Requested by Bxngtan_hobii

TW: Blood, Torture, Vomit

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Hobi had stayed late at the company. He was the member to always stay behind and practice choreography a bit longer than the others, he felt it was his duty as the dance leader to produce nothing less than perfection.

After a few more hours of hard work it was finally time to call it a night and head home to the others. He had already told them he'd walk home, not minding the solitude. Sometimes he enjoyed walking alone at night. It was peaceful, with most of the days noise having come to a halt. It wasn't a far walk and it's one he'd taken plenty of times alone. He knew the streets like the back of his hand. He couldn't help but giggle to himself as he thought about one of his new songs that'd come out, titled 'On the Street'. It was fitting for him.

He never imagined what would happen next.

His vision went black before he could even react, someone had come up from behind and covered his eyes with a black cloth. His mouth was being covered by a strong hand. He then felt something stabbing into this side. "Scream, and I'll have him shove this straight through you," a voice said. He could tell there were two people there. He felt his body tremble fiercely, his muscles tensing up under the grip of hands that had him. He tried reflexively pulling away, and the sharp pain in his side intensified as he felt the blade dig deeper. He let out a whimper of pain. You said don't scream, not 'don't try running for my damn life'!

The struggle was over quickly as he felt something then poke into his neck. No no no. Help. Someone help me. He didn't have much time to beg for help in his head because he quickly fell unconscious.

He woke up freezing. He felt cold metal digging into his wrists. There was an odd sensation of floating. He kicked his feet, realizing he was dangling in the air. His wrists tied above his head, his body hanging there, defenseless. His head fell backwards, as the drug that was injected into him hadn't fully worn off yet. He was dizzy and disoriented.

"Rise and shine!" A voice yelled, there was an oddly happy tone to it.

Electricity suddenly shot through Hobi's stomach.

"Ahh! Mfff!!!" He screamed. Something had dug into his side and sent shocks that made his entire body pulse. His legs kicked and squirmed. "Ahh..." he groaned again. He couldn't find words as he gasped for breath. What the hell?! Once he was able to properly open his eyes he saw two men standing there, one holding a taser. His shirt had been taken off, assumedly so the taser would hurt against his bare skin.

"Wha...what..are you....doing..?" It was hard for him to catch his breath. "L..let me go!" he screamed. He mustered all of his strength to try and kick around until the chains holding him up broke, but they wouldn't budge. They were strong and they weren't going anywhere.

Tears stung the rappers eyes. He couldn't comprehend what happened. He was just walking home and now he was hung up and being electrocuted in some old run down freezing, dark, concrete basement. His mind was swirling with questions. How long has it been? Where are the others? Do they know? Are they hurt?

"Ahh!" He screamed as another painful pulse shot through his side. "S..stop!" he cried. "Stop it you bastard!" He tried gaining control of his legs again in order to kick the man holding the taser, but the man backed away.

"Cute," the man snarled.

Hobi spit at him. "What the hell do you want?! Huh?! Let me go!"

"Oh, you're so naive. Isn't it obvious? We want you, Hobi!" The man without the taser walked up to him and started running his hands along the rappers sides. Stroking his body.

"Get away from me!" Hobi screamed. He spit again. It seemed to be the slightest defense he had, although it didn't do any good. He was tased, twice.

"STOP!" he shrieked. He started bawling his eyes out. "Stop hurting me with that fucking thing. Please!"

The men started talking about why they took him. They walked in circles around him as they discussed how they'd been keeping a close eye on the band, on him. How they both were in awe of him. How they were starstruck, obsessed. How they'd been planning to take him and get him away from his members for months.

How they planned to keep him.

"K-keep me?! You can't keep me! That's kidnapping! This..this is kidnapping!" Hobi screamed. His tears were mixing together with his sweat and making his body itch as they slid all the way down him. Not being able to scratch was it's own separate type of agony.

"No no no, you're staying here." The man without the taser walked away and then came back with a giant whip. Now the tear flooded boy looked to see not one, but two weapons being held towards him. He gulped as he felt another flow of terror reign through him.

"Don't hurt me. Please...please stop hurting me. I just want to go home." His voice cracked as his heart broke more. "I just want to go..home.."

"Shut the hell up! You are never going home!" The whip came crashing down on his back and Hobi shrieked in a way he didn't even know his vocal chords were capable of. He immediately felt blood trickling down his back. The whip kept landing on him. Over and over again.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Ahh! Please!" he screamed. He knew he sounded like a broken record. No amount of begging or pleading was going to make this man stop slashing into his skin with those leather straps, causing his skin to break apart. "Why?" he cried. "Why are you doing this to me?" His voice was low and his words were practically incoherent through his sobbing.

"Because, Hoseok," the man spat, "We want to keep you with us. We want to do things to you. Fun things. We can't do that if we just send you home! If we sent you home, we wouldn't be able to play with that beautiful little face or yours." The man holding the whip stepped closer and caressed Hobi's cheek, causing him to whimper and flinch. Any physical touch hurt at this point. "And this beautiful body." He took the whip and struck him again, watching as more blood flowed down the rappers sides.

