Hi everyone ? I wrote this story for my fellow K-pop messes and they all insisted I upload it on to Wattpad so I'm going to. THIS story is an AU fanfic for GOT7 and a few other groups that I really love❤ the main groups are GOT7, obviously, and TWIC...
Hiiiiiiiii... Please bare with my long chapter and any spelling mistakes I am not feeling to good so I haven't had the energy to cross check everything >o<. Enjoy
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His head was spinning, everything was. The moment the prince opened his eyes, his temple throbbed and he thought he was going to vomit at whatever stench he was inhaling. Someone was calling him, but he couldn't respond. His body was numb, his ears were ringing and he couldn't speak.
"Hyung! Come on hyung, wake up!" It was Jackson's voice, that was the only thing the prince could determine, he couldn't tell where his friend was or where he was. It was so dark and his head felt like it was swimming in a sea of pain. He eventually got a hold of his senses and tried to move around only to realize his hands were shackled behind him.
"Dammit," he cursed, trying to yank his hands out of the chains, "what the hell happened?" The last thing the prince remembered was leading the way down a narrow tunnel before Nayoung let out a scream and his vision went black.
"We were ambushed," Jackson said, "some sort of smoke encased us and we all went down."
"Is everyone alright."
"For now. We won't be when she returns." Nayoung responded, the fear in her voice evident.
"Now who's being negative?" Jungkook said, Nayoung hissed at him.
"Is everyone alive and conscious? Where's Jinyoung?" Mark enquired, squinting his eyes in an attempt to see.
"Jinyoung, come on buddy, it's just you left wake up!" Jinyoung didn't respond.
"Hyung?" Yugyeom called again, no answer.
"Nayoung, how many figures can you count right now?" the hybrid shuffled in her restraints before counting her companions one by one.
"Including myself it's 6."
"Crap, Jinyoung's not here." It made sense, that she would separate the mage from the rest of them. Jinyoung was the strongest, Mark had no doubt in his mind that the witch knew that.
"Where are we Nayoung-ssi?" Jackson asked as he grasped blindly in the dirt and what he hoped wasn't shit for something to pick the lock on his chains.
"A hole, 20 feet deep. She had her guard dogs threw us down here before climbing down stairs and chaining us to the wall. I wouldn't feel around like that if I were you. This is where she chucks the remains of what she eats." Jackson would've jumped up had he not been restrained.
"Gross, nasty, vile, disgusting, repulsive, I am going to throw up." Namjoon rolled his eyes at his leader.
"Stop being a baby and keep looking. If we can find a bone fragment thin enough we can use it as a key." There was silence but Mark was sure Jackson's expressions were not pleased about the idea of rummaging through the remains of other people and hybrids.
