clinging to and begging for help, not even Penguin. It was Shachi who had been checking out the island with Penguin, the two teens at the time bringing you to the small group of about seven people, Law agreeing to hear your story before he offered you to join them after you’d made known you were a decent cook and seamstress. Stereotypical hobbies for a young woman, but with how your family was, it was all you could do to make money for you and your mother at the time. You’ve since learned how to fight, martial arts and a metal baton being your choice of weapons. You’d moved from being a dual chef and seamstress to being more help in the mechanical aspects of the ship, while still working on the crews clothes when needed.
While Penguin did find you attractive as soon as he met you, it was still another two years before he said anything, eventually confessing to you with your favorite flowers in hand, his face bright red which made you grin before you kissed him as a response.
You’ve been together ever since, Penguin doesn’t think he could ever be happier than he is now.
Finding Law’s office door cracked open leads Penguin to briefly knock on the doorway before stepping in, not waiting for a response from his captain and friend.
“Hey, Cap! Have you seen—”
“On the couch.” Law nods his head back towards where you’re sleeping, not bothering to look up from his book once again.
Once he sees you, Penguin smiles just a bit before thanking Law, walking over quietly and giving you a small kiss on your temple which wakes you enough to crack open an eye, the slightest smile as you realize who just woke you.
“Hey there, pretty girl, I found you,” he gives you a soft smile before starting to help you up, making you wrap your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist as he lifts you up, “Got kicked out of your room?”
“No…I left cause they were arguing.”
“Ahh that explains it. Let’s get you to my bed then.”
You hum as a response while Penguin grabs your blanket, you briefly looking over to Law who just watches the two of you, making you smirk.
“Told you he’d find me.”
Your captain rolls his eyes before bidding you both goodnight as Penguin starts to leave and head back to the men’s bunks, you greet your other crewmates with a slight wave once you’re there. Penguin leans forward enough for you to release him and lay on his bed, scooting towards the edge to give him space to join you once he’s laid your blanket out over you again. He joins you as soon as he’s gotten enough of the others to quiet down, letting you wrap your arms around his middle while he does the sane to your shoulders, kissing your forehead and tucking your head under his chin.
“Thanks for coming to get me.”
“Of course~” Penguin sighs contently while you bury your face in his chest, you really do just make him so happy, “I’ll always come find you.”
“Love you, Peng.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
You’re asleep quickly, Penguin stays awake and watches you for a few moments, while more lights are shut off in the room and a few of the other men snicker over how whipped they believe their older comrade is for you. He doesn’t pay them any mind really, he just loves you enough to take care of you however you need. For a second, he looks to his nightstand and remembers the small box he picked up a few days ago, smiling to himself at the thought of finally, finally, asking you to marry him once he talks to Law about it, but that’s for another day as he starts to drift to sleep.
Definitely gonna marry you soon.
+!+
“You’re finally going to ask her??”
Penguin nods with a shy smile while Shachi and Ikkaku both grin, her letting go of his arm to give their older crewmate a tight hug.
“That’s so wonderful, Penguin! She’s definitely going to say yes!”
“You think so…?”
“Dude,” Shachi pats his friend’s shoulder roughly, making Penguin look at him, “She’s been with you for almost ten years now, right? There’s no way she’ll say no.”
Ikkaku nods in response, still grinning brightly at the thought of you and Penguin getting married at last. She’s the one that’s heard your wishes for a small wedding with him, if he ever wanted it, you were waiting for Penguin to make the move and ask. You told her you were content just dating him, but actually tying the knot had been on your mind more recently.
“She’ll for sure say yes. She’s told me how much she wants to marry you!”
That causes Penguin to blush slightly, still smiling as he scratches at his cheek before pulling the small box in his pocket out to show your two friends the ring he’d already picked out for you. Ikkaku snatches the box and opens it, swooning a little over the simple ring he'd picked out. A thin silver band with your birthstone fixed on it, exactly what you’d told her was one of your options for a ring, Penguin must’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it since Ikkaku hadn’t told him a thing about your wants. Either that or he’d seen in a magazine or maybe even asked Law about it, considering how close you were to your captain.
“When are you going to ask her?”
“Our tenth anniversary is in a few weeks,” Penguin nods while he takes the ring box back from Ikkaku, quickly slipping it back into his pocket and checking to make sure you haven’t snuck in, “So, I’m going to ask Captain if we can dock at an island then. I’ll find a place to take her to dinner and ask her after that.”
