(Yoongi's P.O.V)

After Jimin left the apartment, Taehyung puked everywhere. I had to go downstairs to call the janitor and clean up the mess. It's not long when Jimin came running back to Haneul's room panting.

"H-Han *cough* Haneul got captured!" Jimin yelled still panting his palms rested on both knees.

"By whom?" I asked trying to stay as calm as possible. Jimin looked up, his face red, beads of sweat dripping down at the side of his face, temples wet from sweat.

"Dr. Jeon Jungkook." Jimin breathlessly said, taking all his energy back as he sat down on the bed his chest rising up and down.

"That asshole." I murmured. "You wait here, I'll get Hoseok hyung," I said leaving Jimin breathless on the bed.

Jinking towards my toom, I found Hoseok hyung focused on the laptop reading some serious articles on social media. "Hyung, we have to get Haneul. Jimin got back and said Jungcock got Haneul." I asserted tapping Hoseok hyung's shoulders.

"O-okay. We better go now." Hoseok hyung replied. Standing up, shutting down the pc and heading towards Haneul's room whilst I followed behind.

"Jimin, how did Jungkook got our sister?" Hoseok grasped Jimin by his collar. Jimin looked back at Hoseok hyung with terrified eyes. His pale and huge eyes glared back at Hoseok hyung's terrifying glares. Jimin was shocked at the sudden violent actions of the stranger.

"U-uh. A w-white van." Jimin stuttered. Hoseok hyung let go and paced the room back and forth. "The plate number? D-do you remember?" Hoseok hyung pointing his fingers at Jimin who was terrified that hyung might hurt him again.

"Yeah. I do." Jimin replied. Hoseok hyung dragged Jimin by his wrist forcefully, I followed behind him, while Jimin struggled to keep up his pace with angry Hoseok hyung. The sun was already scorching our skin when we got out of the apartment. I don't have any idea what comes to hyung's mind, but it seems he knew better than I do. It looks like we are heading to the nearest police station.

It was a couple of blocks away from the apartment when we reached one of the police department. Hoseok hyung pushed Jimin inside as we approached one of the police officers. Who had his mouth filled with donuts and a coffee beside him. The other officers were all shocked by hyung's sudden outburst inside the station. One of the officers in the counter eyeing Jimin, looking at his small figure, Jimin looks helpless nor defenseless, the officer must think him a criminal. As soon as we all reached the officer eating his donuts and pushing in the contents in his mouth empty. He sat straight, dusting himself from all the donuts he had eaten.

"What did this pretty boy done?" The cop asked. Hoseok hyung shrugged. He swang his arms on Jimin's small shoulders as Jimin struggled from the weight.

"Witness for a kidnapping case. My sister got kidnapped by a doctor in a white van, and this kid right here saw the plate number." Hoseok hyung pushed the poor boy's thin figure towards the counter, Jimin gripped on the counter's soft edge to prevent him from hurting himself more from all the pushing.

"So his sister got kidnapped right, can you tell us what was in the plate number?" The officer asked politely. Jimin sighed at the soft spot of the officer. Jimin moved closer, lowkey murmuring at the officer. The officer leaned in, instincts kicking in.

"The van wasn't just an ordinary van, it has flowers on it, like in the movies where the bride and groom use to drove away to their honeymoon." Jimin paused, as the officer cleared his throat.

"Are you telling me that, his sister will get married by force? That's gotta be a huge crime." The officer whispered back.

"Just tell him." Hyung forced Jimin to say it right away. He's probably pissed off, to why Jimin didn't chase after the van. Jimin mouthed 'okay' before leaning back and glaring at Hoseok hyung.

"HTHR 1994" Jimin state the number as the officer wrote it down and started typing onto his computer. Jimin was throwing daggers at hyung as he got pushed by hyung like a nobody.

"That's strange. That van was long gone. We ditch it last time. I guess the criminal had nothing to do with it. You said it's a doctor yeah?" The officer had his eyebrows furrowed as he searched through his computer. The keyboard clicks as it silently makes a rhythm out of nothing.

"Yeah, it was," Hyung replied, leaning onto the counter's desk while lowkey eyeing the officer.

"Well, from what I knew about the van, it belongs to someone that was long gone." The officer said staring at hyung with confused eyes. He got up and took some files, probably the files of cases that had similar outcomes.

"Who was it?" I asked unable to stop myself from the overflowing curiosity.

"Heather Miniju?" The officer said in confusion. As he took one of the case files out the folder, scanning the paper in confusion. "There are rumors about her, she was killed nor she died. Nobody knows, she just disappeared." Hyung tapper his index fingers on his chin as he thought harder. The last name, Henry's last name. Our father's last name."Heather Miniju had records, she was guilty with murder in the year 1994." The officer said. Placing one of the files in front of hyung. Hyung took it and read the whole damn article in shock. I knew there was something wrong with Heather.

"Miniju? Henry Miniju. What's Heather's connection with our father?" I mumbled under my breath. Until I snapped back to reality. Hanuel is in danger and we need to save her. 

"Sir. Please save our sister." I plead kneeling in front of the officer, he chuckled.

"Kid, her case was long gone. We will try our best to save your sister." The officer replied leaving the counter.

"Heather Miniju? did you just hear what the officer said? She's a fucking murderer, Haneul isn't safe." Hoseok panicked. I tried to stay calm.

"I-i have to go," Jimin said leaving the station as fast as possible. Hoseok hyung groans angrily.

"Jimin-ssi!" Hoseok called out startling the officers.

"Here are the papers related to Heather miniju-" the officer said placing a pile of paper on the counter.

"Sir. Could I bring this at home, I just have to do some research more about this lady. I'll bring it back tomorrow." I asserted, the officer hand it over but before he hands it over he told me one thing, one thing that gave shivers to my spine.

"Sure thing officer. Thank you for your hospitality." I said leaving the station with the pile of papers in hand. This will definitely help us blackmail Heather. She got nothing to lose, but we do, I had to make it right.

Not long after my Hoseok hyung chased after Jimin as I followed behind. I don't know what's wrong with Hoseok hyung, I can tell he's angry with Jimin at the tone of his voice and his violent gestures.

(Namjoon's P.O.V)

"Oh look Jimin. Oops too slow" Jungkook asserted with a chuckle. "Drive, he won't catch up anyways." He said.

"What do you want from us Jungkook?" Hanuel spoke, struggling to get away from the grasp.

"Here, wear this, you got a wedding to attend to." Jungkook gave us a huge plain box. I stared at the box in confusion. 

"What are these?" Hanuel asked in a raspy voice. Probably from screaming for the past ten minutes of our journey.

"Are you dumb?" Jungkook chuckled facing us from the front seat. He had this evil smirk plastered on his face. He's not Jungkook.

"Who's wedding?" I asked, dumbfounded. Unable to think anymore, from all the tiring getaways.

"Yours." Jungkook smiled sheepishly. What does he mean? Did heather plan this? That b*tch. She's crazy. I hope they won't hurt us anymore.

We sat there silently as far as I think, the van stops at the front of a house.

They pulled us out and pushed us into a room with the boxes.

"Change now!" Jungkook called from behind the door.

"Why would we?" Haneul spat. That made Jungkook lose his patience busting the door and getting in with a gun in hand, as he holds Hanuel hostage.

"Change now." He said in gritted teeth. I took the box and started taking my clothes off. (*¯︶¯*)

I look to my mirror seeing myself.

"Now your good to go."

"Haneul you're next." He pointed the gun at Haneul.

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Heyy sorry for not updating!!! But here I am.