"Get out."

Hoseok's eyes softened as Yoongi's firm voice filled the air, his body hunched over his desk as he scribbled furiously on a small piece of paper.

His blue hair had begun to grow out, causing his natural black color to appear on his roots. His hair was messy and sticking up in all directions as though he hadn't combed it that day. It had grown past his ears and turning into a kind of mullet.

His usually clean apartment was now a complete mess, files thrown all over the floor, empty bottles of alcohol laying in every corner of the living room and kitchen. Blankets and pillows were strewn across the couch, which told Hoseok that Yoongi had probably been sleeping there instead of his bedroom.

"You need to eat." Hoseok sighed, setting down a plastic container before the blue-haired assassin.

"Not hungry."

The red-haired man shook his head, hand snapping forward and slamming Yoongi's laptop closed.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself." He sighed. "It's been a month, Yoongi. You're working yourself to death."

Yoongi clenched his jaw at the mobster's actions, clearly displeased with the interruption of his work.

"So what if I am?" He snapped, standing to his feet. "It's none of your business anyway. We aren't friends."

Hoseok frowned, watching as Yoongi made his way to the kitchen.

"You've already done eighteen jobs this month, Yoongi." He stated, "Eighteen!"

"And!?" The assassin spat, grabbing a bottle of whiskey. "I'm moving on with my life, isn't this what you want!? Don't you want me to forget about her!? Don't you want me to act like I don't care that she's dead!?"

Hoseok's eyes widened slightly, his jaw falling slack for only a moment before he was walking towards his friend.

"You know that's not what I want." He gritted. "I know how much she meant to you-to all of us."

Yoongi laughed darkly, head shaking as he took a swing of the bitter alcohol.

"You think you knew her? Do you think that you actually cared about her?" He asked coldly. "The only time any of you wanted her was when she was in that club, dancing. You didn't want to know her as a person. You didn't care about who she was or where she came from. All you wanted to do was get her into bed and f-"

"That's enough." Hoseok growled. "After everything that we went through with her, how can you say that we never cared?"

Yoongi scoffed, running a hand through his hair.

"The only reason you even stuck around so long was because you wanted her just as badly as everyone else." He explained. "You all wanted the same thing and now that she's dead, you're telling me to move on and stop caring for her!"

Yoongi blinked in surprise as Hoseok approached him, hands snatching the whiskey from him and throwing it onto the ground, causing the glass bottle to shatter into millions of pieces.

"You're not the only one who lost her!" Hoseok roared, tears springing to his eyes as he gripped the collar of Yoongi's shirt violently. "She wasn't just some girl to me! She wasn't some girl to any of us, so stop acting like you're the only one who cared, because I can assure you, you aren't."

Yoongi's eyes were wide as he watched a single tear slide down the red-heads face.

"You need to get over yourself." Hoseok snapped, releasing Yoongi's shirt. "She wouldn't want this for you. You won't even go in your bedroom because that's where she slept! I'm not saying that you have to forget her, I'm not even saying that you have to get over her. I'm telling you that you have got to find another way to cope. Drinking yourself to death in this apartment is not going to bring her back and it's time that you know that."

Yoongi readjusted his shirt slowly, chest heaving as he shook his head.

"She was my life." He breathed out slowly. "What am I supposed to do now that she's gone?"

Hoseok sighed, walking back over to the desk and picking up the container of food, extending it to the blue-haired man.

"First; eat. Then; you need a haircut."

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"That's thirty-eight for me and zero for you."

You crossed your arms as Namjoon's condescending voice filled your ears, his dark eyes scanning over your figure, watching as you glared at the anklet that had pestered you since the first day you had arrived.

"I don't see why you keep trying." He continued, hand brushing away a strand of hair from your face softly. "I'll always find you and catch you. You'll never be able to get away, so why force yourself to suffer like this? You know I hate putting you on house arrest."

You rolled your eyes, jerking away from his touch.

"That's a lie." You spat. "We both know that you prefer me to be in this house than anywhere outside."

Namjoon smirked, shrugging his shoulders as he straightened his posture.

"I did tell you to follow the rules, darling." He purred. "It isn't my fault that you constantly break them."

You huffed angrily.

"Actually, it is. If you hadn't kidnapped me, I wouldn't be here and if I weren't here, I wouldn't be trying to escape."

Namjoon chuckled at your words, head shaking slightly.

"I suppose that it true." He breathed. "But, you've been here a month, after thirty-eight attempts, shouldn't you have already figured out that there isn't a way off this island?"

"I'll find a way."

The mob boss raised a brow, stepping closer to you.

"I think it would be best for everyone, if you began to accept the truth," He growled seriously. "It was cute at first-amusing even- to watch you try and escape me...but now, my patience has run thin."

Your eyes hardened on him as he shoved him away, taking a step backwards.

"I don't care about your patience." You snapped. "I don't care if you kill me right now. It would be far better than being stuck here with you."

He let out a low growl, marching towards you, hands gripping your shoulders as he slammed you against the wall of your bedroom.

"You should care." He gritted, eyes cold and dark. "As soon as my patience runs out, so does my mercy."

"I don't need your mercy." You stated.

"Maybe not." He started. "But, Louis does."

Your eyes widened at the mention of the young boy's name.

You hadn't been able to see or speak with him since you had arrived to this hell. Namjoon had deliberately made sure the two of you had no contact whatsoever. It was driving you crazy and he knew that. Maybe he thought that you would be more cooperative with him, so that you could see the young boy, but he was wrong.

All those "escape attempts" weren't at all what he believed them to be. You weren't looking for a way off the island, you were searching for Louis. You had already made a plan and when you actually wanted to escape, you would....and he wouldn't be able to stop you.

"If you even think about putting a hand on him, I'll-"

"You'll what?" Namjoon snapped, grabbing your jaw. "You belong to me, now. If I were you, I'd accept that, before something terrible happens to that child."

You remained silent, eyes giving him a cruel stare that you were sure he could feel.

"It's time that you started taking your roll seriously." He continued. "I've been patient with you long enough. I won't wait much longer for you....I told you I'd make you beg and I will, even if you're begging for Louis' life."

Your jaw tightened as you clenched your fists, trying your best not to slap this man across the face and give him the beating that he deserved.

Namjoon tightened his hold on your face, forcing your eyes to meet his.

"You're mine." You flinched as he planted a kiss to your jaw. "If you ever try to leave me again...

I'll kill him."

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"Are you sure?"

Jungkook's voice was unsteady as he held the phone against his cheek, jaw clenching as he listened to the voice on the other line.

"Yes."

The silver-haired man let out a heavy sigh of relief at his friend's words.

"What should we tell the others?" He asked nervously.

Taehyung sighed over the phone.

"Yoongi isn't in a good place right now." He explained. "I think we should keep this to ourselves for now...at least until we know how to proceed."

Jungkook nodded his head slowly, eyes darting up to the computer screen before him, gaze settling on the red dot that rested in the middle of a small island.

"How do you think they'll react?"

Across town, Taehyung also stared at the same red dot on his own laptop, jaw tightening.

"They'll kill him."

"Not if we get there first."

Taehyung nodded his head.

"Exactly." He breathed. "We'll rip his head off."

Jungkook's eyes darkened.

"We found her."

Taehyung gazed at the blinking red dot.

"We found her."

A/N,

DRAMAAAAAAAA

I'm sorry that it took me so long to update this book. This chapter was so much fun to write and I hope you all enjoyed it.

Yoongi is kinda breaking my heart right now, not gonna lie.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!💜❤️💙💚

Love you!

-Max