taehyung focus
after what seems like forever, the man exits the motorway and enters a steep town that taehyung doesn't recognise.

he doesn't recognise the neighbourhood of stoners who smoke outside freely, no doubt contaminating the air with their thin cancer sticks. he doesn't know the young teens who strut down the street and head out to clubs, wearing tacky brands and flashy jewellery that shine under the dim streetlamps. he doesn't recognise the fluorescent neon lights advertising nights of fun sex or limitless karaoke.

he doesn't recognise any of this; all his life he was kept away from these types of streets and grew up learning how to eat meals with what length fork or how to address his elders politely. he's never witnessed this type of other life before.

he bites on his lip as he realises just how far away he was from home -- his home life of straightened backs and regal talk flies right out of the window and disappears in the cigarette smoke outside as the man drives further into this unknown town.

"where are we?" taehyung ventures out slowly.

"we're stopping for the night at a motel." the man ignores taehyung's question and takes a right, driving into a small parking lot.

purple neon lights capture taehyung's attention and he reads what's written on the side of a little crappy building; the love nest.

. . .

the love nest??

love????

taehyung watches the man unbuckle his seat belt, rummaging around the underside of the passenger seat to grab a black backpack.

love nest? of all the motels, the one named 'love nest'?

taehyung clears his throat, "u-uh, the love nest?"

the man unzips his backpack and pulls a red cap out, placing the accessory over his dark hair and shielding half his face.
"what? oh -- relax, i dont intend to 'make love' with you." the man says, amused. zipping his backpack back up, he says "i just want sleep."

taehyung, still concerned, twiddles his thumbs impatiently, playing with the silver rings on his fingers as the man gets out of the car with his backpack and walks over to taehyung's door.

he yanks the door open.
"come on."

"n-no."

"hurry up and get out."

taehyung shuffles further away from the door, shaking his head adamantly at the man.

the man rolls his eyes, sighing.
"please, you're not my type; i don't go for spoiled bratty rich kids."

taehyung shoots an attempted glare at the man before slowly shuffling over to door, mind questioning if he should really go with this man.
but then again, he has no other person he knows in this town except this guy. jae wasn't here to protect him and neither was his hyung, the only closest person taehyung has right now was this suspiciously calm kidnapper.

taehyung feels his heart sink as he registers this fact.

"now," the man starts, oblivious to the way taehyung ducks his head and sniffles, "we're gonna go in - im gonna register us a room and once we have a room, we'll go to sleep. you can scream, cry for help or whatever but no one will give a shit since people are fucking high on pot or are too busy fucking each other." the yet-to-be-named guy explains casually, taking taehyung by the arm and tugging him to move.

taehyung bites his lip hard; just an hour ago he was busy chatting with his kidnapper, not really realise the severity of the situation. and now, the fact that he was kidnapped and away from home really hits him right in the face, making him realise just how alone he was.

"hey, are you listening?"

"i-i want j-jae." taehyung mumbles.
jae, park jaehwa, who was the gardener's son, who became friends with taehyung aged six after accidentally spraying him with the water hose, who constantly carried four year old taehyung around on his back because the younger wanted to be as tall as jaehwa was. the one who stood with him even after taehyung threw up aged seven at someone's birthday party and had caused everyone to say 'ew, gross!' and move away.

"who the fuck is jae?"

"jaeeeeee." taehyung looks up and wails suddenly, catching his kidnapper off guard by the distressed tears streaming down his shiny cheeks.

jungkook focus
he was literally fine just a second ago, jungkook thinks as he stares at taehyung with wide eyes.

"i want jae," taehyung cries, "and my dad and my hyunggggg."

the waterworks have started once ag-, jungkook thinks but stops, his head snapping up at the sound of people conversing lowly some distance behind him,
"ah, poor kid must've got dumped."
"what a bastard, he probably dumped him after they fucked."

jungkook scoffs at the comments of the people leaving the love nest, the few people eyeing the two with curious eyes and muttering not so discreetly.

"yah, stop crying." jungkook hisses, growing irritated at the headache forming in his head and at the people watching them.
all he wanted to do was book a damn room and sleep - not deal with a crybaby.

taehyung continues to sob erratically, wringing both hands as he cries. jungkook, clueless as to how to shut up the elder, gingerly pats taehyung's shoulder.

i should ask hyung to pay me more for dealing with this shit, jungkook thinks as he continues lightly patting taehyung's shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting manner.

"hey, shut up already." jungkook mutters, taking taehyung's sleeve again and dragging him inside the motel.
taehyung opens his mouth wider and an elongated wail escapes, his face reddening with effort.

jungkook shakes his head at the sight, sighing slightly. fucking hell.

taehyung focus
crying hard, taehyung's dragged into the love nest and across the dimly red lighted room - the red lighting supposedly giving off a 'sexy' vibe. to add to that particular vibe, tacky fur and sequins were stitched on to the curtains, the floor and even stuck on to the receptionist's desk.
the place's decor does not suit taehyung's tastes at all.

tears continue to stream down his face and strained wails leave his mouth, but he doesn't care; he wants home, he doesn't want this shitty little motel.

"we need a room." taehyung hears the man say, still holding his wrist in an iron grip.

taehyung fists his hands, rubbing his eyes furiously to stem his tears.
taehyung, you have to be strong if you want to escape -- crying won't help.
he removes his balled hands from his face and opens his rubbed raw and red eyes to look at his captor's back.

"yeah, one room's fine." the yet-to-be-named guy says to the receptionist, the receptionist completely unaware of the fact that she was currently talking to a kidnapper.

scrutinising his kidnapper, taehyung tries to come up with an escape plan.

no point crying and making a scene if he's not bothered by it.
and no way am i gonna try to hit and provoke him -- he's got a gun, for gods sake.

think, taehyung. think what to do.

his eyes drift from his kidnapper's back to the brightly dressed receptionist who converses about room types and bed sizes whilst chewing gum loudly, pink painted lips smacking furiously.

"okay, one single room for one night. yes, that's possible-"
taehyung spots a telephone (also covered in pink fur) sitting on the desk.

call jae: calling him would be the best thing to do -- he'd get help in no time and id be saved in just a few seconds.

this guy would go to jail and id be back home. safe and sound.

that is if he hasn't got sacked by dad yet - no doubt dad would be mad and . . .
i wonder if dad and hyung are crying. would they cry? of course they would.

would mom cry?

no, no she wouldn't.
taehyung swallows the sudden constricting lump settling in his throat.

"are you done with your little crying fit?" the guy asks, turning around with a brass key in his hand and raising an eyebrow at taehyung. taehyung breaks away from his thoughts and responds to his captor with a small glare before looking away swiftly, sulking.

"let's go then." the man says.