Hoseok could not imagine that a night of caretaking could turn to such an extreme.

P.S. This is a scene of my Hopekook book, old but still working to complete it. Enjoy, I will soon post the entire book separately *winks*

Hobi's POV:

I fluttered my eyes open, looking around the room as my hand was hanging loosely without support towards the bed. Something was missing.

"Jungkook?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, hoping he didn't get any idea to run away like last time. I swear my heart is not going to survive another panic attack.

*Start of flashback*

"Jungkook! Come back here! Don't you dare leave while Namjoon-ah is talking to you!"

He was ignoring my calls, as I rushed to follow him towards the hallway. He was going to run away. I needed to stop him. Now.

"JUNGKOOK!" He slammed the door, starting to run on the dark alley and taking sharp turns around the buildings. I was trying to keep up the pace, cornering him and trying to stop all his escape routes. Until he took a turn and disappeared too fast from my eyes. It was a crossway of 4 small alleys, the dim lights not allowing me to use my sight at full capacity. I was sobbing and panting, calling his name restlessly. "Kook-ah! Please, come back. He didn't mean it!" My heart skipped a beat as I heard a loud scream coming from one of the alleys. I ran as fast as possible, only to find him on the ground, two strangers chuckling and the third yanking him up by the hair as he was kicking his stomach. I sent my location on the group, and ran between them, punching one of the men from behind and pushing the other away from the maknae. The third, who was holding onto his hair, let go and took something shiny out of his pocket.

Fuck it. Fuck.

I dodged his moves, keeping myself as close as possible to Jungkook. The other men were getting up and dashing towards me. I was moving frantically, sweat dripping from my forehead as the adrenaline was ragging my breath. In a snap of fingers, one of the men grabbed onto my clothes and pulled me on the ground with a thud. "Hyung! NO! Let go of me!" He cried out, and time was going in slow motion as I heard the constant hits, he was landing on him."Stop! Keep away from him! Sto-" The man holding me slapped my face hard, sending my head hardly against the cold stone, as he proceeded to kick my side.

The others arrived just in time and saved us, twisting the men into unconsciousness and placing a sign on the police's site.

But the damage...

*End of flashback*

I got up, not even bothering to put on my slippers. My breathing was quick, my pulse over the top as I was shouting his name around the house. Knocking on the bathroom door, I could hear a grunt from inside. I sighed in relief. Then it struck me...

What was he doing?

Was he sick?

Was he crying?

"Hey, Jungkook-ah? Are you okay?" No answer. I knocked again, trying to push the handle. Locked. "Are you sick? Please answer me." No answer again, and silence fell for a moment on the outside as my head was rumbling over any possible way to convince him to talk. I bit my bottom lip in hesitation before pushing the handle, opening the door slowly. My eyes widened as I saw him curled in the corner, resting his arms on his knees, head buried in the gap between them. I rushed to his side, lowering myself to his level and placing my hand on his back. "What's wrong?" I asked, trying to smooth his tense muscles. "Kook-ah, talk to me." I lifted his chin, moving it firmly so he would look at me.

"H-hyung... I had a nightmare. It was... so- so real." I could notice a tear sliding down on his cheek, as he sobbed and sank into my chest, gripping my hand. "I- dreamed... that they took me away from you. I don't want them to take me. Please, Hyung."

He started crying and clinged to me tightly, burring his head into the crook of my neck. His whimpers and powerful sobs make my heart arche, as I hugged him close, pulling him on me as I leaned against the wall.

"Who was it? Who wanted to take you, hm?" I brushed some of the hair from his forehead, wiping his tears with my thumb as much as I could when he lifted his head to look at me.

He paused, swallowing and sniffing his nose before speaking. "T-these people from that night?... You remember that night? Hyung... y-you were there too... this time, in my dream you couldn't- " he flinched and let out the last words in a crying, pained voice. "-you... w-were too late."

"Oh Kookie... It's okay. I'm here, nobody is going to touch you, okay? Hmm... God..." I wrapped my arms around him protectively, kissing his head constantly, as I was rubbing his skin with my hand. His sobbing turned into small whimpers, as he snuggled closer to me, curling his legs between mine.

