Hoseok tossed and turned in his bed, a cold sweat beading along his brow. 

After hours through the night of trying and failing to fall asleep as per usual, he finally managed to drift off in the early hours of the morning only to be plagued by a nightmare. 

He had been with you in his dreams; a guilty pleasure of his that was usually his remedy to his nightly ailment.

He seemed to have come to the revelation that he wanted to keep you near him. The mere thought of you put his mind at ease, and on the rare occasion would allow him a few precious hours of sleep. 

The two of you were sat against the wall in a windowless room, a room full of cluttered funfair objects, merry-go-round horses, animatronics and clusters of bright fairy lights illuminating the surrounding. Odd pieces of cutlery, lit light bulbs, broken phones, mini replicas of the statue of liberty, the Eiffel tower and all kinds of bits and bobs were strewn across the floor and hiding in nooks and crannies [A/N: Don't forget to sell your turnips at Nook's Cranny ;) ].

The small versions of the funfair rides spun, sang and rotated gently. The horses heads reared in an awkward jostle and ceramic clowns sung silly tunes. Everything in this room belonged to Hoseok. Everything. It was all his. 

Your hand sat comfortably in his own, warm and snug, enabling Hoseok to keep you close to him. Hoseok had a fond smile on his face, one that seemed to be stuck there like a fool as he felt a school boyish feeling of butterflies in his stomach each time he glanced at your face. With his eyes he traced your hairline, brows, lashes, the perfect sculpture of your face that sat upon a perfect neck. 

He remembered back at the asylum (the times he was in control at least) each time you came to his room he had wanted to shut the door behind you and keep you in there with him for the rest of the day and night. He had grown fond of you so quickly when he first met you. 

Only, the peace did not last long in his dream world. His sweet dream took a turn for the worst as all the lights started going out, one by one. The tiny version of a ferris wheel stopped turning, the horses necks stopped in place, and everything that moved came to a halt. 

A thick silence reigned throughout the room. It had you both sitting up straighter, Hoseok moving a hand round your body to pull you closer to him. 

A darkness blacker than the shadows in the room suddenly shot out towards you both, ensnaring your ankles in its grip. It hadn't touched Hoseok, and proceeded to yank you from his grasp.

"No, no, no! Stop! (Y/n)!" Hoseok shouted frantically, the fear in his own voice even surprising himself. 

The dark slowly enveloped you, pulling you further with it into the mass of various things and objects having Hoseok chase after you into the clutter. 

He desperately tried to dig in between the various items and clown models that sucked you into the junk, Hoseok becoming lost himself in his own possessions. 

He saw a familiar face flash in the cluster of items, the owner to the darkness that moulded into a hand that pulled you through the mess of objects. He knew that face. A male's face with black eyes. Hoseok faltered slightly, until he remembered his important task of bringing you back to him. Hoseok glared menacingly. 

"Leave her with me! Leave her! She's mine!" he growled out a guttural sound from his chest, almost seeming inhuman himself. 

You let out a scream as the last parts of you disappeared into the madness of objects, out of sight. Hoseok's heart plummeted. 

"Give her back!" 

Hoseok awoke with a start, his chest rising and falling erratically. 

"(Y/n)!" 

He shot up out of bed, his nightmare feeling strongly more like a bad omen as he rushed out of his room and through the recovery wing to the employee wing. Hoseok headed straight to where he remembered your room being, reaching it quickly and banging his fist on the door.

"(Y/n)!" 

No answer. 

A bead of sweat dripped down the side of his face. 

Jisoo poked her bed head outside her door in tired confusion to what the sudden early morning ruckus was about.

"Jung?" she called out, stepping out of her room fully as she rubbed her eyes. "Hoseok? Why are you here? What's the matter?" 

"It's (Y/n), I have to see that she's okay," he insisted frantically. 

"I assume she's fine. She came back from a case yesturd-"

"Please!" Hoseok cut her short, the urgency in his voice undeniable. "I need to see that she's okay." 

"Okay, okay. Calm yourself first," Jisoo said, slipping on a fluffy bed gown over her pyjamas. She stepped around Hoseok and knocked on your bedroom door. "(Y/n), hey, are you awake?" 

Still no response.

After there was no reply Jisoo decided to take things further. "(Y/n), I'm coming in," she announced. 

Hoseok impatiently looked over Jisoo's shoulder as she opened the door to your room, his fists clenched in anticipation. 

Your room was empty.

Hoseok's fear was true. 

You were gone.

Kim Yong-sun vaguely remembered Namjoon bringing back an unconscious body with him to that small unkept room he sectioned off for himself. 

