BROTHERS.
episode twelve: attack on bangtan

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❝hoseok-hyung seems like the type of character to die first in a horror movie.❞

everyone looked at seokjin, who just said his thought out loud. his random quote ruined the cool and creepy scene namjoon planned in his head.

"hyung seriously, i doubt they have any food there," jungkook rolled his eyes after hearing his older brother's ridiculous comment. "if anything, the doll maker probably has an army of creepy dolls waiting for us."

he gulped, as he got shivers just thinking about it. normally, he wouldn't be afraid of situations like this since it gave him more excitement than anxiety, but he knows his sister is down there—one unexpected move could ruin their plan. well, if they had a solid plan to begin with. namjoon's plan was just to follow sungyeol, they never really thought they were capable enough to get to the last part of their plan.

"so.. since we don't have a plan, let's just..–uh, go in, together." their fearless leader said, as he continued flashing his phone down the stairs, "hold hands everyone, and make sure not to let go until we find eunhee."

namjoon held onto jin's shaky hand, as jin clung his arms onto jungkook's muscular arm. on the other hand, jungkook and taehyung held each other's hands, and jimin was stuck with carrying hoseok on his back, as he held taehyung's other hand. the boys were relived yoongi wasn't there to experience the situation, or else one of them would've gotten murdered by him before the killer even could.

namjoon took the first steps down. he could tell that the stairs weren't the sturdiest, as they were made out of old wooden planks. dust filled the air, and jin was trying his hardest to hold his sneezes in—namjoon covered his mouth to assure it wouldn't happen.

as they made their way to the bottom of the stairs, a small blurry figure appeared beneath their feet, "oh my god, we're gonna die!" hoseok was already screaming and wiggling himself out of jimin's grip.

he later calmed down after he realized it was just a mice.

jungkook laughed at his frightened hyung, "hoseok-hyung seems like the type of character to die first in a horror movie."

"hyung, can you please shut up.." just as namjoon said that, all their eyes diverted to the pitch black hallway behind them, "–you're attracting the killer!"

the sound of footsteps rapidly tapping across the concrete floor and the sound drawing closer gave the boy's adrenaline and panic to run in separate directions in the basement. in the end, they all ended up getting separated like what was suggested in the beginning.

there were two other hallways that were opposite from each other, since they knew the footsteps came from the middle, they realized going ahead was a bad idea. namjoon and seokjin ended up going to the hallways on their left, while the other four went the opposite way—jin had let go of jungkook's arm after being frightened by the sound.

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  yoongi was being dragged under a sketchy looking building, and into a dark and horror-looking basement. sungyeol took the bait, he couldn't believe that such a dumb boy was stupid enough to mistaken a lousy adult male for a teenage school girl. at this point, yoongi was trying his best to act like he was weak and tired to get out of his grip, and just let him take him to where he kept his sister.

before he knew it, he was being thrown into a poorly lit room. he stubbled and fell onto the concrete floor, where he saw fresh blood stains on it.

"brother.. i've brought you another doll." he said, as he took a wrench and brought it near yoongi's face.

this time, yoongi was beginning to become scared—but it was no act this time. sungyeol smiled widely with his large eyes as he raised his hands above sungyeol, holding the wrench and prepared to ruin yoongi's face. just as he was about to bring it down with all his might, a high-pitched scream was heard not far from their location.

this caught sungyeol off guard, and made him run out of the room, leaving yoongi terrified on the floor.

"i'll take care of them, brother."

he couldn't see much, so he tried to find the light switch. as he used the walls as a guide, he realized that sungyeol's brother was in the room and he heard the sobbing and murmurs of feminine voices. he didn't care whether he could have to turn to a fight, he risked finding the light switch and turning it on to reveal the outrageous and creepy scenery before him.

surprisingly, sungyeol's brother was nowhere to be found in the pastel-doll house room.

instead, he saw three badly bruised woman inside jail-looking cells, his sister patched in bruises lying unconscious down on the floor in another cell. he gasped and ran over to her cell, trying to unlock the door.