"Shh, now now, it's alright. Look at me, bun." He leaned closer as I aligned our lips, pulling him into a deep kiss, pecking his bottom lip and letting my tongue lick him softly. By the moment we pulled apart, he had stopped crying, blinking at me lazily and faintly moaning. He licked his lips and put his head back down my chest, his breathing returning to normal.

2 hours later, 12:30 in the afternoon

"Hyunggggg~ look how cute!" Jungkook was running around, excitedly, as he saw himself in a middle of a cute section of the store. I busied myself checking the clothes, huffing and puffing to myself as I was judging them in my head. I grabbed some jeans, and a long-sleeved shirt, following the younger as he was pickily choosing his own clothes. Our styles were totally different, yet that didn't stop him from saying the words that melted my heart.

"Hey! Look uuu~ Should we buy matching hoodies? I will be the blue and you can be the pink? Hyung? What do you think? Hm, hm, hm?" He was hopping on his heels, blinking quickly at me with a puppy face. "Pleaseeeee~"

"Gah, of course we can." I shook my head, chuckling at his cute way of getting what he wants.

How am I going to immunize myself against it...

Ahh... this kid...

After trying on all clothes and paying, we headed home and slid on our hoodies. They were totally suiting it as we took tons of mirror pictures and... other photos that were going to remain only for our eyes. Slowly, I could see Jungkook get tired as the night was coming closer.

I was in the kitchen, cooking dinner while I heard a yell from the living. Rushing to him, my eyes darted from him to the TV screen and back to him.

"Again horror movies? You don't learn your lesson, do you?" I clicked my tongue and left the room, shaking my head. "Tsk... Jungkook, you idiot."

He was buried in the blanket when I brought the dinner plates. I handed him one, uncurling his legs and giving him a stare.

Taking the plate and starting to take small bites, he looked at me with wide eyes. "Hyung, but these movies are thrilling." He paused the movie to show me the rating. "Look. You see? It's one of the best movies, there's no way I would miss out." He resumed the movie and leaned onto me.

"Jungkook-ah, I swear if you start clinging to me that you can't sleep and you want to play again all night, I will show you a thrilling drama." I gave him a serious stare and rolled my eyes, seeing him already captivated by the screen.

He soon fell asleep, breathing hot air against my belly and slightly gripping his hands on my shirt. I closed the TV, letting the room in complete silence, only the dim lights from the kitchen illuminating some parts of the room. I grabbed my phone to check the time, and I sighed seeing the late hour.

Midnight...

Something caught my eye as I turned around to put the phone down. I flinched, eyes darting through the glass door. It was dark and my mind might have been playing tricks on me after that movie. But as soon as I wanted to turn my back to the door, I saw another shadow moving. Something was there.

There's something there. Shit. What now.

I shook Jungkook awake and dragged him by the hand, keeping him close to me as we ran to the kitchen. He was still rubbing his eyes, whimpering from the sudden brightness.

"H-hyung... what's going on? Why are you-" He paused, starring with wide eyes at the knife in my hands. "Hobi Hyung, what's happening?"

I held his hand tight in mine, as I perked all my senses to the max. "There's someone outside, Jungkook. More than one. Just stay with me and don't go near the windows and doors." My eyes were staring at him, but they were darting and catching all the movements and shadows creeping outside.

"You're scaring me, just give me something too." He said, trying to rummage through the shelves for a weapon as I heard a click from the back door. They surely picked the lock.

Run. Run now.

My mind was screaming at me to go and hide. I grabbed Jungkook by the shirt and rushed upstairs, going in the bedroom and closing the door behind us, quickly but carefully not to make a sound. I searched my pocket, desperately searching for my phone. I mentally slapped myself knowing I might have forgotten it downstairs on the couch. My breath was shaky and all I could think was to protect the younger.

He was looking around, fidgeting his own knife into his hands, and nervous. Almost as if we wanted to ask me something, yet not daring to make a sound. Soon enough, we heard steps coming upstairs. I made him a sign to keep quiet, placing a kiss on his forehead as I pushed him behind me. The steps were coming closer, until a pair of shoes could be seen standing right before the door, the light of the door showing it perfectly. We both held our breaths and shared a glance as the steps went further on the hallway. The air was tense. Something wasn't right.

