It's near noon when the blond beauty awakes, disoriented and nasal columns tingling with the sweet smell of chloroform.

The inhale of the dense liquid is almost enough to plummet the boy into the state of mindless black once again, yet the quantity is insanely little and only triggers the lazy blink of his eyes and struggle to comprehend his surroundings.

Taehyung realises he's in a bed. A rather soft and comfortable one at that, ironed linen tucked carefully under his chin, enveloping his thin frame in a smothered warmth.

He almost thinks that he's simply laying on his partner's bed, tired and groggy until he realises that he cannot smell the familiar scent of black vanilla and pear, dribbled with speck of honeyed musk.

Darting upright, the confused boy blinks rapidly, pleading for his vision to disperse from the blurred colours and smudged furniture. It takes a few seconds however, the blond squeezing his eyes almost comically before opening them wide.

This is not his and Jeongguk's room.

For where are the black, leather plants that the blond secretly loves on the other's muscled things, strewn over the cream carpet? Or the much too large number of stuffies Jeongguk had won for him in their date just last week, that usually resides in the plush chair poisoned in the corner of the room?

He can feel his palms clam over his thighs, breathing suddenly fastening as he allows his eyes to rake over the exterior of the room.

Those overly polished, leather shoes were certainly not Jeongguk's. Nor was the sleek iPhone that lays on the black bed side table.

Taehyung flings the cover of his legs, flinching lightly at the sensation of iced nails clawing his exposed things as he darts to the door.

It's almost cliché that when he reaches for the doorknob, the door suddenly flings open, a startled gasp of both shock and surprise falling from his parted lips.

"Well hello there baby boy."

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"It's been a day!"the dark haired male fumes, his fist meeting the wall beside him in a sickening crunch, "What the fuck is taking so long!"

The young boys to his left quiver in their seats, fingers tapping rapidly over the keyboards as they search, charged with the fear of the life being ripped away from them before their own eyes.

"I-I'm sorry s-sir!"they squeak in unison, eyes flickering from the screen to their turbulent boss.

Jeongguk scoffs, opening his mouth to add further oil to the blazing fire, raising his fist to swing roughly at the nearest IT to him. Fortunately, the mint haired male is quick to save the younger male's face from the abuse of strong knuckles moulding into his flesh, palm enclosed around the other's fist.

"Yah!"he snaps, shoving the male away from the terrified technicians, "Calm down!"

The young leader growls lowly, a warning for the other to remove his hand from him immediately. The message is clearly taken, Yoongi dropping his arms and instead grasping his shoulder to press his body back.

His lips ghost over the younger's lips as he hisses. tone warning and dangerous regardless of his degraded position, "Relax."

Narrowing his eyes, Jeongguk clenches his fist ready to throw another blow at the barrier between him and those useless ITs, regardless of the victim-to-be, being his friend.

The mint haired male, pre-aware to the swing, spits out a rather sensitive sentence, the words acting as his last resort to simmer the younger's anger.

"What would Taehyung think?"

The mention of the blond's name is enough for Jeongguk to halt, fist raised in mid air, simply inches from his friend's pale cheek.

He imagines those big, caramel eyes that look up at him in watery disappointment, baby blue sweater paws pressed to his full cheeks as he his lower lip trembles. Scowling, his fingers untangle from the protective casing of a fist, glaring hotly at the shorter male.

His words are forced out, so quiet that only the two of them could hear, "Don't you dare use Tae to manipulate me."

With a rather terrifying glare that even manages to send a flight of shivers down the mint haired male's spine, the younger turns his back, retreating to the corner of the room.

There's a pregnant pause, realisation of the blond beauty's importance to their leader dawning on the clueless technicians as they straighten up, expression portraying nothing but complete and utter fear.

"Well,"Yoongi says, clearing his throat and appearing rather uncomfortable, "since we have no technology means to trace down Taehyung's location...- he catches the younger's burning glare, slipping on his words - ..I-I mean that at the current time there's been little results, n-not that it means we won't find anything however!"

He side glances the dark haired male, inwardly sighing in relief at the familiar poker face he views.

"We need a list of suspects."

It's Hoseok who speaks, peach hair splayed messily over his forehead as he rises, eyes fixed on the spread map splayed over a table.

Jin nods, stepping forward to rest his palms on the table as he furrows his eyebrows, "Yeah, that's a good place to start."

"BloodMoon seems dodgy to me."Namjoon points out, dark eyes raking the map, "The timing seems pretty suspicious considering that most of Bangtan weren't in the area when he was kidnapped."

The silver haired male opposite him, nods grimly, fingers writhing anxiously in his lap.

"D-Do you think he's safe?"he murmurs feebly, eyes glassy as he tilts his chin to look up at his boyfriend in pleading desperation, "P-Please let him be o-okay."

Yoongi feel his heart break softly at the distraught expression upon his lover's face, features softening as he crouched down to meet Jimin's eyes, hands extending to intertwine their fingers together.

"Of course baby."he says, pressing a gentle kiss to the younger's knuckles, "We'll find him."

It's a rather poor lie, the males in room knowing that the blond boy was probably far from well, yet none comment.

Jimin sniffles, tone absolutely heartbreaking as he speaks, "P-Promise?"

The boy usually is rather controlled and mature when these occurrences happen, emotions at bay and mind clear. But when the situation included someone he cared for dearly, he simply could not concentrate. He was a mess of sniffles and quiet pleas, mind buzzing with gruesome possibilities.

"Promise."Yoongi murmurs, raising to kiss the other's lips as a sign of locking the deal.

"I don't think it's BloodMoon."Hoseok says slowly, words hesitant as if he were doubtful of his own opinion, "They've been on our tails for a long time, it's really no surprise that they decided to attack. I mean yeah, the timing is pretty messed up but I think it's someone else."

Namjoon nods, teeth pressed against his bottom lip, "True, but they had to have some information on when and where BloodMoon were going to attack to slip into the house without notice."

There's a loud commotion as the dark haired male rises to his feet, expression stormy and furious as his lips thin into a strained frown, "In conclusion, we're against two groups who've got actual brains."

He sends a nasty glare towards the technicians at the end of his sentence, lips pulled down in a scowl. Beside him, Yoongi rolls his eyes in exasperation however one does not miss the hint of amusement flickering upon his face at the other's scorn.

Jeongguk views the room with calculating eyes, features unreadable and lean arms folded tightly against his chest.

"I want the locations of Kim Taehyung found by the end of tomorrow."he snarls lowly, voice lingering on the edge of warning and compressed anger.

"If not,"he continues, boring his eyes into every male present in the room until he leaves them in a shivering puddle of terrified limbs, "I'll make sure each and everyone one of you would regret that you were born."

Not one person doubts him.

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Apology for the short chapter >.<