In her high haze, she remembered a blob of (h/c) hair and limp legs and arms hanging from a body Namjoon had unceremoniously slung over his shoulder as he disappeared in that room of his. She always wondered what he kept in there. However Yong-Sun grew worried when there was utter silence from that room. She assumed that he brought back some girl from the streets to have a fling with but the silence subjected to otherwise. Plus, she could faintly recall the female's arms being tied together...? She wasn't certain. Perhaps it was just some kink thing the mysterious man was into but Yong-sun couldn't help the nagging feeling in her gut that that wasn't the case. 

Namjoon hadn't been himself for a while now and Yong-sun could tell that something was up. Namjoon was an intelligent, soft, kind hearted man that had the adorable clumsy slip-up every now and then. This man that brought back an unconscious girl, was not him. 

The old Namjoon was a misfit, sure, but he would never have robbed that store weeks ago and gotten himself imprisoned. Yong-sun had known him for a while and knew him well enough that something had changed within him. Something that henpecked at her gut telling her that there was something other than Namjoon in that body of his. 

Ghosts weren't real, not in the literal sense anyway. That's what she always thought. Now, she wasn't so sure. The blonde didn't know what to think, but all she knew was that people don't just change like that. There was an unmistakeable darkness that surrounded Namjoon and honestly, he scared her a bit. 

Choi Seung-hyun groaned from beside her, burying his nose further into his hoody as he came down from his trip, the groggy confused feeling overtaking him. 

"Hey, do you think that girl's okay in there? He's left her in there a while now..." Yong-sun muttered to her male friend beside her. 

Seung-hyun shrugged sighing, and then lifting his gaze up to the closed door. 

Namjoon hadn't locked it, but he made it perfectly clear no one was to enter or leave through it. And to be perfectly honest he didn't have any desire to challenge Namjoon's word. Seung-hyun had seen first hand what Namjoon was capable of. 

"It's none of our business, just leave it."

"But I'm worried...I hope she's okay," Yong-sun said frowning. 

"You don't even know her. For all we know she could just be sleeping."

Even in her haze, Yong-sun had an inkling of a feeling that wasn't the case. Namjoon hadn't exactly been gentle when he lugged your body around on his shoulder. One word kept repeating itself in her mind.

Prisoner.

Prisoner.

"Solar, don't. You do not want to get involved with Kim's affairs," Seung-hyun warned, knowing what she was thinking. 

"I just want to check on her, she's been in there for the whole night, she might need a drink or something."

"Whatever. I won't be at fault when Namjoon bashes your head in, you do you."

Solar rolled her eyes at him and got up, taking her capped flask of plain water with her to the door Namjoon had taken you through. 

You weren't sure how long you had been in that room, but it had definitely been hours, you just weren't sure as to how many. With your head still pounding from the blow and of dehydration you had fallen to sleep in exhaustion and only just woken up again. 

You felt a little more at ease that you could feel your talisman prominent in your pocket. However your little trinket would only serve to be useless in this situation against your kidnapper. 

You couldn't feel your phone in any of your pockets either. 

The thought of not being able to contact anyone and that you had no idea where you were caused tears to well up in your eyes until your blinked them away furiously. Crying wouldn't solve anything. You had to be calm and collected if you wanted any sort of chance getting out of this. Starting with the zip ties that bound your arms together behind your back. 

Forcing your arms down over your bum and to the backs of your knees, which turned out to be a bit of a challenge. You lifted one foot up to step over your joined wrists, and then did the same with the other once you had balanced yourself. Now things would be a little easier with your arms and hands in front of you. 

Hope in breaking the ties was long gone though as the plastic would require a knife or scissors to cut. Gnawing at them crossed your mind but that would most possibly take hours to get anywhere with. 

First things first was to find out where the hell this psycho had brought you. 

There was movement outside the door, miniscule but enough to know that you weren't imagining things. You sat back down in the chair as you heard the door knob rattle as someone turned it, not wanting to give it away so soon that you had been about to try and escape. 

Much to your surprise it was someone entirely different that poked their head around the door, a friendly faced (albeit tired looking) blonde woman. You both stared at each other, not knowing what to say. 

"Hey..." the blonde herself seemed at a loss for words. "Um, are you alright?" She didn't seem to know about your situation. Did your kidnapper know that this woman was here?

In fact the question you wanted to ask was where the hell you were. 

You saw her eyes glance at your tied wrists, concern crossing over her features.

She sighed to herself. "I'm so gonna be in the shit for this," you heard her mutter to herself. She disappeared for a moment and returned with some scissors in hand that had you tensing in your seat. To your relief, she began cutting into the ties around your wrists. 

The only thing that kept you cautious around this woman was that you didn't know what relationship she had with your kidnapper. She could be playing dumb. She could be in on the whole thing, though a small part of you thought that she was being genuine in not knowing the details about your situation.  

