This was definitely not worth the wait, for who ever was waiting for this. I owe my deepest apologies to all for holding it on for so long. There will be another chapter and I'll be definitely posting it tomorrow.

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His eyes fluttered open, only to see a blank blurry image in front of him. He blinked a few more times get his vision clearer. He felt something hit his head.

"Hyung?"

He heard a distinct voice. He recognized it and called out for the person.

"Jungkook..."

His vision slowly started to get clearer. He repeated the name. He heard some shuffling noise

The youth hugged himself tighter, tears trickling down his cheeks non-stop. He lost track of time, about how long he had been there but the man in front of him scared the shit out of him. A sly smirk sat on the man's lips as he kneed down infront of the shaky figure.

"We have a very special guest for you."

His voice was deeper than Taehyung's but didn't hold the same sweetness in it. It was rathe scary, devilish. It gave him goosebumps. He continued to request the man.

"Please, let me go."

His voice came out weak. He didn't know what quite else he can do. The man had both his hands tied with a metallic chain to the wall, as if he is any wild dog. He couldn't find a way to escape like that.

"Oh, honey. Give up already. How do you think I can let go of someone worth of billions of dollars of money? Just think of it! You're a part of the world's biggest boy band!"

He faked a chuckle, making the boy feel sick in the stomach. He hoped his members noticed him missing because he's sure it's been over a day. He was scared beyond imagination. The man had hit him when he tried to scream for help, threatened his family  so keep him quiet and now he's trying to sell him. He had heard about all thes things before but never in a million years had he thought the same thing to happen to him.

"See, someone is already there who wants to take a look at you and is ready to pay a quite a huge sum of money. You think I would let you go just like that."

He chuckled again. The young boy's eyes filled up with tears. He had never known that it would be his last time seeing the members. He remembered the pre-debute times about how he used to complain about how hard it is to be the leader. But he loved it now. He absolutely loved to teach his members new things, show them what to do at what times, and simply be the leader of his group.

He knows how notorious, specifically the maknae line was and couldn't imagine what they would do without him and vice versa.

"And that's who today's special guest for you is. Have a talk, I bet that's the nicest person you have made, nicer than your little band mates and you're gonna live with that person from now."

The sly smirk didn't leave his face as he slammed the door of the room shut, making the leader flinched. He let even more tears spill down his cheeks. Seconds later, he heard the door creak open. He didn't even want to see who that was.

"I see the prince is already ignoring me."

He heard a voice call, different than the previous one. The nick name made him even more disgusted, increasing the already deep pit in his stomach. He didn't know life could take a turn so swiftly.

"I don't like this kind of behaviour. I want the person whom I'm taking home with me to shower me with his love and attention."

He didn't know who it was, but he figured out that it was a woman. He couldn't believe how cruel she could be. He couldn't believe how a woman is not hesitant at all to hurt someone who is yet another woman's child.

"Please, help me out of here."

All he could do was beg. He knew there couldn't really be a possibility that he would be able to get out, but he still hoped he would be back to his dorm, his safe zone with his members. He had never felt so vulnerable.

"Oh honey, why? What about me then? You know how long I've loved you? How I want to make you more than just my idol? Now that I've gotten the chance to, I would never, ever let you go!"

She squeaked with a dramatically excited face and hugged the boy. The leader's body stiffened for a second, before he found himself shoving the woman away. He never liked any stranger touch him, let alone hug him all of a sudden other than his family and fans, that too, only during fan meetings. He would definitely not let such a person even near him.

"D-Don't touch me!"

He yelled with a heavy breath. The woman smirked which made his blood run cold in his veins. The lady grabbed his face harshly and attached her forehead with his. The idol froze, but the tears didn't. The look in her dark eyes gave him bad vibes. He couldn't think of what was to happen next.

"P-Please... Don't."

He begged his voice barely above a whisper. He was surprised when the lady actually let go of his face and backed away, fixing her dress with an innocent expression as if she's doing nothing illegal.

"I'll start with the fun part later. Let's first get over with San's payment."

She got up from the ground and showed him a quick smile. And then left. He found himself alone in the dark room to think about what had just happened. He thought that being kidnapped and sold to an unknown person was enough.

