"What makes you think I will come willingly?"

"This will," Jungkook replies and slides a gun out of his pocket, causing Namjoon's eyes to go wide.

"Are you gonna co-operate or not? If not, I could just drive a bullet into your limbs and make you co-operate," says Jungkook.

"Fine. I'll co-operate."

"Good," Taehyung cheers.

Taehyung works on binding Namjoon's hands behind his back. Once done, he grabs the taller by his collar and shoves him towards their car.

"Sit and don't you dare try any stunts."

"I won't," Namjoon promises.

Taehyung slides behind the wheel while Jungkook slides into the passenger seat. Taehyung twists the key in ignition.

The engine roars to life, splutters, and dies.

Namjoon blinks.

Taehyung tries again. The engine roars to life, splutters and dies.

"Oh come on," Taehyung cries, smacking his head on the steering wheel.

"Exactly why I told you we should have taken Hobi hyung's car! Jin's car is as ancient as him!" Jungkook cries.

"Yah, stop taking names in front of him! And second, this was the only option left in the garage. It was either this antique piece or the freaking rusty cycle that you used as a teenager."

Jungkook's eyes lit up and he twisted around to face Namjoon, "say, do you happen to have a car we could use?"

Namjoon's jaw dropped.

"Don't worry, Tae's a good driver."

"Stop taking my damn name!"

"Ugh, sorry."

Then Jungkook turns to Namjoon.

"Your car?"

"It's in the garage."

"And your keys?"

"In the house. On the stand in the entry way."

To be continued . . .