taehyung focus
jungkook 'coaxes' (more like threatens to break down the door and drag him out violently) him out of the bathroom, grabbing his wrist once he edges the door the slightest bit open.

"sorry, your highness but it's these or those booty shorts." he grits out, tugging a reluctant taehyung out of the tiny bathroom, his discarded suit and leather loafers sitting dejectedly on the dirty floor.
"oh and here." jungkook slaps his red cap on taehyung's head, pulling the accessory unnecessarily low to shield taehyung's face. "shoes." he says monotonously, nudging a pair of cheap flip flops on the floor with his feet.
taehyung makes a face at the distasteful black flip flops, slipping his bare feet into the shoe wear.

"we're leaving now." jungkook announces quietly, harsh hand enclosing round taehyung's wrist as if to confirm his words.
taehyung raises his head to look at his captor, shooting a glare at him. he wants to yell at him to get longer trousers, wants to kick him in the balls and run off but he doesn't, not when jungkook's eyes bore holes into his face menacingly.

"you two done?" the old man says, raising his breathy voice. taehyung looks over at the old man sitting in place behind the desk, the man wolf whistling once he catches sight of taehyung's legs.

"let's leave, please." taehyung murmurs as he turns away, face grimacing at the wolf whistle and the breathy laughter that follows soon after.

wordlessly, jungkook nods and storms towards the entrance, taehyung struggling to keep up with his kidnapper's sudden fast pace.

"please report to the police if you have seen kim taehyung in the past twelve hours. report suspicious activity-" taehyung looks up again at the mention of his name and catches eye contact with the elderly receptionist as jungkook leads him away. the man frowns at him for a second, looking back and forth between him and the tiny television. shock or realisation seems to hit the man's face; his mouth hanging open with surprise and his eyes widening double the size.

taehyung sees the man gingerly reach over for the telephone sitting on the desk in front of him, hurriedly pressing keys on the device.

did he recognise me? taehyung thinks as he's pulled away.

but he doesn't get to think thoroughly because jungkook pulls him out of stiflingly musty love nest and out into the march winds. the sun poked out of looming clouds and shone slightly, the warm yellow rays caressing taehyung's thighs and arms but the warmth didn't cover up the gusts of wind blowing against his exposed skin, thousands of goosebumps arising in the wind's wake, littering the older's tan skin.

taehyung clenches his teeth, shuddering on the spot whilst waiting for jungkook to unlock the car door. he stands there, embarrassed and cold, his cheeks glowing bright red as a few onlookers walking on the opposite road stare at him, eyes following after his legs. he attempts to somehow stretch his oversized shirt even bigger whilst rubbing his forearms to regain some heat, his limbs shaking with the nearly spring weather.

"this is so embarrassing." he mumbles under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.

jungkook opens the passenger door and motions grandly for taehyung to step in, lifting an eyebrow and murmuring sarcastically, "your highness."

frowning at the new title, taehyung gets inside the car, glad that he wasn't displayed half naked in the eyes of the public anymore.
in the car, taehyung adjusts himself on the leather seats so the cool material wouldn't press against his already frozen legs. he looks up when jungkook slams the passenger door shut, walking swiftly around the front of the car to get to the driver's seat.

i could escape-
taehyung stops arranging his too big shirt.

no, he's gonna catch me.
he goes back to sorting out his shirt.

but if you run extra hard. . .
he stops, mind racking with thoughts.

but you're half naked and it's cold-
he looks outside at the people walking by without taking notice of the half naked kidnappee watching them through a car window, their hair flying in all directions and their cheeks and noses tinted pink due to the cold weather.

but you might get tortured or hurt if you stay with him though-
biting his lip, taehyung thinks back to last night's questioning - jungkook hadn't replied when he'd asked about being tortured and dying.
he breathes out shakily, feeling queasy all of a sudden.

oh for fucks sake, it's worth trying- and with that last thought, taehyung grabs for the door handle, tugs it hard to open and pushes the door and dashes out, starting up a sprint with his black flip flops thwacking loudly against the concrete road.

five words fall into repeat in his head; he's so gonna kill me, he's so gonna kill me, he's so gonna kill me, he's so gonna kill me, he's so gonna kill me, as he sprints past the tacky motel they had just walked out of, and down the road where confused pedestrians walking their dogs and stressed out businessmen and women heading off to work, stare after him.

squealing with embarrassment and the cold wind hitting his legs, taehyung looks over his shoulder to see jungkook leaning against the car, watching after him with an amused eyebrow raised.

why isn't he running after me? has he given up on me? am i free? holy shit. im free!! taehyung thinks excitedly as he moves further and further away, continuing to run in a straight line and not looking where he was going since his eyes were still focused on jungkook.

jungkook focus
turn around and run properly otherwise you're going to fall, you idiot-

"ow!" taehyung yelps as his left flip flop catches on to an uneven part of the pavement, causing him to topple forward and lose all balance. he falls hard on the stone slabs, his nose painfully colliding with the grey stone and causing taehyung to cry out in pain.

there he goes, jungkook sighs and shakes his head in disbelief; how can someone be so damn stupid?
previous victims of jungkook were timid and scared of him, constantly crying and simply sitting there in fear. jungkook preferred those quiet sobbing victims than the ones who ran around randomly, trying to escape by flailing guns around and lecturing him about cigarettes.

maybe taking that one year break took something away from my usual kidnapper's act? jungkook muses before sighing again. he pushes himself off the side of his car, yawning tiredly as he strolls calmly down the road to where taehyung laid on the pavement, unmoving and with his shirt bunched up at the side, revealing those tiny grey shorts.

jungkook stood over him, looking unimpressed as he prodded taehyung's side with his shoe. "oi, get up. people are coming." he says as a two young mothers walking their children to school approach them, walking on the same pavement.