You rubbed the redness around your forearms and wrists where the zip ties had left dark marks, not letting your guard down for one moment. 

"Would you like a drink?" the blonde asked, offering you a flask that sloshed with whatever liquid inside. You eyed it distrustful of the contents. 

"It's just water, look," she said and to prove herself, uncapped the flask and took a gulp before handing it to you. 

"Thanks," you mumbled as you accepted it from her.

"So uh, what's your deal with Namjoon?" she asked leaning her weight against the cracked wall behind her. 

So that was his name? Namjoon?

You sent her a sharp look.

"My deal?" you spat in irritation. "He was robbing a store the same time I was shopping. I did what any normal person would do and called the police. Then weeks later I'm knocked out, kidnapped, brought here and being threatened."

The blonde's mouth fell open into an 'o' shape, before looking down at her feet awkwardly. 

"I'm sorry you're in this situation, but there's not much I can do to help you. I shouldn't even be in here to be honest..." 

Ideas floated around your head as a thought just occurred to you. This woman could be your only means of escape and contacting somebody. Only, she seemed to be as intimidated of this 'Namjoon' as you were. You couldn't risk being caught by him again. 

You sighed heavily, trying to relieve any sort of tension, and try and put your plan into action. "Can I at least use the bathroom?" you asked in a calmer tone, looking up at the woman pitifully, trying to look vulnerable and scared. 

Pity me. Be on my side. 

She seemed to be torn between the decision, chewing on her lip in thought. She glanced out of the door at something before turning back to you. 

"Okay, but quickly. I don't know when he'll be back," she said beckoning you to follow.

"Thank you," you breathed earnestly, getting up to follow her. 

The building was obviously abandoned, old and run down, covered in graffiti with explicit drawings and writings. However some had set up a living space here as there were old chairs, makeshift beds camping utensils, empty beer cans, trash and...the odd one or two used needles and empty clear packets scattered about the worn floor.

You were in a drug den. Why on earth had he brought you here, of all places?

There were two others. A man staring at you with a blank expression against the cracked wall and another passed out cold on one of the old mattresses. There was probably more of these people around the building, getting stoned and lost.

They seemed to be squatting here and you were doubtful that they had squatters rights.

The blonde woman lead you along squeaky floor-boards and through a hallway to the left where she came to a stop at another door.

"Here," she said turning to you, "I'm Yong-sun by the way. I'd say it's nice to meet you but probably not under such circumstances." She offered a pitiable smile. 

"(Y/n), and likewise," you replied returning a forced smile that probably came out more like a grimace. 

You entered the bathroom and locked the door behind you with the latch, scrunching your nose up at the state of the room. 

There was a single window, the mirror beside it was cracked and deteriorating at the edges, the ceramic of the toilet bowl was black, brown and yellow, rusting away and the toilet seat was missing too. 

Thank God you hadn't actually needed to go. 

The joints in your knees felt weak and you felt exhausted from the constant adrenaline that pulsed through your veins in the unpredictability of your situation. You took a moment to splash your face with water from the rusted tap and take a few breaths, in and out. You needed to be level headed, and calm which was going to be difficult. 

You were starting to think that you would prefer this being a poltergeist instead of a human chasing you down. At least then you would know how to handle yourself. 

Disappointment fell over you when you looked up at the cracked open bathroom window. It was too small for you to fit through. You felt like it was mocking you, being open like that so you could have a taste of fresh air and a peek at the freedom that awaited. 

You didn't know where Yong- sun stood; whether she was correlating with your kidnapper or had nothing to do with him. You weren't going to outright ask her where the exit was.

To your dismay, there wasn't anything in the bathroom you could use as a weapon either. The only thing you could possibly do now was bomb it past the woman outside the door, considering that your kidnapper wasn't nearby too...

"Shit..." you cursed under your breath. You didn't know the layout of the building so you had no idea where you would be running to, that and you had no idea where the building even was or if you were still in Seoul. However, it was still likely that you were still in the city. 

You had only known her for a few minutes, but you could tell that Yong-sun wasn't the type that would man-handle or fight you over this. Your best bet was to run, and ignore her if she tried to pursue you.

But what if I run into others here? Was your voice of reason in the back of your head.

You guessed you just had to take that chance. If anybody was going to harm you...they would have done it already, right? 

Taking in a deep breath, you steeled yourself as your hand hovered over the door handle, the lock unlatched. Adrenaline started thrumming. 

Opening the door a crack, you peaked through, seeing Yong-sun with her back turned, seeming to be conversing with someone you couldn't see behind a wall. 

Now was your chance.

You burst out of the bathroom, not once looking back. 

"Hey, wait!" Yong-sun called out frantically the moment she realised you were making a break for it. 

