Bambam's Pov

I was on my way home by foot. My shoes scuffle on the concrete as I went by. Scenario after scenario raced through my mind. How was Yugyeom going to react? Would he forgive me easily? Or would things go badly? There was only one way to find out, and it was about to solve itself soon as I approached my apartment complex once it was in sight.

I head towards the back so I wouldn't be seen like we always do. We also checked to see if those guys were still on guard. My head carefully appears around the corner of the building. My eyes roamed around the spot. For the first time in a while, they met the most absurd thing ever.

There was nothing.

They were gone.

Finally! My mind thought, but something felt off about it. I guess I have to tell Yugyeom about it...

I climbed up the ladder and went to my open window. It was a bit wider than I felt it. I shrugged it off though, because it might of been the wind.

"Yugyeom the guards are-" My breath hitches as I come to a hault in my room. Well, more like what was left of it. I couldn't believe at what I was looking at. It was all trashed. Clothes, blankets, and other fabrics were thrown around. Frames that once contained pictures of my favorite memories of family and friends, laid scattered and fractured on the ground. My necklaces were ripped, my drawers were pulled out, and my door was also dented with damage. All of my belongings were practically destroyed. It looked like a tornado flew around my room.

When I gained courage to continue inside, my footsteps crumbled and cracked over the broken pieces. I examined every inch of my bedroom. I sighed, thinking of how much everything costs.

"What the hell happened when I was gone?" My whispers carried through the eerily quite household.

I walked out to my opened door. Apparently, my room wasn't the only thing trashed. The whole apartment was a mess. Papers were everywhere, my computer was on the floor, chairs knocked over, curtains disheveled, everything was out of order.

Did an intruder do all of this?

Or was Yugyeom mad when he found out that I was gone?

And speaking of Yugyeom, where was he?

"Yugyeom!" I yelled, hoping that he would answer. Wishing that he didn't run away again. I took a step forward in order to find him, but my foot stepped on something wet on the floor. I look down and cover my hand to my mouth in shock.

Blood drops were scattered in front of my bedroom door...

It seemed like it was the last thing that triggered my mind to start working. My eyes widened in fear as the pieces all started to come together.

•The guys are no longer out in front of the building
•The whole apartment is trashed
•Yugyeom isn't anywhere to be found
•There's blood...

And the one fact that made me feel extremely horrible,

•My window was left open before all of this happened

It was my fault...

Yugyeom was beaten and kidnapped. And it was all because I stupidly ran away and left my window open for them to come in.

I crouch down and slide into the floor, backing up to the nearest corner. I sobbed and sobbed, feeling like a horrible person. I was over at Mark's place laughing and having fun with my friends, while he was being torchered somewhere else. I don't even know if this happened right after I left or not. More sobs emitted out of me.

While wiping my eyes, my sight landed on a bright unfamiliar fluorescent green sticky note on my refrigerator. I shakily stood up and walked over to it. The note read,

"Bambam. If you want your precious Yugyeom back, you have to meet us at this address. Don't worry we will be waiting ;)"

I have a chance to get him back...

I rip the sticky note off of the refrigerator door, grab my keys, and run out of my front door. I was determined to get Yugyeom back.

After all, it's all my fault.

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Yugyeom's Pov

With my blindfold now off, I had a better chance to take a look of my surroundings. Just as I thought there wasn't much. It was a dark and damp space, void of anything else in it but me. The only thing that caught my eye was a door to my side. I assumed that it lead to the outside.

Now that I understand my situation, I just have to think of a escape plan.

The main door opens and in walks Suga carrying a food plate. He looks at me and notices that my blindfold was off.

"Jungkook took it off, didn't he?" He asks. I just stay silent.

He sighs and contemplates something in his head. He puts down the food tray and walks towards me. I tense up.

"Ok, just follow what I say and everything will be alright." He whispers very quietly to me. I looked at him confused. "I'm gonna help you get out of here."