Ikkaku nearly swoons again, instead sighing dreamily and leaning on Shachi’s shoulder.
“That’s so romantic…why aren’t you like that?”
“I’m sorry, am I your boyfriend? I thought we just friends with benefits.”
“Excuse me?!”
Penguin sighs, still with a smile, as Shachi and Ikkaku start to argue. He’s beyond thankful the two of you don’t have such issues after being together so long. If you two fought like that, there’s probably no way he’d even consider marrying you, he thinks. He loves you too much to screw around with other women, to argue with you about it too. No one else compares and he’s sure some would say he’s crazy for having settled on you at just nineteen-years-old, but he doesn’t care.
“Hey, Peng~” he’s not even a little surprised at you coming up behind him, slipping your arms around his middle and making him smile as he looks over his shoulder and down at you, “What’re they arguing about now?”
“Ah…just if they’re a couple or just friends with benefits.”
“Hmm…” You watch the other allegedly lovely couple of the Heart Pirates, before shrugging. “Would be easier if they’d just settle down with each other already, yeah? Like you and me.”
He can’t wait to finally make you his bride.
Nodding, Penguin keeps the smile on his face, setting one of his hands on yours, and realizing how excited he really is to ask you to marry him in a few weeks. How glad he is that he and Shachi found you on your home island twelve years ago, and helped you convince Law to let you join. How happy it makes him to think about his long past confession and your reciprocation of his feelings.
“Yeah. Like you and me, sweetheart.”
He can’t wait to finally make you his bride.
Found you!
Imagine Me&You...
I legit lost the post that gave me this idea. I thought I had liked it since it was from a user I don't follow, but alas! I cannot find it. So, whoever it was pleading to Tim for like this dream/alternate universe thing, while I am not a 911 writer or show runner, I wrote a thing, cause I had to. If you don't like that I wrote a thing, send me a message and I'll take it down. Otherwise, I hope you find this, and I can tag you properly to thank your mind :)
This is not Buck's room. Buck has no idea whose room this is or how he got there. The last memory he has is the fire from their last call, and the flames eating away at everything. He remembers Eddie yelling that the beam above them was about give way, and given the dull ache underneath his skull and the veil of fog around his brain, Buck is pretty sure that when it did, it hit him square in the head. Hard too.
So, Hen probably insisted they bring him to the hospital, while Chim half joked that a hit that hard wouldn’t make much of a difference, and then when he was released someone brought him here - wherever the hell that is.
He sits up and tries to find something he recognizes within the sea salt walls, and colonial blue sheets, but nothing looks familiar, and it’s starting to make him feel a little bit nervous.
A prism of color caught in a sliver of dawning sunlight catches his attention to a frame on top of a heavy wooden dresser on the other side of the room. He pulls back the covers and pads over to it, but just like everything else he has no idea what he’s really looking at. It’s him and it’s Eddie, and they’re dressed in suits and there’s a Christmas tree in the background, and god, Buck doesn’t think he’s ever seen either of them look as happy as they do, standing there holding hands.
Wait - is that? Buck squints closer to the picture to see if he’s seeing what he thinks he’s seeing when a glint of something else catches his eye again, and he finds a silver band sitting lonely in a small, wooden bowl. He rolls it between his fingertips; it’s clean, save for a few worn down scratches, and when he slips it onto his finger, it’s warped to a perfect fit. This is his ring.
Why the hell does he have a wedding ring?
Why is this picture of him and Eddie in this bedroom?
Who’s bedroom even is it?
“Hey, you’re awake,” Eddie’s soft voice breaks through Buck’s racing thoughts instantly bringing him peace, “I was starting to get worried.”
“H-how long was I asleep?” Buck asks, and he’s comically thankful when he opens his mouth and his voice still sounds like him.
“Almost twenty hours now. Your vitals were fine though, so I just let you sleep it off.”
“You checked my vitals?”
Eddie laughs, and he’s closer now, “of course,” he answers, his breath ghosting Buck’s ear as he wraps his arms around Buck’s waist and presses a gentle kiss to his temple. It’s completely wrong, but feels absolutely right, and Buck closes his eyes to the moment.
“and I’d really appreciate it if you stopped getting hurt,” Eddie adds.
“I’ll uh- I’ll try.”
“Good. Are you up to helping me with breakfast? The kids will be up soon and Christopher still hasn’t forgiven me for burning the french toast last weekend.”