The building was pretty large and you predicted you could lose her easily if you took enough random turns, hopefully not running into a dead end. You had to be careful of the nicks and holes in the floor, some of which were large enough for you to fall through. 

You ran through halls and rooms and a multitude of stairs until you were sure you had lost Yong-sun, panting hard as you continued through the crumbling building on swift feet. 

Hope bloomed in your chest as you finally reached the bottom floor, and ran down a hallway that lead to an open door that spilled plenty of light into the desolate building. You were no longer able to hear Yong-sun's footsteps trailing behind either. This was your chance. 

However, you faltered in your hurry.

There was a man slumped on the floor with his back leaning sloppily against the wall near the doorway, the top part of his face covered by a hood and the bottom half slightly by a balaclava. He looked to be sleeping off something from the way he looked so still. 

You went to pass by quietly, not wanting to stir him awake or cause any unwanted commotion. You still had no idea as to who might be working with your kidnapper or who couldn't care less that you were there. 

"Where do you think you're off to?" 

You had been so focused on not making any noise and scanning your surroundings to notice the man had got up and was now clutching onto the fabric of your sweater. 

The man's eyes were bloodshot and wide, his body jittery. He was on something, that was for sure. Someone like this was unpredictable.

"Out- For some fresh air, I mean," you replied quickly, not liking that there was another obstacle in your way prolonging your time here. The longer you stayed, the more likely you would run into your kidnapper. You had to get out. Now. 

With that being said, you tugged a little in hopes the man would let go, only for his grip on your sweater to be reattached around your arm, his fingers digging in around the limb. 

"I don't think so, girl. You ain't spose'd to be walkin around 'ere on your own," he said in slurred speech. 

Namjoon had come back with a paper bag in his hand, along with a few new cuts and bruises on his fists and face. He stood there in the entrance watching the scene unfold and wondering why he was seeing you here on the ground level and not in the room he had left you in. 

But remarkably...he couldn't find it in himself to feel angry as he usually would.

How adorable you were...Trying to escape, like a little rodent in a cage. It had his heart thumping with excitement, only, that diminished rather quickly when he watched Juwon manhandle you. 

That filth. Namjoon thought bitterly.

He felt the familiar feeling of his blood boiling and couldn't help the thoughts that ran through his head.

You were his to threaten. No one else's. You were his to frighten. 

Dropping the bag, he advanced towards you. 

Upon noticing the new arrival, the man that held you sneered their way. You on the other hand felt an overwhelming sense of dread befall you. 

"Get lost, Kim. Get any closer and I'll stab you!" Juwon barked, jostling you about as he held you. 

Namjoon pressed his lips into a firm line, his unreadable eyes flickering over to you and back. You shrank back at the glance, all hopes of escape dissipating into thin air. 

"Hmm, not from there you won't. This will help you out a little," Namjoon said stepping closer so that Juwon could actually reach him at arms length. "I'll say this once, Juwon. Fuck off, and leave the girl where she is."

"You asked for it!" the man rumbled, clearly not quite in his right mind. You were shoved to the side as Juwon lunged forward.

Namjoon struck faster than his assailant. His hand shot out and latched onto Juwon's wrist, the one that held the knife. He directed his fist to into a sensitive point on Juwon's arm in one quick motion. Using his other hand, Namjoon held him by the neck and shoved him into the wall roughly, using his leg to sweep his feet out from under him causing him to collapse on the floor. That whole scene had unfolded so quickly before you. You were too awestruck to have thought about legging it while this 'Namjoon' had his back turned.

The man choked in agony, mouth open in pain and eyes wide.

"F-Fuck! Y-you broke my arm!" he wailed mutely squeezing his eyes shut tightly and hissing through his yellowed teeth. 

"No, I sprained it," Namjoon said unconcerned.

"Oh fuck! I-it feels weird, I can't move it!"

"What did I say to all of you about touching her?" Namjoon asked, ignoring the man's cries, pining him with a heavy stare.

"N-not too!" the man dubbed as Juwon spluttered out.

"Ah, so you do remember what I said then. I was starting to worry that you were showing signs of dementia," Namjoon mused tonelessly.

"Touch her again, and I'll break both of your arms instead of spraining only the one. Got it?"

The man nodded vigorously, breathing heavily.

"Good."

Namjoon turned your way making you freeze in place. 

"Now then," he took a threatening step forward, eyes locking onto your own. "What to do with a lost little mouse."

Hey everyone! Hope you're doing well! Finally an update for you ayyy. I'm not sure about these long chapters to be honest, I think I will try to make them shorter in the future. It's just that I'm struggling to shorten things without clipping out important pieces and paragraphs in the story T-T Hopefully I'll get better at doing that in the future, but for now...I hope you enjoyed this chapter! -Rikki

UNEDITED 

Oct. 15. 2020