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(Taehyung's POV)

"Answer answer answer." I mumbled against my phone that soon said,

"Hey this is Jungkook, blah blah, so leave a message." For the 3rd time. Dammit.

"Jungkook it's been an hour, please answer." I ended the call, looking at the clock uneasily. We're in a foreign country with him not answering his phone.

"He's probably in a bakery somewhere." Hoseok said in hopes of calming me down.

"I didn't know his mom gave it to him!" Yoongi said, replying to Jin who was currently interrogating him.

(Jungkook's POV)

I tugged on my hoodie strings, sighing as I looked up at the sky. Maybe I should go back to the hotel now? I don't have any money and my phone is dead so I can't exactly do anything. But I don't want to go back there.

He didn't know my mom gave it to me, how could he. But I still hate him, there was no reason to like him. Except maybe that he makes my best friend happy...but I feel like being petty.

I looked around, a little movie theatre to my right, which I had only seen 1 person go into. There was an apartment building in front of me, a few of the widows boarded up. I hadn't even walked that far but I guess I got to the bad side of town.

I was about to begin walking back in the direction I came when a black SUV pulled around the corner at full speed. The screeching sound it made while turning was especially loud since this place was basically abandoned.

Much to my surprise/dismay the car pulled up right in front of me, the back door opening as a girl appeared above the door. Her hair was slicked into a black ponytail. Her face young yet hard.

"Get in the car."

My eyes widened at her demand. The hell is going on? I looked back, no one was there. I looked back at her, debating if I should run or something, but she didn't seem really threatening, that is before she sighed and disappeared back in the car for a second only to appear once again.

"Get in the fucking car, Jungkook." She pointed to gun at my head.

(Taehyung's POV)

"That's how you'll apologize. No sarcasm or insensitivity."

"Fine! Can I sleep now? You've been drilling me for over 2 hours!" Yoongi whined, falling back on the bed. Jin nodded, deciding that was enough. Just as the older was about to close his eyes both of our phones chimed.

"Ugh." He groaned while I pulled at my phone, the unknown number making my eyebrow raise. I went to the text message, one photo with one word under it.

My heart dropped as I looked at the photo,

"Oh fuck!" Yoongi yelled, my eyes not leaving my phone, but somehow already knowing he got the same thing.

It was a photo of Jungkook, tied to a bed. His eyes were red and puffy like he'd been crying. There was a gag in his mouth, luckily it didn't look like the person had physically harmed him but-

"What is it?" Someone was leaning over my shoulder, I turned off my phone, turning to Yoongi who was already grabbing the keys.

"Stay here." I instructed to the others, leaving them in confusion as Yoongi and I ran out of the hotel room. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing, who would do that? We're in Rome, was it someone trying to get ransom money? I had a bad feeling, like it was even worse than that. I only hoped they didn't hurt him.

When we got to the car, my phone rang, a different number than before.

"Taehyung?" His voice was shakily and scared, his tone only making my blood boil.

"Are you hurt-"

"I'll send you the address, you and Yoongi come alone. No weapons, no tricks, or we'll hurt him...maybe kill him if I'm up for it." A woman's voice laughed in the background, the man on the phone ending the call, but not before I heard Jungkook scream.

This wasn't just so random person, they knew our names, they weren't asking for money. This must have to do with 552, something gang related.

***

"You need to calm down."

"...shut the fuck up." My stress and anxiety was going up, my self control going down. My leg bounced up and down while Yoongi sped across town.

"You go in there with nerves and do something irrational, Jungkook could get hurt." Yoongi tried to get me to breath but it was if my throat was closing. He finally got to the address, not even stopping the car quite yet before I got out.

We were on the other side of the city. The old vineyard was huge but the house in front of us was small. Yoongi stepped in front of me, stepping towards the house with the open door. There weren't any other houses for at least a mile.

Throughout all my life, the gang, I never ever wanted to kill anyone. I don't want to now, but whoever's behind this, when I get my hands on them,

I don't know what will happen, but I'll make sure they wish they were dead.