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:Twilight saga:

Next day:

Woo pov:

Pain.

That what I felt as my whole body jerk to the side due to this last punch.

But these chains keep me on place since yesterday evening.

Blood rolling down my side of head and lower lip, travelling through my jawline, my adam apple and disappear in my shirt which was now almost red due to wounds, bruises and cuts.

These cuts, bruises and wounds are not only from my fight yesterday, not only from this whole torture they made me go through but also due to they punch me while wearing sharp edges rings and such use of objects, which only cut my skin like a glass sheald.

But, after all this, my only worry was, did the kids run away? Or they got caught also?

I was almost unconscious due to blood loss from my 'punishment', just now.

When the one I think is mister. Washington comes. And grip my back side hair and pull them, making my neck back in a most painful manner but I kept my mouth shut and kept glaring at him with hooded eyes which only made him chuckles.

He moved his face near me, only inches apart.

"Tell me, how did it feel, whore? You like it. Right?"

"I will kill you, just let me have my hands out of here." I spat the blood on him.

My white teeths were covered with blood also.

He tsk as he leans back and wioes his face, releasing my head with a hard jerk. And to be honest. I am quite shocked how come my neck is still working and didn't snap in half? By this force already?

"Get him ready. He will be performing on tomorrow's party."

That was last thing I heard before everything becomes blury for me completely and it becomes harder and harder to concentrate.

So, I let these people open me from chains, tie me up tightly and drag me to some dark room and throw/leave me on that cold ground in my own pool of blood for the night.

And soon, the darkness in this dark room engulf me in it's arm.

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No one pov:

Back at Wooyoung and jongho house:

It had been a chaos.

Since that phone call, there is only chaos everywhere.

Hongjoong was on phone call.

Yeosang on his laptop trying to find something also.

Altho, both him, jimin, hoseok and mingi were on it.

Namjoon and yoongi were at their BTS base trying to find something of them or to contact.

Seokjin and seonghwa were also making calls of their own and also keeping sure everyone is well eated and calm.

Jongho and junkook with.few of men out to research if they find something.

And san?

He was in the guilt of hurting his other half and was on his own determination of bring back his twin and personally apologize for his behavior.

Suddenly, hongjoong family phone ring. Making all of them stop what they were doing.

Hongjoong nods at all of them indicating it's truly their father call.

Everyone present in the room stops their work and focus on the call as hongjoong pick it up and put it on speaker.

"Father."

"Hongjoong. Where are you and other?"

Hongjoong glance at his present brothers and reply.

"Why, father? Is everything okay?"

"Oh why yes! Can't a father ask about his children?"

Seonghwa looks away in anger.

Hell to ask about his children.

"What's the matter,father." Hongjoong ask in his usual stern voice.

"Oh nothing. Just wanted to remind all of you. I know what you all are doing. And I won't let any of you destroy my whole life work and popularity. I will do everything in my power to stop all of you. And I also know, that this phone is on speaker and yeosang is trying to hack my place-"

At that, yeosang fingers stop on his laptop keyboard. His fingers weren't even making any noise.

All BTS  present member were shocked as to how he knew this all?

"Keep in mind, my dear sons. That piece of shit, your mother tried to hide from me has reach his destination. The place where he was belong to since he was born. But that bitch-"

"FATHER, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" Seonghwa yelled in anger making everyone except hongjoong, yeodang and yunho who all looks down or far in anger flinch.

"Ah,.. my most hatred son. Kim seonghwa. You have no idea how happy I am to hear your bitchy ass voice."

Seonghwa turns his back gasping some air in his system to keep himself down.

"Now, then. Oh- I just remember. Why I call you all. I wanted to tell you guys, you all are invited as my VIP guests, tomorrow, 7 pm sharp at Twilight saga. Hope you all enjoy the show-and oh! Don't forget to bring those BTS Members with you all also. I will be waiting~~ later~"

Beep-----

The phone call was already ended but all of them were shocked and.. silence..

That's the best way to describe it.

Only one thing going through all of them mind...

Tomorrow, 7 pm.....at....

Twilight saga.

That's where wooyoung is.

And worst.

They are all waiting for their arrival and any attack.

Now they need a proper plan.

It's not like, they were gonna strike without a plan before but now.. it's more difficult.

Hongjoong looks up at the ceiling, only few words leaving his mouth which all of them hear over the thin silence.

"Wooyoung, you have been so brave for so long. Just hang on for some more. We are coming to save you. No matter what. We are.." he closed his eyes.

A silence fell upon them.

Soon, jongho and junkook also come. Same with namjoon and yoongi and san.

And everyone fill them up on the phone call and hongjoong even play it over the speaker.

And every one of them, listen to it for few times.

Finally, after the recording ends after tenth time. Hongjoong pause it.

And turns to namjoon who hums and looks deep in thought.

"So,..  have any plan?" Hongjoong ask in his mafia torn.

Namjoon straighten himself and nods while huming.

"I might say, I have a plan but it's a risky one." Namjoon looks at where hongjoong and seonghwa were sitting/standing and then at others.

"It might cause our deaths." He added.

"Then be it." All the attention turns to san and that's when everyone come aware of san's presence in the room.

San walks in the middle with a determined face.

"He had suffered alot and alone. Now is the time to share his problems. His tears. His suffering. And I, kim san. Swear of not a peck of sleep until I know my twin is in between the safe walls of our guard ness."

He raised his right hand above his head.

"Raise your hand, if you all are ready."

Punch!

San looks at jimin who had tears rolling down his face of rage.

"Idiot. Fucking idiot! Do you think, any of us gonna back away? He's not obly your twin but my little brother as well. I damn care if any of you are his real family. Cause, he was and is a part of us. Of BTS." Jimin turns to namjoon with determination.

"Spill the plan. We have one night to plan everything."

He then turns to san and stretch his hand for him to shake with a small smile.

"Let's work together and also. It was revenge for earlier."

San couldn't help but smirk as he shakes.his hand also.

But the moment was broke by Yeosang voice whose eyes never once leave his laptop screen.

"Guys,... I think all of you should watch this... Now."

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