taehyung focus
taehyung's captor marches him out of the petrol station, calmly walking him to the car before pushing him into the back seats and walking round to the allocated driver's seat.
taehyung watches him with careful eyes as he does this, brown eyes following his kidnapper's actions.

where is he going to take me now? taehyung thinks, biting his lower lip with pained curiosity. taehyung decides to ask.

"where are we goi-"

but the boy gets cut off by the sudden ringing sound of what seems to be several police cars, dissonant sirens cutting into the quiet of the night and taehyung turns around swiftly to look out of the back seat window, his breath hitching in his throat.

relief fills him at the sight of many blue and red flashes in the distance, the lights speedily approaching his kidnapper's car.

"yes! yes, oh my god!" taehyung cries, ecstatic. he shifts in his seat and reaches over for the car door, about to pull the handle and exit the car but the vehicle suddenly lurches forward, throwing taehyung against the front leather seats.

"ow-" taehyung winces, bracing himself by digging his fingernails into the black leather to stop himself from slipping and sliding everywhere as his captor steps on the gas. the yet-to-be named switches gears with haste, rapidly increasing the speed whilst taehyung tumbles and flies around in the backseat.

taehyung's eyes dart up from the leather seat he was current pressed against, at the sound of a lorry abruptly blaring its horn. his eyes widen when he spots how dangerously close the car was to the multiple lorries on the motorway, the side of the car just about brushing against the lorry wheels (that were half the size of taehyung himself).

"s-slow down." he stammers, sharply looking at his expressionless captor.
the man doesn't reply, instead he turns the steering wheel to steer in and out of vehicles, narrowly dodging them as he continues driving fast, going well over the speed limit.

taehyung gasps when he's violently hurled against the passenger seat, his right cheekbone hitting against the metal of the seat.
"ow, fuck -- slow down you piece of sh. . ." taehyung trails off when he realises something.

the police sirens have stopped.

clinging to the car upholstery, taehyung looks over his shoulder and out of the back seat.

no. taehyung's expression falls when he sees the flashes of blue and red stopping at the petrol station, the petrol station now a small box in the distance as the car pulls further and further away. no, no, you're meant to follow me - taehyung's lower lip trembles at the sight, willing the police cars to follow after him, after his car - after his kidnapper.

"lost them pretty quickly, that's a new record." the man muses to himself, changing gears and driving at a less speedy pace but still overtook cars and vans.

taehyung turns around to face his kidnapper, swallowing hard to rid the heavy emotions building up inside his throat, clogging his airway and threatening to suffocate him.
"please go back." he voices out weakly, mentally urging the man to have pity on his weak self and take him back to the kim mansions.
but deep down inside of him, he knows that it isn't possible. who knows when he'll see his mom and dad again? his brother? or his home? even jae?

jungkook focus
jungkook flickers his gaze to the rear view mirror, studying the boy leaning his forehead against the car window with an empty look on his face, dark brown eyes dully reflecting light each time they passed by a car's headlight.

unbothered by his captive's sudden quietness, jungkook's eyes drift to the clock installed in the car's control centre.

4:12 am, jungkook's eyes fall back on to the motorway stretching out in front of him and with a stifling yawn, he decides, might as well stop at a motel for a few hours to sleep.

"where are we going?" taehyung asks softly when jungkook indicates to turn right with his headlight, the slow ticking of the indicator filling up the silence in the car.

jungkook doesn't reply.
taehyung sighs and looks out of the window with his cheek balanced in the flat of his palm, shuddering slightly. jungkook notices this.

"cold?"

the older looks up to see his captor watching him in the rear view mirror.
without replying, taehyung looks away with unintentional puffed cheeks and furrowed eyebrows, giving off the vibe of a five year old sulking.

"twenty-one year old ceo, my foot. he's a fucking five year old." jungkook scoffs under his breath at taehyung's behaviour and looks away, continuing to drive and ignore taehyung's glare now boring holes into the back of head.

"im not a five year old." taehyung snaps without thinking, his emotions flying all over the place, "im simply an adult who is distressed over the fact that he is kidnapped."

". . ."

taehyung can't help but murmur out a childish "yeah, don't reply."

"im not replying because im trying to drive and not get us hit by a fucking lorry." jungkook says evenly, throwing a glare in taehyung's direction.

taehyung focus
"you didn't have a problem talking to me earlier." taehyung grumbles, once again without thinking.
taehyung, stop annoying him before he fucking shoots you.

"traffic was low then."

"there's no traffic on the motorway; it's just lanes going in different directions."

"i-, shut up already."

annoyed, taehyung resumes looking out of the window, hands rubbing up and down his upper arms to give himself only little warmth.

in the corner of his eyes, taehyung catches the guy looking at him briefly before reaching out to turn the heaters on by twisting the dials.

"why are you turning the heaters on?"

"you're cold."

"b-! but surely you can't do that!"

"what?" his kidnapper frowns at him, "why? you're cold."

"exactly -- kidnappers aren't meant to ask if their victims are cold and turn on heaters for them."
why are you complaining???
oh dear god, taehyung, shut up before you piss him off and get him to bring out his fucking gun.

"wh-"

"that just defies the code of kidnappers!" for fucks sake, stop.

"uh, there's a kidnappers code??"

"yes!! in movies all the kidnappers are harsh, evil, violent and mean and they most certainly do not provide heaters for their freezing victims -- aren't you supposed to be like that?"

honestly taehyung doesn't know what he's spouting out right now -- he thinks his subconscious secretly wants to kill him.

"which one do you want; see my 'harsh, evil, violent and mean' side or would you rather die from hypothermia?" the man growls, irate.

realising his tone of voice and behaviour, taehyung gulps, "uh, n-n-neither one, im perfectly fine with you being freakishly calm and turning on heaters." he mumbles, shrinking back into his seat with his burst of bravery disappearing.

". . ."

the two sit silence; taehyung stares out of the window with his face resting on his palm and the man drives wordlessly. only the low hum of the car fills their ears.

the silence disrupts however when the yet-to-be-named guy pulls out and fiddles with a cigarette packet with one hand noisily, steering the car with the other.

taehyung's upper lip curls in distaste at the sight of the box of cigarettes.
he can't help but mumble out a quiet, "you know five million people die each year due to a cigarette evoked disease."

"and what do you want me to do?" the man rolls his eyes, letting go of the steering wheel for a second to light the cigarette with a blue translucent lighter.

"stop smoking."

"isn't that breaking the victims code?"

"huh?"

"you're caring about my wellbeing - aren't you meant to be crying and saying 'help -- save me! save me!' instead of telling me off for smoking?" the man says, quirking an amused eyebrow at taehyung through the rear view mirror .

"no, i'm caring about my own wellbeing - my lungs could die from second hand smoke." taehyung huffs, cheeks reddening the slightest bit. "but touché," he grudgingly acknowledges as he sinks back into his seat, the cold seats causing goosebumps to form on the back of his neck.