'Time passes by so quickly when you're happy or enjoying yourself and yet you're able to feel every second, as the clock tick and tocks when you're life's not going well enough.

But you know one thing...every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every week, every month, and every year...they don't always remain the same. Time does pass, slowly or quickly, but it does, and things go up and down too...and so, never lose hope in any of the times.'

Jungkook had no idea how much time had passed by. No idea, whether it was evening or morning. No idea whether he was alive or dead. All he knew, was that he would soon be sold off.

However, there was a tiny spark, somewhere deep inside his scarred heart, a tiny spark that carried hope, that he'd be saved. Right now, if you'd ask him, what he wants, happiness or safety? He'd choose the latter, cause the first will be directly achieved once he'd be safe.

His arms and legs were numb and even his neck felt like it was broken. His clothes were still wet, his head clouded with what seemed like an endless train of muddled-up thoughts and emotions. His heart no longer felt that it once beat against the walls, rather, it felt suffocated and numb.

He knew nothing, nothing at all except that he had now begun to hear some faint noises, voices, laced with excitement? Yeah, sure, he was being sold off, for maybe lump some amount of money or maybe for drugs.

He tried, tried to open his eyes and look, but he could gain no energy. Not having eaten anything for 2 days straight, not even a single drop of water passed through his throat, it was all like a real nightmare, one happening with open eyes. Oh boy, how bad he wanted this to end.

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The general police officer and a troop of soldiers stood in front of BTS. The plan was ready, none of the six boys had slept the last night, for they were too busy making up, forming, and recreating a plan, a solid plan, that had a 99% chance of success. Forget the rest 1%, for it didn't matter, at least right now, when their eyes shone with the burning rage wanting nothing but vengeance.

GENERAL- We'll surely do our best, V, don't worry.

V or Tae simply smirked and nodded, the evil smirk perfectly hidden under his mask. Dressed in black, top to bottom, with aviator black glasses held on his pointy nose, he looked over to his Hyungs, who were all set, waiting by their bulletproof black van.

V- Thanks, general. Just remember to follow the plan, and nothing would go wrong.- His tone was no longer cold, but like a combination of ice and fire. His eyes were bloodshot, no, not cause he was afraid or sad but because of the fire within his heart.

Fire, can turn everything and everyone into ash if not controlled.

The general simply nodded and headed to the troop's van. While V headed to the rest of the boys.

JM- Ready, are you?

V- As of course. Come on, let's go, we need to hide on time too.

The others nodded and sat inside, as Jimin began to drive.

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Yugyeom was standing, a few feets away from the basement's door. He stood there, on guard, but oh, only if they knew, that there was soon going to be a blast. Boom! And everything would change. He smiled slightly under his mask and looked over to his right, where another 2 feet away, his boyfriend stood. They had eye contact for about 2 seconds before they looked straight in the direction where the big gate opened, and there came the fat ass, his belt stuck on the front inside his pant, wearing a yellow shirt, matching his teeth. He walked, more like trotted, his heavy footsteps making their way towards the basement's door, where Jungkook was, in darkness, two of his men following from behind, holding flashlights.

???- HELLLOOOO JEONN!!! HOW ARE YOU DOING? -That's what Yugyeom heard, before the basement's door closed. His nerves twitched as he prayed, for the boss not to do anything more to the already suffering poor boy in there.

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The ones who were guarding stood aside and the boss went closer, chuckling to himself and muttering a few words that weren't clear enough. However, soon, he held the boy by his hair.

He said something and then let Jungkook's head loll down.

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It was 9 around the night, and darkness engulfed the area. Dark, was all the others would see but not for the boys as BTS watched with their laser glasses, everything that was happening around the warehouse. There were no windows, no sign of any light, but there was an orangish-yellow glow, inside, the lamps. It was all like an abandoned building in the late 1900s except it was the present. BTS watched like hawks waiting for their prey, mics, and earpieces attached.

SUGA- That's the car, right. Follow it. -he said as soon as he saw a vehicle approaching.

V pointed his gun, aiming straight at the army green SUV, and 'boom' as the tracker attached itself to the back of the SUV.

V- Track it.

HOSEOK- Right on it.

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HOSEOK- Okay, here it goes.

They shifted their eyes to the computer screen, as the SUV made its way through the warehouse gates and inside it. There was a camera attached to the tracker, which helped them to see the area as well as the way security is being managed. Three big doors, and then came the main inside of the warehouse in view. There were guards all around, three tunnels going straight into darkness, in all different directions, just like a maze. And so, BTS formulated a plan as soon as the SUV stopped and the people got off.

Alright.

V- On the count of three. *into the mic* 3! 2! 1! NOW!

It took them just a minute, as they dashed in separate directions, all running so fast yet being able to hide from being caught, it seemed like a tiger searching for prey, except this time it was a whole group of hungry animals. (SOUNDS FAR-FETCHED, BUT OKAY, KEKE~)

V- Wait for the signal, hide!

All of them hid, in their own locations.

That's when the red dot appeared on their wristbands.

V- Now! *into the mic*

Silent gunshots(guns with silencers), a few kicks, cracked up bones and slow groans were all it took before the guards in their own separate areas were on the ground.

Another blue dot appeared on their wristbands, the sign from none other than Yugyeom's boyfriend who had his place in the control rooms, checking the cameras and keeping up with BTS.

NAMJOON- *into the mic* I'm entering.

SUGA- Carefu-shit!

Sirens began as Namjoon touched the gates. He hid immediately, but...siren meant alert for everyone who was in the meeting, inside.

Alert.