"N...no..." Hobi didn't know what the hell these men wanted to do with him but he knew well enough at this point that it was nothing good. His heart ached for his members, any hope of them coming and finding him before this got worse was slowly fizzling away.

"Fuck you!" Hobi tried squirming and kicking them again, which only caused more electric pulses to swim through his body, making him lose control of his muscles as his body twisted and jolted. Vomit ended up spewing out of his mouth and all over him.

"You know what? You're really getting on my damn nerves!" The man unshackled Hobi's wrists from the chains that were holding him up in the air and he fell to the ground with a thud, feeling his body crumple as it smashed into the cold, hard floor. He couldn't willingly move, but his stomach muscles contracted causing him to throw up again. And when he thought things couldn't possibly get worse, he felt himself being whipped and tased at the same time.

Over and over and over again.

The men were dead set on making sure Hobi knew his place, and that his place was with them. "Forget about those other boys, those members, you won't be seeing them again. Forget about everything because your new life starts now, Hoseok!" The two men started laughing, sounding like a pack of hyenas. The crumpled, blood soaked, sobbing boy on the floor thought it'd honestly be better to be attacked by hyenas instead at this point. At least they'd actually kill him and get the torture over with.

The torture was unbearable. He curled up into a ball and cried and begged for mercy. "What did I do? What did I do?" He kept asking. He didn't understand. He figured clearly he must have done something wrong to deserve something like this, but no answer was given. Only more beatings and more electric pulses. His body couldn't handle it anymore as everything started to slowly go numb. Just as his eyes were closing, his body falling unconscious, he thought he heard sirens but he wasn't sure. He figured it was his mind playing tricks on him, imagining himself being saved.

What he wasn't aware of after his body had fallen unconscious was that he was being saved.

Police, along with the rest of the members and paramedics, were bursting through the door. The police screamed for the men to put their hands up as they had their guns pointed at them.

"Hyung!" Jungkook screamed as they all ran to Hobi.

"Oh! Oh no!" Jin cried. He turned to the men and punched both of them. "What the hell did you do to him?! You bastards!"

Jin turned back and dove down next to his dongsaeng, as did the rest of them, and cried seeing the state their brother was in. Bleeding, cut, swollen, covered in tears and vomit. Namjoon put his hand to Hobi's chest. "He's barely breathing!" he screamed. All of them were panicking as they shook with fear and anger. They were glad to see the cops attacking and handling the men, but they'd much rather do it themselves. Yoongi held Hobi's cheeks in his hands. "It's..it's going to be okay. We're here. We're here now. Nobody will ever hurt you again. I promise. Hyung promises nobody will ever hurt you again." He kissed Hobi's face, and then leaned his forehead against his dongsaengs as he sobbed. He felt like a failure of a hyung not being able to get to him sooner.

Paramedics were right behind them, and then quickly shoving them aside. The members didn't have much more time to hold and kiss their brothers injuries before he was being escorted away. But they did have more time to scream and freak out on the men being taken into police custody. Jimin and Taehyung both ran at them, ready to throw punches, but the police held them back.

"I'll kill you!" Jimin screamed through his tears. "I'll kill you both! Nobody touches him! Nobody!"

Taehyung and Jungkook grabbed Jimin and pulled him into the a hug. The three maknae's cried together and then the rest of their hyungs came over and everyone held each other and cried for what felt like forever. The police offered to escort them to the hospital and they were quickly on their way.

The members continued to cry and scream and punch the walls and kick the trash cans in the waiting room. They had never felt so angry.

"We were too late!" Namjoon screamed. He covered his face in his hands and sobbed uncontrollably. "We...we were too late..."

The members surrounded and hugged their leader. They all felt guilty for not getting to Hobi before he got hurt.

A doctors voice caught them by surprise. "You weren't too late. He's going to make it."

It had already been hours and hearing that was music to their ears.

"I want to see him. Please. Please let us see him. I want to see m..my brother," Taehyung begged the doctor.

"You may see him. He is awake now."

The members raced to his room.

"Hyungie!" Jungkook yelled as he barged through the hospital room door. He expected to see his hyung sitting up and smiling and laughing just like he always was.

That was not the scene in front of him.

Hobi was laying there half awake, his eyes puffy and glossy with tears. Wires hooked up to his chest and arms. Bandages covered most of his torso where he needed stitches from all of the slashes. He let out an audible whimper when he saw his members. He never thought he'd see them again. He didn't understand how he went from laying on that cold floor dying to now laying in a hospital bed with his members right in front of him.

All of the members surrounded his bed. Crying as they offered soft reassurances that everything was going to be okay now. Namjoon was running his hands through his fellow rappers hair. "Oh....hobi-ah...what..what happened?"

Hobi broke down. His entire body was sore and throbbing. He had a headache. His skin burned. Not only that, but he was still absolutely terrified that someone was going to walk through that hospital door and take him and hurt him all over again.