“Yea, sure.”
Buck shivers when Eddie lets go. He finally turns away from the dresser to try and look at him, but the curtains are still drawn and there isn’t enough light to make out much more than his silhouette as he watches him walk out of the room, and hold up - did Eddie say kids?
Buck is met with a sage colored wall full of photographs as he follows out of the bedroom; the years he missed when Christopher was a baby with Eddie and Shannon, more recent photos of him at the beach with the two of them, and then another baby he doesn’t recognize, but knows he should. He runs his finger along the cool glass of himself holding this strange, tiny baby wrapped up in hospital blankets and a lilac hat.
“You coming?” Eddie asks from the end of the hallway.
“Yea,” Buck answers.
“What is with you and the pictures today?”
“Just re-orientating myself, I guess.”
Eddie saunters back toward Buck, their shoulders hitting agaist each other, “well, here’s a little refresher for you then; that’s you, that’s me -your husband in case you forgot - our son, Christopher, and our daughter, Nicole.”
“When did we get married?” Buck blurts out.
“How hard did you hit your head? Maybe I should take you back to the hospital.”
“No, I’m fine. Just a little fuzzy.”
Eddie sighs and takes Buck by the wrist to even more photos on the mantel of a stone fireplace. He points to one in the middle that has them both in the same suits in front of the same set of palm trees as the one in the bedroom, only instead of holding hands, Buck is kissing Eddie on the cheek while Eddie feigns a look of disgust.
“June 10, 2020,” Eddie tells him, “best day of my life. Even in the middle of a global pandemic.”
“I think it was mine too,” Buck says, and he’s caught off guard when Eddie kisses him again, this time catching Buck’s lips with his, and whispering, “I love you” when he lets them go.
“I love you too,” Buck says back, and he never even knew until now just how true it was.
Maybe it’s a dream or a hallucination. Maybe he’s in a coma, or hell, maybe he’s dead, but Buck slips into this slightly different, but wonderful world where he wakes up and makes his family breakfast, soothes his baby daughter when she falls wobbling to a plush dalmatian wearing a fire hat. This world where he talks Christopher to soccer practice because Eddie has been banned from arguing with the ref too many times, and then he walks down the aisles of Home Depot holding his husband’s hand before they all go to Buffriday at Maddie and Chim’s where his kids play with his niece, and they go back home to watch a movie with Christopher while Eddie rocks Nicole to sleep singing her an off key lullaby.
And with the kids asleep, and the house mostly picked up, Buck lets Eddie kiss his throat and paw underneath his t-shirt until he suggests they take a shower, and Buck agree without a second thought.
His skin burns before he even steps foot underneath the hot spray, and he knows it isn’t real as he slips his hands over Eddie’s naked, soapy body, so he kisses him hard and fast afraid that any moment he might crash back into his reality.
Which, he knows he’s going to have to eventually, but he vows, right there on his knees, that when he does, he’s going to everything he can to make this world the real one.
Clean, exhausted, and coming down from the high of one another, they climb into the bed and curl close like their rings nestled in the bowl on the dresser.
“This was a good day,” Buck muses.
“Everyday is good when it’s us.”
Buck laughs, “you’re so corny.”
“But you love me anyway.”
“I love you anyway.”
“Goodnight, Evan.”
“Goodnight, Eddie.”
Found You! - Part 7
Genre: Mafia!AU - Taehyung Centric Word Count: 2.3k Warnings: This chapter contains events of torture and mentions of blood. Reader discretion is suggested.
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The next few hours that passed were filled with agony for Taehyung. He couldn’t get out the image of you on the floor, panting and writhing in pain, out of his mind. Sure he was used to watch all this but you did not deserve any of it at all.
The thought of what might be happening to you kept him on the edge of his chair. He just hoped that the door would fly open at any moment and there you would be. But that did not happen. Even if they were going to give you the same treatment as him, he didn’t think you two would be kept in the same room.
Taehyung did not feel anything except an uncertain dread; he did not feel tired, nor he was hungry, and there was no trace of sleep in his eyes even after what seemed like hours had passed.
One of his hands that you had untied was still free. If he wanted, he could have ran away at the very moment, very easily. But he did not. He was not ready to leave without knowing where you were, what was happening, or whether you were even alive.
