"Be careful, Louis."

Jungkook's voice was stern and hard as he stared at the young boy in front of him, his eyebrow raised in slight annoyance as he watched the child jump around excitedly.

The young, brunette boy smiled at the older male, a quiet giggle escaping his lips.

"I know." He stated. "You're a worry wart."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest and scoffing.

"Right." He said. "I am a worry wart, so you shouldn't run somewhere that I can't see you."

Louis frowned, his shoulders slumping as his big brown eyes moving to the suited men that stood behind Jungkook, his hands beginning to twiddle nervously.

Jungkook frowned at the five-year old's sudden change of demeanor, his playful smile fading.

"What's wrong?"

The brunette glanced around before signalling for Jungkook to come closer.

The young mob boss furrowed his brows before kneeling down to Louis' height, turning his head so the boy could whisper in his ear.

"I don't like being around the scary men, bubba." He confessed softly, his slight speech impediment showing through.

The silver-haired man scrunched his nose, sighing before standing to his feet slowly.

"We've talked about this, Louie." He said. "These men are here to keep the both of us safe. They won't hurt you."

"But they scare me." He stated.

Jungkook smiled softly at his younger brother.

"I promise that they aren't that scary."

Louis frowned in doubt.

"But they never play with me." He pouted. "Nobody ever wants to play with me because those guys are terror frying."

Jungkook snorted quietly at Louis' mispronunciation.

"Terrifying?" He asked with a smile. "That's a big word."

Louis smiled widely, bringing his finger up to poke his temple.

"Big brain."

The older male chuckle, ruffling his brother's hair before straightening his posture, his eyes moving around the crowded arcade.

"I'll tell you what," He started. "I'll tell the "terror frying" men to go away for a while and you and I can play in here for a while."

Louis smiled widely, his brown eyes sparkling at his older brother's words.

"Yes!" He exclaimed.

Jungkook chuckled affectionately, turning to face the small group of men behind him.

"We won't be here for long." He whispered. "Continue the search for the girl, I'll come back home in about an hour or so."

They nodded in unison before turning on their heels and walking away.

The silver-haired man turned back to his brother, a smile playing on his face.

"I hope you're happy," He mused. "You made me send my friends away."

Louis rolled his eyes.

"They aren't your friends, bubba." He deadpanned. "I heard you call one of them the "S word" yesterday."

Jungkook gasped playfully, his hand moving over his heart.

"You're quite the little spy aren't you?"

The brunette nodded his head.

"I'm G. I. Joe." He said confidently.

Jungkook smiled.

"You sure are, bud." He stated. "You sure are."

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A frustrated groan left your lips. Your brows were furrowed in anger and concentration as your e/c eyes glared at the black bracelet that clung to your wrist mercilessly.

You had been trying to get this thing off for a while now and you had no luck with it.

From what you could tell, the bracelet could only be unlocked by some sort of magnetic key that you assumed was in Seokjin's possession. He hadn't mentioned that you wouldn't be able to take it off, but you guessed you should have seen it coming, considering the fact that this guy literally kidnapped you.

You were beginning to feel your sanity slipping. You were so close to being free, but there was nothing you could do.

A curse escaped your lips as you released your grip on the black band around your wrist, your gaze moving around the empty bathroom you stood in.

You had only been in the mall for about an hour. You checked in with Jin every fifteen minutes, as you promised, but that was the only rule you were actually following.

You had been trying desperately to get out of the mobsters clutches. You even went as far as to try and climb into the air ducts...that didn't work out too well.

You ran a hand through your hair, pushing the bathroom door open and walking back out into the crowded area, gaze roaming over the countless people and numerous stores.

Clearly, you weren't going to be getting out of this stupid bracelet by yourself...maybe you could ask someone for help...

The blinking neon sign of an arcade caught your attention, your body beginning to gravitate towards the entrance of the colorful place.

You maneuvered through the crowd, pushing yourself until you stood before the entrance of the arcade, a small smile puling on your lips.