"Wait what?-" My voice raised in disbelief.

"Shh! Keep your fucking voice down!" He whispered-yelled at me. I nodded silently. He comes in closer and starts to untangle the ropes the bonded me to this chair.

"I'm gonna untie this rope and you are gonna run out of that door. Go from the back so they won't see you. Just take a right from there and you should be on the main road back home." He gives me instructions as he worked.

The rope loosens and I stand up from the chair, stretching my limbs. I look at him.

"Suga, why are you doing this?" I rubbed my red wrists to soothe them of the pain rafter being free. His faces showed signs of hesitation to answering the question, before he sighed and gave in.

"Didn't I say that I owe you one?"

I looked at him in the face. I have never felt so grateful to Suga in my life. Even though the favor I did ended up being a complete fuck-up, he still felt like he owed me one. After all those years he still sticks to his words.

"Thank you so much Suga,"

"Yeah I know, now hurry up before I change my mind and they get suspicious!"

I nodded once more before carefully opening the door and doing as I was told. I ran and ran endlessly. My mind was filled with overwhelming thoughts. Not only seeing Jungkook's face was a whiplash, but the fact that Suga decided to help me.

Didn't he think I betrayed them?

Does he not believe Jimin's lie?

I was halfway there from making it home. I needed to ease my mind. I also need to check where Bambam was and if he was ok. Where did he go?

I bumped into someone who was also running from the opposite direction with force and we both fell to the floor. I groaned at the pain while laying on the floor. After deciding if I was ok to move, I stood up.

"Sorry about that-" I offered a hand to the person on the floor. I got to look at their face and it surprises me.

Bambam?!

He looks at my face as soon as as he heard my voice offering him help. His face holds a mixture of shock and relief.

"Oh my god, Yugyeom you're ok!" He stands up and immediately buried his head to my chest. He hugged me tightly, as if he was afraid to let me go.

"Bambam what are you doing here?" I guide my hands to his chin and tilt his head up so I can take a look at his face. His eyes were red and watery. It looked like he was crying. "Are you ok?"

"I should be asking you that! Look at you! You covered in bruises and scratches, oh my god-"

"Bambam shhh, that's all done so you don't have to worry about me." I soothe him down. He looked like he was gonna have a panic attack in any second. "I'll explain everything later. What I need to know is why are you running around all the way out here?"

"There was a note of the fridge when I came home today. It gave me this address and it told me to go there if I wanted to get you back." He gave me the green sticky note and I read it. It had Jungkook's apartment address on it. They were gonna get him that way? Thank god I bumped into him before they laid their hands on him. I swear if they did...

"I freaked out and ran as soon as possible. I felt so h-horrible Yugyeom. It's m-my fault-t. I'm so-s-sorry-" He bursted out a set of fresh tears and buried his head back into my chest. His hands came up and grabbed my shirt. My hands engulfed him and I comforted him as he continued to weep. He must have been in shock, making his emotions come delayed.

"Hey Bambam, shh don't cry," I raise his head up once more. Tears rolled down his checks. I wipe them away with my thumb. "It's not your fault, you weren't even there-"

"But that's the worst part Yugyeom! I wasn't there! If I would have s-stayed, you wouldn't have been in p-p-pain and I wouldn't have left that window o-open for them to g-get you while I laughed with my f-f-friends! I'm horrible-e, and I'm so sorry-y you hand to e-experience that!"

"If we are playing the blame game, then it's supposed to be my fault! I shouldn't have made you upset in the first place."

"Buts that's b-besides the point! I'm so sorry Y-Yugyeom, I'm just glad to h-h-have you back." Bambam hugged me even tighter.

"Shh Bambam, breathe. How about we go home and relax for a bit, then we will talk about everything later? We both had a ruff few days, and today was especially rough." He looks up to me and nods his head. I adjusted him to walk on my side. His arms still wrapped snuggled around me after being adjusted. I put my arm around his shoulders tightly and we walked back to the apartment together.