You fell back on the soft sheets, sinking into the plush mattress. Tears stung your eyes from the idea that you might not see your family again for a long time, and the fear of a drug-induced loss of memory gripping tight at your senses. You curled into the black sheets and cried, tears dripping from your face and staining the pillow. Soft sobs came out of your mouth, lungs contracting as you gasped for air. 

Yoongi stood outside of the door, wondering why he couldn't walk away. He heard your light cries and an unfamiliar feeling clawed at his insides. He shook his head, snapping himself out of his reverie. He had just met you for christ's sake, if he wasn't able to love her, then how could he love you.

He left your door, making his way down into his wing of the house, past the kitchen and the second floor's two dining rooms. His office door was closed, the shiny black paint of the walls inside in great contrast to the dark red cushions on the couch, and the curtains that were almost the exact color of fresh blood. He plopped onto the couch, tucking a throw pillow under his head and closing his eyes. He decided that a small nap wouldn't hurt.

You however, couldn't just sleep your problems away. You felt like Dorothy, from the Wizard of Oz, swept up in a situation that ripped her from her home. You just wished you had her ruby slippers, maybe you'd be able to get out.

Hoseok had decided to see the girl from earlier, make sure Yoongi hadn't scared her too much. He made his way to the room that he was instructed to, "Dump her in", and unlocked the door, stepping inside.

You were halfway out the window when the lock started to turn, door flying open a second later. The bedsheets were strewn across the room as you had tied them together, creating a makeshift rope for you to hoist yourself out of the room with. Your comically large eyes locked with those of the taller man from earlier, and your gasp was audible as you tried to slide down the sheets further.

Hoseok ran to the anchor you had used, the leg of the bed supporting your weight as the sheets were tied to it. He took the end of the sheets, tugging them upwards with enough strength to hoist you back up into the room. He pulled you all the way to him, grasping your wrist in his as you wriggled around.

"Let me go! Why is everyone here hellbent on breaking my wrist?" You screeched, twisting your arm around and trying to tug it out of his grip. But he held it tighter, nearly breaking it in half.

"Just calm down and I'll let you go!"

You stopped at that, "Home?"

He snorted, "No, not home. But I will let go of your wrist."

You relented, slumping against the foot board of the bed. He let go of your wrist, backing up to the window while keeping his eyes on you. He felt around blindly behind him, shutting the large panes and sitting in between you and the still-unlocked door. 

You shifted uncomfortably under his stern gaze, feeling like a kid caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. Except he wasn't a loving parent, he was probably a murderer, and you weren't stealing cookies, you were saving your life. 

His feet were clad in ripped Vans, black slip-ons. You chose to stare at them instead of his face, not liking his constant surveillance of you.

"I'm sorry we had to take you."

"You didn't have to. You could have just threatened me, I wouldn't have told if I knew what you guys were doing. I don't want any part of this and now I'm stuck here until you guys drug me senseless. Not my ideal way of living." You shot back, glaring at the man. He seemed guilty, squirming under your hateful gaze.

"I'm Jung Hoseok. I don't know what Yoongi told you, but you won't be completely alone here. I can come and visit you whenever you want, keep you company. Yoongi has a really tough exterior, but once you get past that he's really a good guy. I just don't think he'll give you a chance to break through. But like I said, I'll keep you company if you ever get lonely."

"I don't want your company. You kidnapped me and knocked me out and now I'm stuck here. If I have to stay in this house, can I at least be allowed out of my room?"

"No," His reply was immediate, tone harsh and scary, "I was given strict instructions to keep you locked in here."

"By the apparent softie that you're talking up? You kidnap me, lock me in a room, leave me there to wake up alone from the probably concussion that you gave me, and you won't even let me around the house?" You saw his resolve break, noticed how emotional of a person he seemed to be and forced tears into your eyes once more. "Please? I just want to go home." You lowered your head to your chest, tears falling into your lap. 

You heard him sigh from in front of you and you looked up when he cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry. I really am. But you have to stay here."

"If you were sorry you'd at least let me leave the room."

Your tone was biting and Hoseok's only response was silence. After a few moments of it, you sighed.

"Fine. Don't come back in, I don't want your fake pity."

"I'll let you out at night." The whisper was almost inaudible, almost as if he was afraid of what he was doing.

"I'll come to your door at midnight tonight, let you out, and walk you around. But you try to escape once, and I'm telling Yoongi to lock you in the basement, I'll make sure he chains you to the damn wall. I could get killed for this."

"He'd kill you?"

"I want to say no, but I think that'd be underestimating his hatred of betrayal." He rose, trudging back to the door.

"Hoseok?"

He stopped in his tracks, turning his head slightly to peer at you.

"Thank you." He nodded, movement almost imperceptible before he walked out, locking the door behind him.