A second after, the man returned, and he was standing right in the middle of the doorway. I could hear scratching, like a pen on paper. I thought my mind was going crazy until a small piece of paper slid from behind the door and into the room. Jungkook gulped silently, as I hesitantly reached my hand to grab it. A shiver ran through my body. I didn't even have time to read, when the silence got broken by taps on the door. Constant, firm taps, getting quicker... impatient.

I just hoped our boys would arrive in time. But it was done for. Another click, similar to the first. I pushed Jungkook behind the bed, as I got up and dashed toward the door, not giving him any chance to attack. At least that's what I thought... The door opened, but it was nobody there... It was slowly opening more and more, revealing the empty doorway. Another shiver ran through my body.

Silence...

What was going on...

Nothing was connecting in my head. Where was he? Who wrote the letter? Then it hit me. The letter. What did it say? I shivered, searching for the piece of paper blindly, tapping my hand around, yet my eyes not leaving the door. As soon as I found it, I brought it quickly to my eyes and caught a glimpse of red. A deep, crimson red. 'He's pretty, give him up.' As soon as I read it, my head immediately turned to Jungkook, who was peeking at me from behind the bed. Cold shivers were running through my body as I heard steps coming from the doorway. I dark figure standing in the doorway, with a big grin on its face. There was something shiny in its hand, but it didn't stop me from getting in a fighting position as I locked my eyes on its face.

"Give me the boy, and I let you live." The harsh voice made me flinch, but I strengthened, and I tried to get a better look at his features. He was muscular, surely taller than me and holding a gun firmly into his. He took a step closer, and I raised my knife at him.

"I said. Give. Me. The. Boy."

"Never." I firmly answered and dashed to him when he wanted to step closer towards the bed. I tensed my muscles and, as I heard him chuckle, I lifted my hand and tried to cover the path, protecting the side of the room where Jungkook was hiding.

He lifted his hand and clicked the safety off. "Stupid boy." Pointing the gun right at my chest, I crouched and charged at him, tackling him on the floor and trying to land some hits on him. He was way stronger than me, that was for sure. He slammed his fist against my cheek, making me wince as he took advantage of it to grab my wrist firmly.

His fingers were sinking into my skin, and he rolled, switching our positions. He lifted his hand, wanting to land a hit on me, and I closed my eyes bracing for it. But it never came. Instead, I could hear him scream. I opened my eyes, seeing that he was held by the neck, Jungkook trying to stab his neck with the knife as he was dodging his struggles. I shook my head and tried to get up as I felt myself being pulled back by the waist, a hand pressing a white piece of cloth against my mouth and nose. I tried to hold my breath, but the second man started choking my neck, forcing me to gasp for air. Black spots were blurring my vision making it harder and harder for me to stay awake. The last thing I could hear was Jungkook's painful whimper when the man elbowed his stomach and slammed him on the floor. I could no longer keep my eyes open, my senses leaving me as I let darkness overcome me.

Jungkook's POV:

I whimpered, squirming into the man's grip and trying to keep my eyes on Hobi. My eyes widened seeing him lying limp, strong arms wrapped around his neck and blood clearly staining his shirt.

"LET ME GO!! WHAT DID YOU DO HIM?!"I yelled, kicking my legs against the man who was pinning me down.

"Ah, stop screaming already." He snapped, grabbing my chin with one hand and forcing my mouth open. I took the moment to bite him. He slapped my cheek with force, huffing as he saw blood flowing from my lip."What-" A shiver ran through my body as he took out his weapon, starting to lift it in the air. "No. Let go!" I tried pulling away, his hands and thighs holding me in place. He looked at me and stopped his hand. He leaned onto me and whispered. "I got you, now sleep..." And I flinched, everything happening into a blink of an eye. He lifted himself back up and hit my head hardly, making me hiss in pain, closing my eyes shut. He got up from me, kicking my side and making me gasp. He rolled me on my stomach, tying my hands behind my back. A pair of unknown hands shoved something onto my mouth, as my eyes grew heavier and heavier from the substance until I drifted into complete darkness.