The fear was replaced with sorrow. Tears spilled out of his eyes continuously, thinking about what would happen to his life afterwards. He was not afraid of getting sold to an unknown person anymore. He was afraid of what the person might make him do. He was terrified that she might make him do something illegal.

He sat there, staring at the door. The room was dead silent. The emptiness started to divert his mind to his members. He wondered what had happened to Hoseok and Jungkook who was in the car with him.

The man found himself chuckling as the lady approached him, a huge bundle of money in her hands. He rubbed his hands together, eyes shining in excitement at the amount of money he was about to get. The lady handed her the bundle.

"$20 million. I think that enough for two hours."

The later laughed.

"You have it."

He said, handing her the keys to the door. The lady smirked as she looked back at Namjoon, who was still giving her pleading looks. She turned back to San.

"Thank you."

With that, he turned around and left the room, letting the lady lock the door. She waited there, listening to the footsteps fading away. As soon as they were inaudible, she turned to Namjoon, but with a completely different glare than that of before.

She scanned the room, as of trying to spot anything suspicious. Maybe for a camera or something. But found nothing.

With light footsteps, she approached the boy, who tried to thrash away but couldn't due to being tied up.

"Please... D-Don't hurt me. I'll do a-anything."

The lady didn't say anything as she sat down in front of him. Namjoon shut his eyes close tight, endless tears dripping down his cheeks.

It was happening.

There was no escape anymore.

Huh?

The lady untied the chains attached to his hands. He immediately pulled his hand towards himself, only realizing then how much they hurt. His heart dropped to his stomach. The woman had an unreadable expression on her face which made it harder for him to know about her actions.

She then pulled out her phone from her bag and dialed a number, giving them an address to come to. He realized it maybe the address of the place he was in.

She sighed as she hung up the call and tossed her phone away, not caring how roughly it fell on the floor. She then took out a small box from her bag. It had first aid items in them.

He was utterly confused, but said nothing until the woman approached her and asked him the most unexpected question.

"Where does it hurt?"

She looked into his eyes, but this time, they weren't devilish. He kept staring into her eyes zoning out, trying to process what was happening. The lady noticed it and gave him a light tug.

"Quick. We only have two hours worth of time. I have called for help. They'll hopefully be here within the time we have."

She saw how petrified he still looked and backed away a bit.

"I'm here to help you. I've called the police. That man needs to go to the jail now."

When Namjoon still didn't reply, she took things in her own hands and started to eyes him, looking for any injuries. Her eyes soon dropped on the idol's bruised wrists.

"Let me treat those bruises."

She looked into his eyes.

"I promise I won't hurt you."

She said, and gently put her hand on his wrist, examining the bruises.

"These are pretty bad. It'll take a while to recover. How long have you been tied up here?"

She asked as she took out an ointment from the bag. Namjoon eyed it. He had used that ointment before. The lady didn't react to his silence, guessing the idol to be still spooked. She treated his wrist and wrapped a bandage around them that she happened to have in her bag pack. In between, she gave the boy all the details about herself.

"I'm Suya, San's cousin. I'm a nurse. It explain why I always keep a first-aid pack in my bag."

She said and plopped the ointment and bandage inside her bag again and sat down on the ground, a little far away the boy who stared down on his bandaged hands. She continued.

"San used to be a good person. He never liked to see people in pain. He considered being a nurse too but-"

She sighed.

"Something happened. Which changed him. It effected his mental health to a point where he couldn't ever recover anymore. He wants people to go through the same pain he once went through. I tried to tell him lots of time how wrong it was. I tried to track him down and where he does these illegal stuff but he kept changing locations. This was the last thing that I wanted to do. To pretend along with him to find a solution."

Tears filled her own eyes. Namjoon didn't know what to feel anymore. He didn't know if he should believe the lady or not.

"You're really my idol and it breaks me to see you like this. It breaks me to see any person like this. Namjoon, San's become a psycho. He doesn't know what he's doing. And it breaks me when I realize nothing can bring the old San back."

She was going to say more, but her phone rang. She picked it up.

"Thirteenth floor, room no. six. And please, don't listen to anyone who tries to take you anywhere else but the location I gave. Knock on the door thrice. I'll open it."

She hung up the call and smiled at the idol.

"Help is here."