He was imagining the worst of scenarios when the doors suddenly opened. There were you! A man carried you inside and dropped you on the floor – reviving all the pain that you had spent hours getting used to. You were sprawled across the concrete, half awake, holding your stomach as you winced at the shooting pain – causing Taehyung to flinch a little. Another one entered the room with a chair and dragged you with your shoulders as they pulled you up on the chair.
Taehyung was looking at them with a lost expression. He was avoiding looking at you, his heart breaking at the sight.
They tied you the same way Taehyung was tied and his free hand didn’t go unnoticed by them. A look of shock was passed between the two men as they probably wondered why he was still there when he had a perfect chance of running away. But then Taehyung had not been the usual type of hostage in the slightest. When their work was done, they slammed the door shut and left.
Taehyung’s heartbeat was erratic as he finally took in your form. The streaks of blood from your nose and the corner of your mouth had dried with time while the side of your head and temples were painted with fresh blood patches. He did not know how much bruises you must have suffered under those clothes and it scared him. You were definitely looking worse than before.
He felt responsible for your condition as he quietly looked at you, struggling to even raise your head.
“Y/N?” he called you quietly but did not get any response. He took in a sharp breath as he grew hot and uncomfortable in that chair.
“Y/N?” he tried again, a little louder this time and you only stirred in your position in response.
“I fucking told you not to do it,” he hissed under his breath, more like talking to himself, angry and regretful at the same time. “Why couldn’t you listen to me for once?” he asked your limp figure, his voice soft this time as tried to decipher the reason you had taken so much upon yourself for.
It wasn’t long before you became still, your breath faltering as you lost consciousness. The whole night and the whole next day all he had done was to just look at you, blaming himself over and over again, waiting for someone to come and check up on you. Were you even alive?
He doesn’t know how many agonizing hours had passed before you finally started coming to your senses.
You let out a little groan of pain and your eyes opened. Taehyung had all his attention on you immediately. If there was one thing that he had to be sure of, then it was the fact that he was going to be by your side no matter what happened in that god awful room.
“How do you feel?” he asked timidly when you blinked at him and he was sure that you were awake.
“Exhausted,” you croaked out. The bones in your neck and shoulders crackled when you straightened your head from being tilted for so long. Your breathing was ragged. You tried to sit straighter in that uncomfortable chair but it was too much work for you. You did not know what was broken inside of you or if everything was still in one piece. You were unsure if there was any part in your body that was left untouched, for it felt like a road roller had driven over you.
“Has anyone been here?” you asked him, collecting whatever energy was left in you.
“Not since they brought you here,” he answered quietly. His demeanour had changed entirely after witnessing everything.
The hatred he felt for your father was uncontainable. He knew that he was a ruthless bastard from when Jungkook had told him how had murdered his family in cold blood. But the way he had treated you, his own daughter, was worse than that. Earlier, he at least thought that he had done what any other gang leader would have done, but now he knew he was nothing more than just a psychopath.
You nodded in response.
“Why did you have to do this?” he asked you, turning towards you as much as he could with all the ropes tying him down.
“I knew what I was getting myself into,” you told him.
“Would you stop saying that?” he was frustrated.
“Would you stop talking?” you said rhetorically before closing your eyes momentarily.
“I need to know why you did it!” He was losing his patience with you.
“Because you would have been fucking dead if I hadn’t!” you hissed at him while you dealt with your own struggle to breathe. Taehyung was taken aback by your words. He knew you had done it for him, but now that it was out in the open, he couldn’t believe it.
“And since when do you care?” he asked, but never received an answer.
—
When you woke up again after you didn’t know how many hours, you saw Taehyung staring blankly at the door.
“What are you thinking?” you asked him, taking him by a little surprise as he jumped at your sudden presence.
“I am...waiting,” he said after giving it a little thought.
“For what?” you asked with curiosity. Was he planning something?
“You’ll see,” he assured you.
You were feeling better for the first time in a few days. But that didn’t last for long, for soon the doors opened and you had your first visitors since you have been locked in that room with Taehyung. But it wasn’t his pets this time. He had taken the pain to come see you himself. You juddered at the sight of your father, the horrors of the previous days crashing over you wave after wave along with a pinch of hatred.
He came and stood before you, too close for you to breathe normally. Your chest tightened as the panic and fear settled in for all the right reasons. Before you could try to think of what he’d do to you this time, he jerked your head back as held onto your hair tightly. A scream left your mouth instantly as your scalp burned under the pressure of his hand.
“Having a good time with him?” he observed in a lowly voice while tears welled in your eyes, but you shut them tight as you refused to look at him.
