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bambam returns from the bathroom and sees namjoon nowhere in sight. he looks towards the bar, nothing. the dance floor, nothing. the entrance, nothing. back door, nothing. he asked around for a little bit until he did see namjoon's face mask thrown about near a back table.
holy fuck. bambam began to panic. he runs over to jackson and mark with namjoon's mask in his hand.
"HE'S GONE!" jackson and mark turned around and saw bambam's teary eyes and him clutching a face mask. he smelt like panic, it was overwhelming his own caramel scent.
"bammie calm down." jackson pulled him into his lap while mark stroked his hair. "who's gone?"
"namjoon." jackson and mark eyes widened. "i-i went to the bathroom and when i came back, i couldn't find him anywhere, nowhere! then i saw his face mask on the ground near a table in the back."
it was not like namjoon's face mask was some regular face mask, it was black with 'KNJ' written on the strings of the masks. it smelt like him too, the cotton candy scent slowly fading out.
bambam held the mask of his best friend, hoping he was just somewhere in the bar.
"fuck." jackson stated. "even though i know he's going to kill us, we have to call yoongi."
bambam held back his sobs as he nodded. they had to, without the dimpled omega, The Black Dragons would be lost.
✧
it was around midnight when bambam's contact lit up yoongi's phone. he was drinking some water, as he was going parched after having a screaming match with jin over the best nintendo character.
"finally..." yoongi groaned. he had hoped bambam called to say they were safely on their way back.
"hey bammie." yoongi said calmly into the phone. "you guys on your way home?" the other side of the call was silent. yoongi throat tightened when bambam didn't answer.
"c-could you get the rest of your pack members and put me on speaker for you all?" yoongi did not want to assume the worst and just went upstairs to the nest, to find all his pack members sprawled out but leaving namjoon's designated spot empty.
panic wafted into the room as yoongi entered. the game paused and everyone's eyes were on their pack alpha.
"bambam needs to tell us all something." the men crowded around the phone, waiting for bambam. "bammie? what happened?"
the line was quiet for a few seconds. "I AM SO SORRY! WE LOOKED AWAY FOR A SECOND AND HE WAS GONE!" bambam began to sob into the phone, and that's when jimin began to speak.
"hey...hey bammie? listen to me, yeah? breathe baby just breathe. in and out." jimin breathes slowly and deeply, bambam doing the same. "where is jackson and mark?" jimin questioned.
"they are talking to the bar's security and the bodyguards you guys sent." bambam voice sounded so timid and anxiety filled.
jungkook had began to put the pieces together slowly. "wait a second...bambam who's gone?"
"JOONIE! SOMEONE TOOK HIM!" bambam yelled into the phone.
the pack was silent. the room was silent except for bambam's continuous pleads of mercy and string of apologies. everything seemed like a haze to the 6 of them, each remembering the moments before namjoon wallked out the door.
finally jin spoke up. "send us the address to the place. now." jin hung up the phone and set it down.
then the panic and anger set in.
jimin broke out in sobs while taehyung comforted him.
jin and hoseok just sat there. hoseok's hands were shaking aggressively.
jungkook threw all the controllers at the walls along with the console. he walked up to yoongi and got into his face, anger taking on his inner instinct.
"IF YOU DIDNT LET HIM GO MAYBE HE WOULD BE HERE." jungkook yelled. him and yoongi were growling at each other, waiting to see who would pounce first.
yoongi was about to do a little more than just scold jungkook when there was a knock at the door.
hoseok, being the closest to the door had been given a box by one of the maids. she said it had been left at the front gate.
hoseok set the box down shakily and inside the box was a photo. a photo of namjoon. his hands were chained above his head. his face was tear streaked and his mouth was gagged. his jacket and shoes were gone. his fishnet stocking was torn and worst of all his entire neck and collarbone were covered with hickeys.
each member was visibly angry now. their namjoon. their omega covered in someone else's marks and kisses.
on the back of the photo it said "i want 1.8 billion dollars in 10 days or he dies. please come fast Black Dragons, there is no telling what my men might be tempted to do."
"find him, her, whoever it is. i want them dead." yoongi's eyes turned cold and walked out the room, his boys following right behind him.
✧
namjoon stirred when he woke up. he was struggling against the chains and groaning with the gag in his mouth.
then it all came rushing back. the men. the phone call. the rag. everything. he frantically pulled on the chains making a loud rattling sound.
the door to the outside opened and in walked a tall man with a fine face and black bangs swooped to the side. he flashed a pearly smile before caressing namjoon's face.
namjoon turned his face away before muffling out inaudible words. the mystery man pulled down the gag from his mouth.
"yoongi will murder you." namjoon stared.
the man chuckled softly, "not if he wants you alive baby boy."
"w-who are you?"
"here's johnny!" the man laughed loudly before leaving and closing the door behind him, darkening the room.