"I..I..I don't know..." he whispered. "They just..took me..I was walking home and they just took me. Right off the street."

His crying intensified, causing his members to lean in closer and gently grab him to repeat that he was going to be okay.

"I don't know why they took me..."

Yoongi leaned down and gave him a gentle hug. "There was no reason. Some people are just maniacs and need to be locked up!"

Hobi wondered what even happened to the two men who had grabbed him. "Are they...locked up?"

"At the moment," Jimin replied. He didn't want to inform his hyung quite yet that he'd have to go to court and all of that. Right now he knew his hyung needed to focus on healing. Physically and mentally.

Jungkook was quiet, not knowing what to really say. It broke his heart too much seeing his hyung hurt. He wanted to get at the men who did this and kill them, but he knew he couldn't. Taehyung and Jimin pulled Jungkook into a hug, knowing he needed a bit of comfort too.

Jin stood there as he cried and felt a flush of guilt. He felt responsible for all of his dongsaengs and couldn't shake the thought that he should have done something to prevent this. I should have picked him up. Made a rule that he can't walk alone at night. Been there. Stayed late with him...

"How did you find me? How did you know?" Hobi looked at his members with love in his eyes, grateful that he had people who would come running and looking for him after disappearing.

"It was late and you hadn't come home yet," Namjoon replied.

Taehyung took over. "So we checked your location on your phone and it said you were far away, which worried us because you shouldn't have been far away. We knew something was wrong, so Jiminie called the police and asked to escort us because we knew it'd be faster." He leaned down and kissed Hobi on the forehead. "The people who took you aren't only maniacs but they're also idiots who didn't realize you still had your phone in your pants pocket the whole time so we could locate you."

Hobi covered his face with the hospital blanket and sobbed loudly. Not due to fear but due to more love for his members. Knowing he had people he could count on made his heart explode. Yoongi wrapped him in another gentle hug. The older rapper wanted to hold his dongsaeng and never let go if he could. Soon the others joined and everyone was hugging Hobi as the boy cried in their arms and thanked them over and over for saving his life.

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The road to recovery was a long one.

Hobi had to stay in the hospital for a few weeks while trauma counselors came in to visit him. He had to start therapy multiple days a week and he didn't know how long he'd have to do it.

Once he was released from the hospital, severe separation anxiety kicked in. He couldn't be too far from any of his members or he'd panic thinking he was going to disappear. He would also panic thinking that one of them would disappear.

He had to go to court and testify against the men who took him. He was afraid to be in the same room as or even look at them, so he kept his head down the whole time. When he had to explain what happened and the things they had said and threatened, he had all six of his members there to support and comfort him. They were able to all get restraining orders and the two men both got long term sentences. This eased all of the members anxiety knowing they'd never have to worry about those two ever again. Although finally hearing about the things those men had actually said to Hobi broke their hearts.

The members were extremely worried for their brother. He started having extremely bad night terrors and would wake up in the middle of the night screaming on multiple occasions.

"No! Stop! Stop it! No!" Hobi was screaming and crying in his sleep. His body thrashing around as if he was trying to escape someone. Yoongi and Jin had both started sleeping in his room, feeling it was their duty as his hyungs to make him feel safe at night. Yoongi pulled him into a hug and tightly squeezed him. "Hey, shh. It's okay. You're okay." He tried shaking his dongsaeng to wake him up and the youngers eyes finally flew open as he was gasping for breath. He was drenched in sweat and tried pulling away from Yoongi, screaming. Jin wrapped his arms around him next. "Hey, it's okay. It's us. It's hyungs. Breathe, hm? Take deep breaths."

"H-hyungs?" Hobi was panting. He gripped Jin's shirt and dropped his head into his hyungs chest, crying. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. It was just a bad dream. You're okay," Jin cooed as he rubbed Hobi's back.

This is how it was for weeks. The two eldest were exhausted but they dealt with it. Rather having Hobi home and exhausting them than not having him at all.

All of Hobi's dongsaengs did their best to comfort him too. They knew he was always on edge and scared that someone would go missing so they promised to always stick together. Jin also made the new rule that nobody was to walk home at night. "I'll pick you up if I have to, no matter what time it is. Nobody walks home in the dark. Or in the day! Nobody walks home anymore! That's final!"

His injuries started to heal and his stitches were taken out. As the weeks went on everyone could tell that the rapper was getting better. Slowly but surely. He was able to separate himself from the others to do small things like shower or cook. He didn't have to use painkillers anymore. His night terrors had become few and far between. Therapy was also helping a lot. He was working through his trauma.

The members kept mentioning how proud they were of him which always made him smile. He couldn't thank them enough for all they had done and were continuing to do for him. He knew if it weren't for them he'd have been a dead man. He felt like he could never truly repay them for saving him, all he could do was love them and make sure they knew it.

Hobi had always heard the saying that time heals all wounds, he didn't know how true that was but he could feel himself getting better day by day. He also knew it wasn't only time that was healing him, but the love and care of his members.

His heroes.

His family.

[The End]