“You are a shame. I would have killed you years ago if I knew I was feeding a traitor all these years! But I can’t just let you die so easily,” he growled and it sent chills down your spine.
His words made you question if this man really was your father. Was everything else so important to him that he was treating his family this way? Oh! You weren’t his family, you reminded yourself. Not you, not your mother, who was probably locked up in some room as usual. These good for nothing men were his family, the ones he called his children, and obviously loved them more than his own.
But then, you knew this would happen, and you had done it anyway.
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It was a mental torture for Taehyung to watch the life drain out of you with each passing day. He had seen you struggle to breathe, to even open your eyes sometimes. He had seen you trying to sit up in that chair when everything inside you felt sore. None of it was getting any better, and to top that off, your father would visit you every second day while he spewed more and more venom at you in the form of words, making you weaker if that was even possible anymore.
What came as a bigger surprise to him was the fact that nobody had touched him even in the slightest since you took matters into your own hands. Sure there was a lot of violence being projected upon you and it always shattered something inside him, but he had been treated like he wasn’t even there.
Was it another one of their cheap tactics to make him spill the beans? If it was, then he was scared, for he didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself back. At the current rate of abuse and manhandling you were going through, if he waited for too long, he wasn’t sure if he’d even see you alive again. And the last thing he wanted was to have your blood on his hands.
—
Taehyung looked calm on the front but there was actually a lot going on in his mind. He knew that there was no way his hyungs would be sitting idly, and that they were going to come to rescue him, he just did not know when. He didn’t know how much time he had before it was over for you, for you hardly had any life left in you.
Thanks to the weird plans of Mr. Lee, Taehyung was growing back in shape with time, and so was his mind. As a result, his brain had started working like it should have from day one. There were some observations he had made of his own, in case he ever needed to try to escape, and it seemed like he would have to. He made a mental list of everything he had seen and observed:
There were no cameras in his room. If there had been, Mr. Lee would have known what you were doing and what not.
There were no men guarding his door. It only ever opened when someone visited him or to give the basic necessities. He could sense the footsteps coming and going, hence nobody at the door.
This was not a warehouse, or any headquarters. This was a house; probably Mr. Lee’s own or a separate one he had kept for businesses like these. It could easily be a safe house, for these were the only reasons he could hold responsible for the fact that his gang members took this long to get him.
There weren’t a lot of his men here. Lee always came with the same two guys. And earlier when they came to test Taehyung’s limits, it was always the same men. He could tell from their voices even if their faces were covered with masks. These must be important ones if they knew this location.
He had spotted a surveillance camera right outside his room, facing the corridor. Therefore, the activities were only traced through them. There weren’t men at every nook and corner like his headquarters.
It wasn’t that often that somebody came to check up on them. So the men were probably always in the office making plans for god knows what or maybe just anywhere far away.
With his own mind running wild as he looked at the clues and observed the situation, Taehyung could practically see Yoongi putting his brains to work as he makes yet another perfect plan to break into the building and get him out.
He could see Seokjin sipping on his tea as he silently watches the others work but a volcano of rage must be erupting inside of him at the thought of Taehyung been gone for so long. Namjoon must be sitting there breathing fire, just waiting for someone to tell him the place where his brother was and a name and he would be off for another kill.
Taehyung could hear the sound of Hoseok sharpening his knives and loading his guns. He wasn’t smiling for the first time. Jimin looked attentively at Yoongi as he explained to them what was to be done while Jungkook just sat there, counting the number of grudges he now held against that fucking monster Lee. He swore to rip his head off if he caught a hold of him.
The last thing Taehyung wanted was to betray his gang members. They were everything he had in the name of family, and each one of them had put their loyalty towards one another above everything else. He just hoped that things didn’t come to that.
When the doors to the room opened that day, Taehyung immediately looked at your deteriorating form as he took the jab to his heart and decided to spill everything if it came to it. But everything after that happened so fast he had trouble registering it, while you gave yourself the much needed sleep beside him. Two masked men had rushed into the room and their first move was to cover both your and Taehyung’s mouth with their hands within a second. That was it for the two of you, he thought. He had delayed it for so long that he wouldn’t even get a chance to reveal any information in exchange for a few more days of being alive. More people entered the room and stood at a distance. And then one of them removed his masks and Taehyung gasped in surprise.
“Found you!” chimed the voice from the door.
“Hyung!” Taehyung breathed out.
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