"eun! hey, babygirl, i need you to wake up for me and your brothers okay?" he was banging his hands on the steel bars that separated him from hugging his only sister, "your princes have arrived, so you gotta wake up for us, princess."

"i'm sorry, we're a little late."

eunhee didn't budge, which worried yoongi more. he saw her sister, but it didn't really look like his sister anymore either. he noticed that her figure looked slimmer, she lots the cute baby fats on her cheeks, and her hair had grown tremendously. what creeped him out even more was that she was well dressed, in some poofy gown an actual princess would wear.

he looked around the room looking for something to destroy or just damage the lock on the door, since he knew sungyeol wasn't dumb enough to leave the keys lying around—it was obviously with him.

he managed to find a hammer lying under a trolley and started denting the lock to his sister's cell. it wasn't long enough when it broke, and he was free to release his sister from the terror house. he ran over to her, still dressed up like yoonji, and lightly slapped her face to regain her conscious.

of course, he noticed that the three girls were still in the room, so he gently sat eunhee on the wall to rest, before going out to release the three other girls as well.

"we'll all talk about this later, okay?" he reassured the girls with his manly voice, which confused the hell out of the traumatized women, "me and my brothers are here to free you, the cops will be here soon."

"now, i just need your help. my sister won't wake up, i don't know if he drugged her or she's just really tired—because i can relate too." the three women looked at yoongi, still confused whether yoongi was a man, a woman, or a transgender.

either way, they were reluctant to help him out, while being aware of their situation, so they had to stay quite and move at a fast paste.

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ᴍᴇᴀɴᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀɴɢᴛᴀɴ sᴏʏᴇᴏɴᴅᴜᴍʙ ..

hoseok would not stop screaming every second of them running around the basement. the four of them had absolutely no idea where they were going. they were just following the structure of the hallway and the walls with the help of their phones' flashlights. they didn't think twice to stop since they heard the trail of footsteps behind them.

it was not until jungkook had dragged them into a nearby room and closed the door with a convenient wooden plank for their safe keeping.

"hyung," he breathed heavily and glanced at the half dead looking boy, "you gotta stop doing that."

jimin and taehyung observed the room carefully, examining and scavenging for anything they could use to defend theirselves with.

"we really should've came up with a plan before we dashed down here." jimin commented in a hush tone. he picked up a metallic ruler that he randomly found inside a box.

hoseok raised his eye brows at jimin, "what the hell is that for?"

"are you gonna measure him or something? oh yeah, we should get those information for the police and rush our lives!" he said out loud sarcastically.

jungkook hastily covered his hyung's mouth, as he knew they had just revealed their location to the predator who was chasing them down.

'he's outside the door, he's nearby.' he thought to himself.

jungkook held onto hoseok's mouth, and gave a look at the other two to stay close to the door while staying quiet.

out of nowhere, a loud and long tooting sound was heard from inside the room.

"who the fu–"

"sorry!" taehyung gave them an apologetic and cheesy smile, "i ate a lot of cheese strings earlier in the van."

soon, loud banging was heard from the other side of the door.

"open the door!" a masculine voice threatened them from the inside, but taehyung has enough of the disrespect they were earning.

"no! where are you manners?" taehyung retorted, pitting his head against the door awaiting the killer's reply.

there was a pause before he heard a sigh, ".. please?"

taehyung unlocked the door and removed the wooden plank, to reveal a man wearing a white masquerade mask.

he gave the killer a warm body smile, "see? how easy was that."

before the killer could approach them with his knife, jungkook dashed in front of him. at that moment, jimin really thought his youngest brother was about to get stabbed like in the recent kdramas he has been watching, so he jumped in and tried blocking his dongsaeng. as clumsy as he is, he ended up jumping too far and going across him before the killer could get to him.

luckliy, jungkook kicked the man's soul out of his weak body after he was just close enough to do it,

"i know taekwondo, bitch!" he screeched, feeling victorious.

hoseok coughed, warning jungkook to watch his language—he was still the baby of the family after all.