"oi, get up." jungkook repeats, sounding bored. taehyung still doesn't get up.

rolling his eyes, jungkook lowers himself on to his haunches and taps taehyung's shoulder. "oi."

taehyung finally lifts his head and jungkook nearly grimaces with horror at the sight.

"my nose- it's broken, jeon help! my nose, oh my god, my nose-" taehyung sobs, his hands flying to cover his bleeding nose. streams of deep red blood trickle down taehyung's crimson nose, the whole middle of his face smeared with blood.

"fucking hell." jungkook curses under his breath and he hastily forks out a tissue from his jacket pocket, pressing the white cloth against taehyung's nose.
"it's not broken, you idiot. you have a nosebleed. hey, sit up, will you?" taehyung follows jungkook's instructions, crying with no limit to his volume. huge sobs are wrenched from the back of his throat and fat tears fall from his eyes, saltwater mingling with his blood.

i seriously need that pay rise from hyung, jungkook thinks as taehyung wails in his ear.

"you're unbelievable, you know that?" jungkook tells him as he looks around for another tissue, his previous tissue now coloured red with blood already.

i should've declined hyung's offer, jesus, this guy,, eight million isn't worth all this shit, jungkook thinks as taehyung cries especially harder when jungkook puts the slightest bit of pressure on his nose.

five minutes later, taehyung sits inside the car, on the passenger seat, fiddling with the uncomfortable balls of tissue shoved up his nostrils, the tissue poking out of his nose was now a deep maroon shade.

jungkook regards him carefully as he finally pulls out of the love motel parking lot, side eyeing his weird victim who sniffles a little as his eyes water.

jungkook steers the car out on to the main road with one hand, the other hand rests on the window ledge, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

it's only 8:15 in the morning and he's already driving me insane, jungkook thinks darkly, gripping the sides of his nose a little too hard. he attempts to relax himself by rolling down the driver's and passenger's window to let the cool air calm him, receiving icy slaps to the face courtesy of the wind.

taehyung focus
taehyung twiddles his thumbs nervously, wondering where jungkook was taking him and how long it'd be before he was handed over to unknown people who'd do whatever to him.

he chews on his lower lip as several scenarios flit through his head; scenes of faceless thugs screaming at him and beating him, aiming guns at him and yelling in foreign languages pop into mind. he shudders at the thought, dread consuming him while as he sits there, unaware of where he was heading.

he think back to his previous attempts to escape (kicking jungkook in the balls, pushing him away and hiding in the petrol station, climbing out of a window and sitting there sulking, pointing a gun at jungkook, and running away from jungkook only to land on his nose and 'break' it) and winces, all of his plans had backfired on him horribly. chewing his bottom lip red, taehyung tries to muster up a foolproof plan.

if you don't wanna be handed over to thugs, you better come up with a good plan, taehyung -- a fucking plan that actually works. he looks over the car's dashboard, eyeing the random controls with disinterest, inspiring no plan.

he looks over at jungkook discreetly, eyes landing on the seatbelt round jungkook's torso.

could i choke him?

jesus christ, taehyung, what the hell are you thinking?? what if you kill him??? that's murder - do you wanna go to prison? and if he dies, who's gonna steer the car?? you can't drive, remember, taehyung bites his fingernails, frustrated at the lack of escape choices.

he feels the tissue wadded up his nose loosen and he looks down to see the tissue covered in blood drop on to his lap, "oh." he says, picking up the ball with mild disgust. "jeon, i need new tissues -- these ones are all bloody and gross."

"fucking unbelievable." jungkook voices under his breath, eyes on the road ahead.

"did you say something?" taehyung frowns, looking comical with the bloodied tissue buds poking out his nose and his straight eyebrows furrowed together with confusion.

HALF AN HOUR EARLIER

jaehwa focus
jaehwa, upon hearing new information about taehyung being in a certain love motel, gathers as many men as he could muster and drives out with them, hoping to pick up a trail and find his beloved friend before something bad happened.

taehyung, don't worry -- im coming for you, he thinks as he mounts into a jeep and seats himself at the driver's seat, hands enclosing round the black steering wheel.

his phone rings in his pocket and he fishes the device out, reading the caller's name imprinted on the screen.
mr kim daesuk is calling you. . .

gulping slightly, jae answers the phone call, "sir."

"my men informed me that taehyung was seen at a motel somewhere out of town. you heading over there?" the grainy deep voice of kim daesuk emanates from his phone, filling jae's ears.

"yes sir."

he hears taehyung's father breathe out a heavy sigh.
"jaehwa, bring my son back and clear up your mistake of letting him go under your sight. i don't want to see you come back without my boy, consider yourself fired if you can't find him." daesuk orders quietly.

jae swallows the constricting lump in his throat, mind flashing back to last night's party when taehyung had disappeared without telling him, when he had panicked and ran throughout the kim mansion, searching for taehyung, and when he had reported taehyung's disappearance to taehyung's father, who fell into shock immediately.
"yes sir."

"ive known you since your kid years and i think of you very much like my own son. don't make me go through having to fire you, okay jae?"

"yes sir." jae murmurs. kim daesuk hangs up, leaving jaehwa to sit alone in his car and self-loathe, frustrated with himself for letting taehyung go out of his sight.

it's okay, you'll find taehyung before something happens to him, you'll find him. you have to.