Taehyung POV

“Come on Jimin! Open the damn door!” I yelled, knocking loudly. I heard his laugh as he walked away. “Dammit!” I sighed. “Why did I let you drink on tonight of all nights?” I turned to the room he had locked me in.

On closer inspection, it looked like a corridor. Maybe it led to an exit. I turned and walked down the hall, checking my phone. Just then, it died. Great, just to make my day a whole lot better.

I continued walking, looking around. The club my friends had brought me to was really nice, I hadn’t even known they could afford to get into a place like this. I certainly couldn’t. Just barely a college graduate, I was stuck in a job I hated because my brother had stolen the job I had wanted most.

I rounded a corner without paying much attention, now fixated on a bad memory. I ran smack into the back of some guy. “Ouch.” I muttered. The man turned and looked down at me. “Ah...Sorry.” I Said, smiling nervously. “My friend locked me in here and I’m trying to get out so if you could just—“

A sound came from behind the man and I tilted my head to look. I felt my eyes widen at the sight before me and I looked up at the man quickly, before he reached down and grabbed my throat. I clawed at his hand, but it was too tight. I couldn’t breathe.

“Eunhyuk.” A voice said. The hand was gone and I collapsed, coughing. The man named Eunhyuk moved away and I looked up at a new man, walking over to me. He approached me and squatted down to look me in the eye. “What has he seen?” He asked.

“Just number three.”

“Why are you here?” The man asked me. I coughed, trying to speak. I continued to cough, not able to manage a word. My throat hurt like hell. “Looks like you squeezed a little too hard, Eunhyuk. Oh well, we’ll just have to take him until he can talk.”

I fell backwards as he stood. Someone grabbed the back of my shirt and hoisted me to my feet. I was half dragged back to where I had originally come from. The man who seemed to be in charge opened the door and we walked into the club.

We passed by Jimin and he turned just then. His eyes widened when he saw me and his smile dropped quickly. “T-Taehyung!?” He exclaimed.

“Ah, Jimin, you know this man?”

“H-he’s my friend, Sir.” Jimin said, putting his hands up. “We locked him in a closet just as a joke a little bit ago! But why are you taking him?”

“He was witness to some business that we had. I’m just taking him for a little questioning.” Jimin paled and turned to me.

I widened my eyes as he abruptly turned and walked away. I was walked out of the club and thrown into a car. The man in charge slid into the backseat beside me and I was left alone with him, and the driver of course.

“Taehyung, your name was?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

“Ah...Yes.” I managed.

“Your ‘friend’ put you in quite a situation. But you hardly look the type to be able even get close to this club.”

“Jimin....let us...in.” I turned to the window and looked out. I gasped as a hand snaked into my hair and violently turned me around.

“It’s rude to not look at the one you are speaking with.” The man said calmly.

“...sorry.” I rasped out. He released me and then turned away himself. I almost laughed at the hypocrisy.

“I’m debating on what to do with you. Although you didn’t see much, you did see some, and that’s concerning for me. Although I doubt such a little thing like you could have much influence against me anyway.” Something told me that this was not the time to let my pride get the best of me.

“I’ll keep you for now. I’ll decide later.” The car came to stop a few minutes later and the door was opened. The man got out and I crawled out after him, looking at where I was. It was a large, upscale apartment complex, something I wasn’t really expecting.

I was pushed forward and I followed the man obediently. We entered the complex and got into an elevator, riding to the top floor. Then, it was just the two of us again and I entered slowly, looking around.

“Don’t even think about trying to run, my men will have you down before you can even step a foot out of this place. The bathroom is two doors down the hall and to your left. Go take a shower, you smell bad.”

I stared numbly at him as he walked down the hall and disappeared into another room. I walked to the bathroom, really too scared to do anything but strip and do what he said. I took a shower, and when I stepped out, my clothes were gone.

I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my waist, poking my head out of the bathroom. I didn’t see anybody and I stepped into the main room from earlier. My throat felt better after the shower at least.

“You done?” The man came out from a room and I turned to him.

“Ah...Yes. But I couldn’t find my clothes anywhere.” I said.

“That’s because I threw them away.” He replied seriously.