"sorry!" he smiled, and kneeled down to take the knife out of the unconscious masked man, "now let's get sungyeol arrested for what he's done."

he lifted the white mask off of the male, expecting to see sungyeol's busted up face. but we was shocked to see someone else.

"jungkook who is it?" jimin asked.

he did not answer.

"oh my god, is that–"

taehyung and hoseok were beyond confused with the identity of the masked man and his motives against their sister.

"–sehun?"

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namjoon and jin were not having the best moment to experience in their lives. they were hiding inside a small room filled with scary and naked mannequins on stands. to worsen their luck, there were a few windows that made hide and seek a lot harder for them. they began to panic when they both took in that the other four were not with them.

the sound of an old phone ringing was audible from the spot they were hiding in. this caused them to jump a little, and namjoon almost knocked over a mannequin. at this point, jin couldn't care less if the killer knew they were in the room since he was sure it was already obvious they'd hide there.

he went up to the telephone and picked it up, "..
hello?"

a fuzzy muffle was heard from the other side of the phone,

"i see you.."

jin quickly turned his back and scanned the room to look for the killer, before looking out the windows. yet, no one was there.

jin paused before smirking, "well, do i look good?"

the line ended, assuming the killer was done hearing jin's annoying replies. unexpectedly, the door to the room collapsed, and a hooded figure wearing a white masquerade mask barged in.

namjoon was quick to run in front of jin to protect his eldest hyung. he was not much of a fighter, since he was more of flight than fight, so he wasn't sure what he was capable of. jin on the other hand, was videotaping namjoon and the killer having a fight.

"so like..–what kind of weird ass fetish do you have?"

the killer didn't answer and punched namjoon in the face, getting namjoon pissed.

at first, namjoon was just aimlessly throwing punches while looking away which was interesting for jin to watch. but then the killer got a hold of namjoon's throat and started choking him, so he quickly stopped and put his phone away to help his brother out.

jin started slapping the man in the face, making him let go of namjoon, which allowed him to breathe. originally, namjoon planned to just punch him, but as he ran his way towards the man, his title being god of destruction came to play and he ended up tripped on his laces and falling on the poor man.

fortunately, the landing took a huge blow of the man, as namjoon's weight defeated him. unfortunately, namjoon fell on top of the masked man and his lips ended up falling on top of the man's mask face.

"namjoon what the hell are you doing to him!" seokjin yelled in horror.

he turned around to face him, "it was an accident, i swear!"

the police that namjoon called for before they got out of the van soon came to their aid and evacuated all the victims and suspects that were caught. the brothers agreed upon not speaking about the case until eunhee was brought home and fully recovered, since that was all that mattered to them for now.

they all made it outside of the parlor and separated ways. jin and the maknae line decided to take the white van and drive home to reassure their parents about their sister, while namjoon, hoseok and yoongi took care of eunhee at the hospital on an ambulance.

they were saddened at the image of their sister lying down unconscious and bruised on a stretcher. the thoughts about what she had gone through the past week without her family, and the future that she thought she lost. they knew it was not going to be an easy recovery for her.

yoongi ran his hand through eunhee's black hair with a sad smile and glassy eyes,

"let's get you home, princess."

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princess eunhee is finally saved :)

(sighs) i've been spoiling you guys too much with everyday updates since i pre-wrote these chapters, but now i have to stop posting because i haven't written the next chapter or the one after that yet ! so you guys are gonna have to wait a while ^^; maybe until monday?

now for some more questions / polls i'd like you guys to answer (since your opinions make a difference in my books) ☆彡 :

[1] who do you think was under the second mask? and why would sehun do such a thing?

namjoon was silly enough to forget to check!

[2] who would you like to see eunhee paired with? (you can name any male idol! just not bts)

[3] during what era did you stan bts?

i personally found out abt them during war of hormone era but i was only like in gr6 or 7 + didn't watch the whole mv ; u ; so i stanned them during dope era :) in gr8

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