One Sister, Seven Brothers, and More Memories {BTS}

Kidnapped (Part Three)

"I don't feel like eating," Taehyung pouted, pushing his full plate forward to the middle of the wooden table. A few of his siblings did the same and they all sighed collectively.

"What if they know she snitched and they don't come?" Jin asked, mindlessly cutting his food. He appetite was also gone, but he didn't want to waste his money's worth.

Yoongi shrugged. "I mean we tried. If they don't show up, then I guess we're back at square one."

Jimin leaned over the side of the table, keeping a close eye on the entrance the restaurant. "No sign of her yet."

"They did say 10," Hoseok noted. "It's fifteen 'til."

Jungkook aimlessly swirled the spoon in his hand around the soup he had in front of him. "We can only hope that they show up."

Namjoon nodded. "Just keep a look out. She'll turn up eventually."

"Maybe it's a drug deal," Yoongi said, not raising any spirits. "I would show up early, just saying."

"Maybe they're already here," Jin piped up.

Jimin shook his head. "The only girl I've seen that looks even close to her is over there with what I'm assuming are her parents."

Hoseok followed Jimin's gaze. "She has a tattoo on her calf, though."

"That's I mean," Jimin replied. "That's not her."

A few minutes passed by and the door at the entrance swung open. Jimin carefully watched as two men entered. They looked like people you wouldn't want to mess with. They had bulging muscles under their shirts and they were taller than any of Jimin's siblings. One had a scar under his eye and Jimin felt intimdated, despite being hidden behind a few rows of booths.

And then a girl entered behind them. She was much shorter than the men and her hair was straigtened. She wore a lavender floral short that was was the shoulders and hung just above her cleavage. A pair of white shorts hung on her hips and they were much, much shorter than they probably should have been. She wore a pair of strappy sandals and the few pieces of jewelry she wore shimmered in the light around her. Her face was smothered in makeup and her colored lips her pressed into a line, giving off that she really didn't want to be here.

"Funny," Jimin muttered as he watched the girl tug at her shorts. "She looks a lot like (Y/N)."

And that caught everyone else's attention. The table fell silent as each Kim examined the young girl.

"I would know my sister even if she was caked in dog poop," Namjoon hissed. "That's her."

"My baby," Taehyung whined. "She's not wearing Gucci."

"So now what?" Jin asked, leaning forward, his siblings doing the same. "Just sit around? How are we supposed to subtly get her away from them?"

"Maybe she'll go to the bathroom and then we can get her then?" Hoseok asked.

"Or I can just go beat them up," Jungkook suggested.

"Jungkook, they're like three times your size," Jimin disagreed.

"Yeah, they would beat you to a pulp before you could do anything," Namjoon chuckled.

Jungkook snapped his fingers before he smiled widely as he did finger guns toward his brother. "Distractions."

"He has a point," Taehyung noted. "But I want all of us to come out of this alive."

"Are you saying we won't?"