BTS Kidnapped!

BTS Kidnapped! Part Eleven by Sandra & Kaelyn

Mathan stood quietly in the back of the room as their team leader berated two of his men.

"What the fuck were you two thinking! When I said to punish them if they caused problems, I meant a few punches, kicks, maybe a broken finger or toe. At no time did I say ANY of you could rape one of them. Those boys are no good to us if they are so broken that they can't be returned." The Leader growled at the stupidity these two were showing. "What about you, Mathan?"

Startled at the sound of his name, Mathan looked at their leader, a man he had the misfortune of calling Father.

"Sir?" He questioned.

"Were you a part of this?" His father demanded.

"No sir, I was not. I was in the control room monitoring the web, news, law enforcement, both Korean and international as well as the fan sites. Then I went to gather the utensils the boys needed to make dinner. It was when I got to the room that I noticed one of them was missing. I radioed and was told that the BTS member Yoongi had acted out and been placed in a solitary room for a few hours to quiet him down."

Mathan managed to keep his growing contempt, not only for the men in this room but the mission as a whole out of his voice. He couldn't stop his mind from flashing on the memory of Seokjin Kim and the hate directed at him; well not only him but that gaze had burn into Mathan as the young man had thrust the container with the cooking utensils into his chest. The beautiful young man had whispered something under his breath at Mathan, "GAE-SAE-KKI".

"It is time for me to relieve Uncle Carl in the control room and send him on your errand, if you are done with me?" Mathan asked his father.

"Yes. Go. I still need to have a talk with these two idiots."

Mathan was out the door before his father finished his sentence.

In the control room Carl had just finished reviewing all the data from the sim card of Namjoon Kim's phone. They had destroyed all of BTS' phones but kept the cards for the contact information, but Carl was trolling the pictures; always looking for one sweet face in particular. Every picture of Jungkook fired his blood more and more.

He put the sim card belonging to Jimin Park into the computer and started the program that would bypass any encryption; he waited impatiently to see what kind of pictures the little piece of shit had of the angel Carl wanted for himself. He gave a small jerk when the computer beeped indicating that the information on the card was ready to be viewed. As he had done with the others, he downloaded the photos to his personal tablet to look at, at his leisure. He had a feeling that those photos would be far more personal and intimate, and it made him hate the boy Jimin even more.

He had just put his tablet away when his nephew walked in.

"Daddy hand you your ass?" Carl sneered.

Mathan wasn't entirely sure why but every time he was around this man now he wanted to kill him. Just take a knife and slit his fucking throat. He was growing concerned about the amount of attention that Carl paying to BTS and after what had just happened to the boy Yoongi; Mathan decided to keep a closer eye on the boys of BTS and protect them when he could.

"My ass is just fine, thanks for asking....Uncle Carl." Mathan knew that Carl hated being called uncle because they were not that far apart in age and being addressed like that made him feel old. "Your shift is done. Dad wants you to make a supply run, he'll have the list for you in his office."

"Whatever....." Carl snarled as he bumped into Mathan pushing him to the side as he walked out the control room door.

 "Gae-sae-kki." Mathan taunted at Carl's back, then slammed the door. He had looked up the Korean that Jin had whispered at him and yes, Carl was a son of a bitch.