Victim | YOONSEOK ✔

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"And you fucking tell me this now?!" Hoseok screeched, trying not to lose driving control.

"What? I didn't want to go before but now I do, so let me fucking out." Yoongi said, "Pretty please." He added after Hoseok ignored him.

"You're such a dick, you know that?" Hoseok said, "And so fucking annoying."

"Fuck you. Let me out or I'll piss right here." Yoongi threatened.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Hoseok asked, glancing at Yoongi in disgust from the rear view mirror. Yoongi stuck his tongue out at him.

"I need to fucking pee, Jung." Yoongi whined.

"You're such a fucking child." Hoseok groaned in frustration, turning the car around.

"Drive faster, you bitch. And I'm not a child." Yoongi huffed.

"For fuck's sake, why did he choose me out of all people to kidnap you?" Hoseok muttered.

"You deserve it." Yoongi said, "Now fucking drive faster."

"You want fast, you little shit? I'll give you fast." Hoseok slammed the pedal, the car shot forwards as Yoongi crashed backwards into the seat.

"OWW!" Yoongi screamed. The handcuffs had slammed into his torso, an extreme wave of pain shooting from his wrist.

Yoongi whimpered as Hoseok drifted the car, the tires squealing loudly as the car turned and shot forwards into the parking lot.

Hoseok parked the car, and turned the engine off. He turned around to look at Yoongi whose eyes were squeezed shut in silent agony.

"You... okay?" Hoseok asked. Although he didn't care about Yoongi whatsoever, you would still be atleast a little worried if you saw someone hurting.

"Does it look like I'm fucking okay?" Yoongi inquired. "Open the fucking car, I need to take a piss."

Hoseok unlocked the doors, as Yoongi got out. He walked towards the restaurant, Hoseok following him.

A young couple looked at them in concern, "Is he... handcuffed?" The woman asked.

"Hel-"

"Uh well yes, he likes it. He has a weird um.. kink." Hoseok interrupted, glaring holes at Yoongi who shut up. The blonde's ears glowed red.

"Um... okay." The couple did not look convinced but they slowly walked away, concern decorating their faces.

"What the fuc- kink. I don't have kinks, you asshole-"

"Shut up. I don't fucking care if you have any kinks or not." The tips of Hoseok's ears turned pink.

"I don't have any kinks-" Yoongi exclaimed.

"I don't fucking care." Hoseok cut him off, as the two entered the restaurant.

"Fuck you, Jung." Yoongi muttered, as the waitress approached them.

"Hello, gentlemen. Can I get you a tabl- are you handcuffed?" The woman asked in shock. "Is that um... normal?"

Yoongi opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Hoseok yet again. He didn't like being interrupted.

"Yep. Perfectly normal. My friend here has some unusual kinks." Hoseok explained, as the waitress looked confused.

"I don't have kin-"

"You like it, don't you?" Hoseok asked with a bright fake smile, pinching Yoongi's abdomen as the waitress regarded them with a weird look.

"Uh- I-"

"Why don't I just get you table?" The woman chirped, leading the two towards an empty table for two. "What would you like, sirs?"

Yoongi was about to say something but Hoseok kicked his shin from under the table. Yoongi winced, kicking Hoseok back.

"Ouc- uh- we'll just have water, thanks." Hoseok faked. "Oh and before you go, can you tell me where the bathroom is?"

"Sure, it's right there." The woman pointed towards the restroom, walking away with a confused look.

"Ow! What the fuck was that for?" Yoongi asked.

"You were being stupid." Hoseok said.

"Listen here, bitch. I need to fucking pee so let me out of these cuffs." Yoongi lifted his hands.

"No fucking way." Hoseok spoke, looking at the people sitting around them, busy in their own conversations. The restaurant had customers but not too many. "If you're gonna go take a piss, it will be with the cuffs."

"I fucking hate you so much." Yoongi groaned, his stomach grumbling in hunger as he hadn't eaten anything since the fucking cereal.

Hoseok had noticed, "If you promise not to be a bitch, I'll get us some food." He offered.

Yoongi wanted to decline, he did not want to listen to Hoseok in any single way but his empty stomach said otherwise.

"Fine." Yoongi got up, but before he could walk towards the bathroom, Hoseok grabbed his arm and pulled him towards himself.

"If you even think about escaping," Hoseok whispered into Yoongi's ear, the blond boy shuddering slightly. "Well, let's just say I won't be so nice anymore, Min."

Yoongi gulped, nodding and making his way towards the bathroom.

He stood in the cubicle, struggling to unzip his pants as a brilliant idea struck him.

He would secretly tell someone in the restaurant about his current situation.

Yes, he knew Hoseok had warned him but he was a bad bitch and did not like listening to orders.

He would then create a distraction, all of this without Hoseok noticing, and it would be just long enough for Yoongi to escape and run far away from this restaurant.

Then all he would have to do is find someone who recognized him (which wouldn't be too hard to find) and get a ride back home.

Yoongi noticed that he hadn't heard from his family in a long time. Did they even notice he was gone?

Yoongi flushed the toilet, struggling but barely managing to properly fix his pants. He walked out of the bathroom, peeking at Hoseok who seemed to be busy with something on his phone. He didn't notice Yoongi.

Yoongi's eyes suddenly fell upon the TV mounted on the restaurant's wall. The news channel was on and a breaking news had just broken through.

"Breaking news," The reporter spoke, "Richest businessman, Mr. Min of Min Industries, has been found to report his son, Min Yoongi missing. He says, he couldn't find his son anywhere in the morning."

Yoongi scoffed. Like his father even cared.

The news proceeded to show a live.

"My son. My son, Yoongi. Where is he? How did this happen? I want him back." Yoongi's father sobbed pathetically, Yoongi rolling his eyes. He was obviously acting.

Yoongi saw his step-mother and Seokjin teary-eyed on one side. Yeojin was obviously a faking the entire thing, however, Seokjin was not.

Yoongi had seen his step-brother cry before, and his heart had hurt seeing Seokjin that way. And Yoongi knew, that Seokjin was indeed crying. Unlike his fake parents.

Yoongi's fists curled into a ball, his fingernails digging into his palms. He hated his dad and Yeojin more than hell, but he did not like seeing his step-brother cry.

And he would do all in his power to stop him from shedding tears.

It was time for him to escape.

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a/n:

will yoongi's plan work? 👀👀👀