When Yoongi woke up, he was confused to see he wasn't in his subs strong arms, or even at home for that matter.

He was in what looked like a large, dark green tent, with a dirt and leaf strewn floor, and a bare mattress off to the side. There was a lantern resting on a sawed off tree stump a few inches away from where Yoongi was sitting on a cold, steel chair.

Who- what- where- when- why- how-

The last thing he remembered was Agust taking over for his date with Jimin, and now he was finally taking back control a long time later, in what was probably the middle of nowhere.

He tried to stand, and was promptly yanked back down in the seat, and he looked down with horror to see he was tied by the wrists and ankles to the chair.

Now he started to panic, struggling to try and untie himself.

Where was Namjoon? Namjoon never would let anything bad happen to him. And Jungkook- where was he? Where was anyone?

Yoongi chose not to cry out for help, not wanting to alert whoever tied him to this chair that he was awake.

And holy shit- why did his body feel so broken? Had Agust gotten into a fight with some bad people?

Against his will, Yoongi whimpered.

He was just so goddamn scared.

"Namjoon," he whispered into the cold air, seeing his breath evaporate in front of him in the weak lamp light. "Sub...baby..."

Something terrible had to have happened to his husband, because Yoongi knew damn well Namjoon never would have let Yoongi get into a bad situation if he had any power to stop it, and his heart pounded at all the terrible ways Namjoon could be hurt.

The sound of someone walking right outside the tent made Yoongi stiffen, blood rushing in his ears as his heart pounded.

The footsteps walked along, and then Yoongi heard the sounds of wood being chopped.

He had some time before the kidnapper came inside, which was the good news.

The bad news was that the kidnapper had an ax.

Voices.

Yoongi tried to calm down to listen, confused as to who the man could be talking to.

Two deep voices, two males.

Who the hell were they? What did they want? Where was he? Was his family alright?

He grabbed the rope that was wound around his wrists, clinging to the two end pieces that hung down. Carefully, he worked his fingers around the knot, keeping his eyes on the tent opening as he slowly started to untie himself.

What if he hadn't been the only one taken? What if his boyfriends were somewhere nearby as well? What if his precious Namjoon was-

He bit back a sob, shaking his head. Focus!

The position was awkward for his arms and wrists, and it hurt but he forced himself to keep going, feeling the knot loosening bit by bit.

He could hear the two men outside still talking, and he prayed and prayed they would stay outside just a little longer...just a little longer...just a little-

The rope fell to the ground and Yoongi almost sobbed in relief. He quickly bent down and started working on the ropes around his ankles, untying them one at a time.

He was freezing in just his black skinny jeans and white shirt, and the bastards had taken his shoes so it would hurt like a bitch to run in the debris strewn forest, but that would hurt a lot less than sticking around for these men to do whatever it was they wanted to him.

He finally slipped the last knot free and stood up, immediately feeling dizzy and light headed. He couldn't tell if this was a side effect from his injuries or if he had been drugged.

Either way, he fought through it, shaking his head firmly to clear it. He blinked and looked around the large tent.

Who the hell brought a full size mattress camping and just laid it on the dirty floor? And why had they chosen this spot? The ground was uneven and full of leaves and twigs. It's like they didn't know the first thing about camping and had just picked the first spot they saw. Hopefully that meant he wasn't too far away from civilization.

He stood in the middle of the tent, debating what to do now.

The men were still right outside, it would be stupid to run right out. But there also wasn't any other way out of the tent. No other openings, not even a window to look out of.

Yoongi could tell it was dark out by the way the lamp didn't fully reach every corner of the tent, and that gave him hope.

If he could make it outside somehow, it would be harder for them to catch him.

But how? Howhowhowhow-

He crept to the side of the tent, towards the back of it, dropping to his knees and quickly started digging, brushing away leaves, twigs and dirt. He thanked every god that he was small and thin- he wouldn't need the hole to be that big, he could squeeze himself out of even a tiny bit of space.

Hopefully he would be far enough away that even if the men had flashlights they wouldn't be able to catch him.

Something glittery caught his eye, and he quickly clasped his hand over his wedding ring, tugging it off and shoving it into his pocket so he didn't lose it while digging.

By now the hole was only about a foot deep, but Yoongi didn't want to risk making it bigger and having the man catch him, so he quickly dove into it, pushing his head through under the tent, and gasping into the fresh night air.

He kicked his feet against the ground, forcing his shoulders, his arms, his chest through.

Fuck fuck fuck almost there fuck-

He couldn't hear the voices anymore, and he didn't know if they were just silent or if they were entering the tent. Maybe his heart was just pounding too loud to hear them.

He wiggled his hips through, one leg, and finally the other and then he was suddenly out, staring at the starry night sky.

A shooting star flew overhead.

He scrambled to his feet and bolted in a random direction, not knowing where he was going or if he was running the complete wrong way.

He just had to get away, he could figure out directions in the morning, when there was light out.

He sprinted over the rocks and pine needles, ignoring the way they scraped his bare feet.

Just run, just run, just run, just run, just r-

A road.

Yoongi could have cried out in relief if he didn't think it would have gotten him caught.

Headlights were slowly coming around the corner and Yoongi raced out in front of the oncoming car- his hands braced out to stop it.

The car pulled to a halt and Yoongi ran to the drivers side, banging his palm on the window. "Please- please open! I need help- please!"