You used to love arcades when you were younger. Your father always brought you to one on your birthday...He'd give you twenty bucks and told you to "go crazy"...it was always your favorite part of the year...

But that was a log time ago...before you had any responsibilities or obligations...

You bit your lip hesitantly before walking into the colorful place.

If you were going to be Jin's prisoner, you may as well max out his credit card.

And what better way to waste money than by using it on useless games?

After buying yourself some tokens, you began to make your way around the large arcade, your eyes searching for the first game that called you to play it.

A quiet hum left your lips as you looked around clueless.

What to play? What to play?

You shook the small cup of tokens, creating a small rattling sound...

"Excuse me, lady."

Your head perked up at the sound of a small voice that called out to you so suddenly. You could feel small hands tugging at the cardigan that you were currently wearing.

You turned your attention to a small boy that stood before you, his big, brown eyes filled with tears. He sniffed, wiping his tear-stained cheeks as he stared at you, his hand holding your cardigan tightly.

You could tell that he was scared, his body was shaking slightly as he cried.

His appearance threw you off a bit...He couldn't have been more than five years old, but he was a little small for his age. His clothes seemed to be expensive and nice, no stains or wrinkles like most kids would normally have. His brunette hair was once combed to the side, but was now tousled and sticking up in different directions.

Pity and sympathy washed over you at his state.

You slowly lowered yourself down to his height, kneeling on your knees as you eyed him curiously.

"Are you okay?" You asked softly.

He shook his head, hiccups and sobs coming from his form.

"I-I can't find my b-bubba." He stuttered out.

You nodded in understanding, placing your hands on his shoulders in reassurance.

"I'll help you find him, okay?" You said. "Where did you see him last?"

The brown-haired boy slowly lowered his hands from his face, his brown eyes searching over your face.

"H-He was with me in here, b-but-but I got too far."

You nodded again, raising your hand to his face and gently wiping his tears with the pad of your thumb, your motherly instincts beginning to kick n as he slowly stopped sobbing.

"I'm sure he's still around." You soothed. "We can find him, alright?"

He sucked in a breath, his cheeks puffing as he tried to calm himself down.

"A-Alright."

You smiled at his cuteness, a little bit awed by how mature he was acting in this situation. You definitely didn't expect him to be so easily calmed.

You stood to your feet, grabbing the young boy's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

"What's your name?" You asked.

"My bubba says not-not to tell strangers my name." He muttered.

You nodded, pursing your lips.

"Well," You hummed. "My name is Y/l/n y/f/n...nice to meet you."

He tilted his head.

"Now we aren't strangers." You stated.

You noticed the boy hesitate for a few moments before giving you a shy smile.

"My name is Louis.." He said. "J-Jeon Louis."

You furrowed your brows slightly at his name, your heart dropping to your stomach as you eyed the boy suspiciously.

Jeon.

You knew that name well...a little bit too well for your liking...

You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of any doubts. This little boy couldn't be related to Jeon Jungkook...after all, the ruthless mob boss didn't have any family at all, let alone a little brother...especially a little sibling who was as cute and well-behaved as Louis.

Besides, this little boy was clearly distressed and you weren't just going to leave him to fend for himself. You weren't merciless. He was just a little boy and he needed help.

"Well, Jeon Louis." You started. "Let's go find your brother, okay?"

He nodded his head slowly, sniffing.

"Thank you, lady."

You chuckled, ruffling his hair affectionately.

"You can call me Y/n." You stated, giving him a wink.

He frowned as you began to lead him through the crowd of people, his lips pouting in concentration as he spoke to himself softly.

"Y/n..

I've heard that name before."

A/N,

Okay, so I know this chapter isn't the greatest, but at least it's something.

I BET YA DIDN'T THINK JK HAD A LITTLE BROTHER DID YA!?

HAHA! Plot twist!

In my head, Louis is literally the cutest little thing like awwwwwwww.

I love you guys.

-Max