They're gone.

No traces, not spotted through any camera lenses in the fucking world or even a trace of a single hair strand - Just gone.

As though they disappeared through mid air.

Which is what happened.

Namjoon refused to accept this the second he was told about their disappearance. Absolute denial. For days upon days he's spent mornings and night wandering the entire fucking globe with sorcerers, witches, asking for help from the angels and cupids to soar the skies and sirens through the seas. The werewolves and vampires worked with the fallen angels and demons to roam the Earth, but no one has found anything.

Not a scent.

Or a damn footprint, only the last one being at the entrance of the carnival. The cameras didn't find anything, as in if they were in an physical altercation with someone, only shows that they were zapped out of thin air.

Just gone, as if they were teleported away and none of them would be able to teleport in that way.

There's only one last explanation for this; They were taken by someone of magical capabilities, similar to Namjoon's. If it was willingly, they would've been back because like hell they would ever leave Namjoon behind.

No, they were taken.

Namjoon shouldn't be surprised but he is. Now that they have started this movement for peace, being the firsts to make a stand, undoubtable they became targets from all sides. And the effect of them being missing has caused already great protests and chaos from various parts of the globe from humans and secret organizations attacking species now that most of their heroes are gone.

There has to be a group out there that has species as well, who organized this and been watching their every move. Their motive being just to return the world to their inequality between X and mortals.

No one is ever fucking satisfied with peace, ever.

Why? Just why?

For a month now Namjoon has asked himself this question. Why them? Why as they always targeted? They were just trying to fight for peace, is that wrong? Why did they fucking take them!

And why haven't they came after him yet?

Maybe whoever it was is waiting for a perfect moment to do just that, but Namjoon has just about lost every sense of strain and patience the more days has passed without being with his boys.

And he's about to enter certain dangerous lengths that a sorcerer should never cross in regards to spells and magic.

So much time has passed and who knows if they're even alive right now! That thought tortures Namjoon's mind every single night in his dream, trying to desperately hear at least Jungkook or Taehyung's thoughts through telepathy of them trying to reach him, but he's only left waking up to nightmares of his dark demons taking control of his vulnerable emotions.

They were fine. They left this house perfectly fine. They shared a cute moment of giggles and they were waiting for Hoseok to get ready, Taehyung was impatient because they were taking there time, a-and they give him a goodbye kiss before leaving - Why the fuck is this happening!

He's going crazy.

Absolutely crazy!

And Namjoon has ran out of options.

That's how he's here, in his familiar living room with candles scattered out everywhere around him; Specifically forming a circle around special valuables from each of his six precious boys:

Jimin being a pearl necklace he was given by the king of the mer-people as a token of honor, something he treasures with his life.

Yoongi being a favorite bone he probably praises more than the relationship itself.

Seokjin being an old blood bag he sucked before leaving here, just the blood itself for him is his literal life.

Hoseok his extra cupid arrows that were left in his room, recently used while he was in training.

Jungkook a feather that probably fell from his wings when he shifts them in his body.

And Taehyung being a blade he kills off humans or force obedience to demons with, probably leaving it thinking he didn't have to work that day.

All of their valuables lined up perfectly together.

On top of them is a paper with a foreign and vintage language of a word, all connected to the most dangerous spell a sorcerer could ever perform in this world.

The summoning spell.

The first thing a sorcerer is ever taught in their first steps of practicing magic is to never to perform this spell - teaching that it does exist but to never perform it; Especially if it involves a living human being. The reason behind it being that it could open different dimension that coexist in parallel universes similar to this world, and if they summon someone, the person who appears could either not be them or the spell could cause harm to the said person while they travel through space of time.

This is not usually performed unless it's for the dead.

It's risky, so damn risky, but what if they do come back? It's a spell or a reason. Namjoon can't just sit here and wait for a miracle to happen with the spells he knows as of now - that haven't been working in locating them.

He needs to try, and he will trust that his boys will be able to handle it because they will know it's from him.

They could be trusting him now to bring them back, this is his chance.

So pushing all his fears and doubts aside, he takes a deep breath as he looks over the valuables of boyfriends and tried not to let the knot in his throat grow too unbearable to breathe.

He can do this.

They will come back.

They will come back to him.

Okay, let's begin.

Namjoon let's his mind grow clear and blank, feeling on the magic in his body as it fuses all over his every skin cell and connects to the trail of herbs and salt directly to the circle of values. He's been studying this spell the second he remembered it existed; practicing over and over how his body should be feeling and how to train his energy directly to what's the goal, all leading to this moment.

In a low and heavy voice, he began to whisper the words of the spell from his book. The energy slowly started to feel different inside him. It went from feeling like floating in a cloud to a heavy thick wine gliding down his inside, too heavy to even hold his composure but he kept himself steady as he continued to chant the spell with eyes closed to focus on keeping his energy directly inside the circle.

There's so much to focus and Namjoon already can see why this spell is a big warning to never do; it drains a lot of energy out.

He needs to be strong.

For them.

He can do this.

Sweat beamed his forehead, heat rises and radiated his aura with pitiful winces sprouting his lips to the flashes that began to blur in his head. Vivid images of each of them felt like some brutal lightening striking to his head, showing moments of their past with tender giggles and intimate sexual kisses, tears they've shed and loving moments that Namjoon has treasured so much in his heart.

Those moments suddenly faded, now seeing it replaced with them being tied up and eyes filled with confusion and horror before they get injected by this blurred serum from people he can't see because of how blurred it all is.

But he can only see them, clear.

Namjoon's emotions grew unstable to the mere sight, breathing heavily with fists on the ground to keep him up when he stumbled forward. He sees Jungkook's pure eyes screaming in fear, Taehyung fighting the drug with a tongue cursing at them, Jimin already faded away, Hoseok trying to get Jimin to wake up desperately, Seokjin's teary eyes glaring at the blurred figure and Yoongi aggressively fighting back despite being tied up.

They need him.

They fucking need him.

He needs to get them back!

He needs them now!

THEY NEED TO GET BACK TO HIM!

Filled with a hysteria and a sudden pulse of rage, Namjoon lets out a shrilled scream with his burst of maximum energy.

A sudden explosion eroded from somewhere in room and a force of wind knocked Namjoon back against him, forcing him to the ground with the air feeling like it got stuck in his throat.

Hearing noises of a mass of wind with crashes before..... It all just stops.

Silence.

Just silence.

Heavy wheezes passed his lips, coughing drily as he desperately gasps for air the second he came back more to his consciousness by the moment of being sent back. He manages to regain his composure after his lungs opened up to the air, heaving but alive. Cold shivers runs down his skin now, well his entire fucking bones with this pounding headache, now weak to the last cell to even get upright.

Shit, that definitely drained a lot of his-

A sudden cold and bulky object is pinned to his temple, freezing him while he was in the midst of sitting up.

Followed by a click.

What is this?

Wait did it work-

"Who the fuck are you and where the fuck am I?"

Namjoon's heart dropped.

No.... He must be hearing things?

But.... That voice.... With that language?

Slowly Namjoon moves his eyes up, tracing his eyes to the dark silhouette standing over him firmly. His heart beats harshly in his body, finally looking at the face looming over him with the moonlight cascading over to the side of his face to show a glimmer of his identity.

And his body grew cold, especially to the the realization that a gun is being pointed to his head.

"J-Jungkook?"

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A/N:

And so it begins.

Well.... This is about to be a ride :)

I PURPLE YOU! <33