The driver rolled down the window. "What the-"

"Please help me!" Yoongi gripped the ledge. "I don't know- someone kidnapped me- I don't know where I am or what's going on but I need to get home, please!"

"Okay, okay!" The driver grabbed Yoongi's shaking hands. "Get in, I'll drive you into town."

Yoongi almost collapsed in relief. "Thank you- thank you!"

He ran over to the other side, not caring his feet were leaving bloody footprints, and practically dove inside the cab, sighing at the warm air blasting.

The driver pressed the gas pedal down, easing the car back into the lane as he started driving, taking a left turn. "What's your name?"

"Yoongi- Min Yoongi." Yoongi patted his pockets, and his heart leaped into his throat when he felt his phone. Why hadn't the kidnapper taken it?

He quickly pulled it out and realized why- the phone was dead. Useless.

"Do you have a charger? Or could I use your phone?" He asked, searching around him for either of those things.

"Sorry, can't have either on me when I'm working." The driver said, making a left turn.

Fuck. But at least he was away from that tent, and they would be in civilization soon. He could wait.

"What's your name?" Yoongi asked, looking at the driver.

"Park."

"Just Park?"

"Mhm."

"How much longer until we're in town?" Yoongi asked, looking out the window as the cab turned left.

"We'll be back soon." Park promised him.

Yoongi sighed, leaning against the seat, suddenly exhausted. His fear had taken a toll on his energy, and after all that running, Yoongi couldn't remember the last time he had eaten.

"Do you have any water?" Yoongi asked.

"I do, actually." Park opened the compartment between the two seats, fishing out a half full bottle of water.

Yoongi thanked him and unscrewed the cap, tipping the bottle back gratefully.

It was only when the cab turned left a fourth time that Yoongi frowned. "Didn't we just go in a circle?"

"Hmm? No, I know these roads, they just wind." Park explained, not taking his eyes off the road.

Yoongi couldn't shake the feeling something wasn't right, but then again, he was running away from a pair of kidnappers, so of course he was on edge.

Until he suddenly wasn't.

He groaned, bringing a hand to his forehead, nauseous.

"You okay there, Min Yoongi?" Park asked. "You gunna be sick in my car?"

"I...dizzy..." Yoongi murmured. He could feel his heartbeat slowing down, despite how panicked he was.

"You should sleep," Park encouraged, the car slowing down. "We'll be there in..."

But whatever he was saying, Yoongi couldn't hear anymore.

He felt like he was floating, except he couldn't move his arms or legs anymore. He tried to speak, but only a choked whimper escaped.

With blurry vision, he saw Park leaning over him, and felt a hand sliding up his thigh.

He wanted to shove the hand off of him, to get out of the car and run away, but he could barely keep his eyes open.

The car stopped, and Yoongi watched with hazy vision as Park got out and ran over to his side, opening Yoongi's door and grabbing him, pulling him out of the car, despite Yoongi's weak resisting.

"You gave us a huge scare," Park chucked, carrying a pliant Yoongi in his arms as he kicked the door shut and started walking into the woods. "We came back to the tent and you were gone. You're really such a tiny little thing, huh? Managed to squeeze your self out through that hole. Don't worry, we made sure to fill that back in, and we'll get some heavier ropes as well. Hell, maybe we'll need chains even, if you're that smart. You'll look good in anything, so I don't really mind."

Yoongi barely followed along with the mans words, too out of it to understand anything. He couldn't move his limbs and his vision was getting darker by the second- the star filled sky flickering away so far above him.

Where was that shooting star?

"I was only down for the first part of Lee's plan- the part where I knocked out your power and killed your security systems. But then he showed me your picture and fuck- I had to get in on the rest." Park continued, steadily walking deeper into the forest.

A large green tent loomed a few feet in front of them, lit by a flickering lantern.

"Fuck, just looking at you is getting me hard." Park almost growled, his hold on Yoongi tightening. "What's a boy like you doing looking so fucking pretty? Should've been born a girl, you have no business being so...ethereal. He said you have a female alter, I wanna meet her. He said wearing dresses and shit triggers her out, so I made sure to buy you the prettiest dresses, Yoongi."

He neared the tent and pulled the flap back, stepping inside.

Byungwoo looked up from where he had dug a small hole and started a fire. "Took you long enough."

"You're lucky I was the only car on the road at the time." Park said, laying Yoongi down gently on the mattress. He reached out and brushed the boys hair away from his closed eyes.

Byungwoo noticed the affection in Park's eyes and growled. "He's mine."

Park retracted his hand, but didn't tear his hungry gaze away from the unconscious boy. "Then tie him down better next time. Almost got away from us."

"Do I look like I have coils of heavy duty chains up my ass?" Byungwoo snapped. "Go to the store and buy some shit, dumbass, before he wakes up. I don't have unlimited rohypnol you know."

"You shouldn't have beat up his face so much." Park stood up, still looking back at Yoongi. "He's too beautiful for that to be damaged."

Byungwoo kicked him and Park yelped as he fell to the ground. "I had to get the tapes, and that one protective alter was stubborn. But he's gone now, so hurry up and get the shit we need before he comes back. Or else I won't let you have your turn."

"Alright, alright." Park grumbled, getting up. "Don't start without me."

He left the tent and Byungwoo looked back at his son with a sick grin.

"No promises."