---Y/N's POV---

When I got to the park, Hoseok was the first one there.

My eyes were red and puffy, and tears were decorating my cheeks, so he could tell immediately I was distraught.

He pulled me into a gentle hug and rested his chin on my head as he stroked my back comfortingly.

"It's ok..." He whispered. "Let's just wait for the others and you can tell us everything..."

"But it's all so messed up J-Hope!" I choked. "Nothing is going right for me... They took Jungkook away..."

He sat with me on the bench and we waited for the others.

--HOSEOKS POV--

I hated seeing Y/N hurting like this, but I also hated why she was hurting.

I had helped that little punk get closer to her, even though I liked her too, and now he had left. He probably knew he was going to have to leave in the first place...

Anyway, it was going better. I was sat in a nice place with my arm around Y/N, trying to make her feel better. Maybe this would make us closer?

"Y/N! WE ARE HERE!" Taehyung yelled.

Maybe not then...

The other boys ran up the hill and we stood up to greet them.

There were still tears on
Y/N's face and her eyes were still red.

They made us sit in a circle whilst she explained everything, which annoyed me because Taehyung and Jimin immediately sat next to her so I couldn't hug her anymore.

She explained how a man had broken in asking for Jungkook because his real father had turned up.

"But don't you think Jungkook would have wanted to meet his dad?" Yoongi asked.

"He never said anything about anything like that to me. I wouldn't know... All I know is that he is gone, and he didn't want to go."

"We will find him. You have his number don't you?" Taehyung asked.

"Yes, and his phone." She sighed, holding up his phone.

That meant there was no chance of texting or calling him.

"I'm sorry Y/N... But we'll think of something. We're here for you." I sighed.

--JUNGKOOKS POV--

The car ride was bumpy, and the windows had been covered so I couldnt see where I was going. To be honest, it felt more like i was being kidnapped in a spy movie than being taken to my father. 

I didnt even know i had a father...

I thought he had died with mom all those years ago...

Either way, it was typical that i was being taken away from Y/N and my friends just as i was beginning to feel comfortable with them.

I guess some people are just not meant to be happy. 

Suddenly, the car jolted to a stop and i hit my head on the seat in front of me. I groaned in pain and rubbed my head, but the door was pulled open and the man who had kidnapped me pulled me out of the back.

I was temporarily blinded by the brightness of the day compared to the darkness of the car, and had to blink a few times before the world came into focus. 

We were in front of a huge house, with several expensive Japanese cars parked in the driveway. I also recognised one of those fancy, dark blue English cars with Rolls Royce written across the front.

Man... this guy was rich.

A man in a black suit and dark blue tie stood outside the giagantic, red front door and was silently watching me as I was dragged towards him by my kidnapper.

"Well well well..." He said quietly as i was made to stand in front of him. "It's been a long time, Son."

I looked him up and down as he stared at me. 

He had the same coconut hairstyle, but i could tell his hair was dyed that chocolatey brown because of the pale grey roots which were sprouting at his scalp. His lips were dry and cracked, but he smiled at me with that lopsided smile I had seen so many times in the mirror His eyes curved round in the same way mine did, and they were the same tree-bark  brown, but i noticed a considerable amount of thin red veins snaking their way towards his pupil, which showed he was tired or stressed (or possibly both). His suit looked brand new, but his shirt underneath looked like it had been to the dry cleaners a few too many times. 

Somehow... this man did seem familiar.

Was he my dad after all?

"Bring him inside like we discussed." He ordered the man who was holding me by the scruff of my neck, and I was pulled inside.

I was forced to sit down in a leather chair in what looked like a huge sitting room, with a lit fireplace and thick red rug on the floor. 

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked, trying to be brave like Hoseok told me to be.

"You're my son aren't you?" The man asked, sitting in a chair opposite me. "Jeon Jungkook? Don't you remember me?"

"No I freaking don't! Why would I? I thought you were dead! I spent almost every day of my life in some terrible orphanage waiting for the day I would be set free! Why didn't you come for me sooner if you are my real father?" I asked, getting annoyed now.

"Son... You wouldn't understand." He said with a sigh.

"Tell me." I demanded. "It's my life as well as yours! I have a right to know! I found a nice family who i can trust. I'm sure over time that they would have learned to trust me too! Why did you have to take me away from them when you have never even tried to-"

"SILENCE!" He yelled suddenly, taking me by surprise. 

I didnt quite kniw why, but he reminded me a bit of Choi Minho... That tone and the way he moved, like a lion ready to pounce on its prey.

I sunk back in my chair, wanting - no, needing - Y/N more than ever. 

The man claiming to be my father stood up and came over to me.

"I see that orphanage hasn't taught you any manners - just like I thought. I guess it is up to me to teach you some. First off-" He leant in really close to my face so i could smell his horrible breath and feel it brushing against my face. "That mouth of yours needs to stop being used. Let's take care of that first."

Before I could register what was happening, a strip of tape was being stuck over my lips, then he ripped it off, taking much of my skin with it. 

I cried out in pain and put my hand over my mouth. It stung a lot, and when i pulled it away and looked, there was blood on my fingers. 

I looked up at him with misty eyes, silently asking him why he would do that to me, but his face showed no sign of emotion at all. 

"I hope that has sorted that out." He growled. "Either way, you will go to your room and I will talk to you tomorrow."

I was about to open my mouth and tell him that it was only 3PM, but when my lips parted, i choked on the blood and decided against it. 

The man who had kidnapped me grabbed me by the collar and dragged me up some stairs into a dark, empty room with a single window looking out at a brick wall.

The door slammed shut and i had flashbacks to when I used to live at the orphanage, except that this felt much, much more alone. 

I curled up in a tight ball in the corner, begging myself to stop crying, because the salty tears were just making my mouth hurt even more. 

I just closed my eyes and prayed for this whole thing to be a bad dream. 

Maybe, just maybe, if i prayed hard enough, i would wake up later and find myself in the comfort of my green room at Y/N's house. Maybe i would wake up in between the soft, white covers which smelled like mint, and lay there listening to the gentle ticking of the clock until I had to get up and trudge to school again.

Maybe...

But probably not...

Because even though the pain in my lips was gradually fading, the pain in my heart was too real for it to be a dream.