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“HYUNG!” A terrified maknae shrieked, causing all of the members to break out of the group hug.
The lights were on the slightest bit more, so the shapes were a little easier distinguishable. This meant that they could easily tell that there were more staff members than all of the other attacks.
“JUNGKOOK-AH!” Namjoon yelled. A tone in his voice that none of the members had never heard before, despite living with the man for almost eight years.
They heard loud, fast footsteps as the leader sprinted towards the youngest, it was clear to see that they were both terrified, though one much more than the other.
“HYUNGIE!” The terrified youngest screamed. The members could see the large mass of bodies that the leader was running to were slowly moving towards the exit, facing very little resistance.
Jungkook was losing
He couldn’t take what he now realized were more than three staff members
He needed Namjoon and he needed him now.
His blood was in his ears, drowning out any trace of safety for him. All he could focus on was the ringing in his ears and all of the hands grabbing him and pulling.
Jungkook let out a louder, more terrified scream when he felt his arms grabbed and forced behind his back. He was starting to hyperventilate, this was way worse than he thought.
He felt a familiar plastic being wound around and fastened around his wrists, keeping his arms in the same position that was cramping his shoulders.
“HYUNGIE PLEASE!”
Namjoon finally slowed down his steps when he made it to the mass horde. He was too angry to think clearly right now.
His baby was hysterically screaming in fear
Nobody could calm him down
He felt like the alpha wolf, his job to protect and defend
“HYUNG!”
The rescuer
“HYUNGIE PLEASE!”
The savior
“HELP!”
Heck, he would do just about anything to have Jungkook back in his arms.
But he knew no one would do it for him
So he would have to do it himself.
“HYUNGIE THEY’VE TIED MY WRISTS!”
…….OH
Oh that was the last straw
He surged forward into the crowd, bravery and strength that he never knew he possessed in such levels surged through him.
“JUNGKOOKIE, I’M COMING!”
Okay he needed to make a very quick plan, he had 30 seconds left after checking the clock.
The plan was simple
Remove all staff members needed to be able to repossess the maknae
Protect maknae at all costs
Simple
Then he should start with step one
The closest staff member to him was standing aimlessly beside the horde, they didn’t look very busy, so it wasn’t catastrophic to grab them by the shoulders and shove them away.
The person let out a small sound of surprise, they went to return to their job, when they ran face-to-chest with a furious leader.
A furious hyung
They then thought better of their decision and swiftly left the room in a record of two seconds.
The next staff member
Oh gosh
Namjoon could see him in the darkness, thankfully it wasn’t as dark as when they started.
He could see the staff member holding Jungkook by the shoulders
And shoving him at the exit.
If there weren’t cameras around and these people weren’t staff members, he would pound them all into the ground
When the person brought their hands back, prepping for a strong push, Namjoon grabbed them and pushed THEM in the opposite direction of his baby.
Next
Three staff members left
Wait
A thought hit him that made his furious hot blood run cold
Jungkook stopped screaming
Why had Jungkook stopped screaming
There were still sounds of struggling, so he didn’t pass out… yet. But he wasn’t screaming.
Visions of his little baby, the smallest member in the group, Jimin, with tape over his mouth, brought him back to reality.
If that happened to Jungkook...
This needed to end now
Three staff members or not, he didn’t care.
They were touching Jungkook, so they had to go.
He reached into the horde of people, and immediately knew which one was his baby.
He felt the soft, long hair that he grew to love, he slid his hands down the maknae’s face, the muscles were tense there, as if trying to get away from Namjoon’s hands.
He whispered a little “it’s me baby… it’s me”
The muscles relaxed, probably the pet name is what did it.
He felt the high cheek bones, the sharp jawline, he moved his hands inward until they touched
A piece of tape
The small whimper Jungkook made was enough to send him into rage mode against the offending staff members.
He wound his hands gently but strongly around the tiny waist that the maknae possessed. The one that fans ogled about, the one that they all loved.
When his hands wound around the lithe waist, his hands reached something that seemed to be attached to his back, but when he examined it, he discovered it to be the maknae’s wrists bound behind his back.
Now THAT was the last straw
He fastened his arms tight around his baby’s figure.
And pulled.
The staff members weren’t expecting this, so the boy was released rather easily.
He pulled the maknae back and quickly pushed him behind his chest, ready to deflect any staff members that were underestimating the power of a protective hyung.
But there was no need
The lights went on
Namjoon twirled around, bracing himself for the sight that he was dreading.
His little baby wasn’t crying, he looked like he wanted to, but he wasn’t.
The gray tape looks horrible beside the boy’s gorgeous face, so he very gently peeled it off, similarly to how Jungkook himself pulled the tape off of Jimin.
Jungkook gasped for air once his mouth was free. He was too panicked earlier to get proper breaths through his nose.
Namjoon held his hand out towards the general direction of the rest of the members, and a pair of scissors that were earlier used were placed in his hands.
“Imma free your hands real quick, okay baby?” He asked the younger boy in front of him.
Jungkook just nodded and whispered a small “okay” that tugged on Namjoon’s heartstrings.
He gently walked around the boy and did quick work of the plastic holding his wrists together. Something twisting in his gut at the sight of Jungkook not being able to move his wrists, just laying limply against his back. His head was drooping on his chest, the muscular and tough maknae had seldom looked this vulnerable.
The scissors cut through the plastic easily, but the real problem was the lines in his baby’s wrists from where the tie was digging too tight.
Were Jimin’s wrists like this too?
He walked back over so he was face-to-face with Jungkook. The boy was looking at his with the uttermost awe in his eyes, like he had saved his life or something.
Little did he know
That’s exactly what Jungkook thought.
The younger quickly threw himself into the leader’s chest. Giving the leader the tightest hug he’d ever had received.
“Thank you”
“Of course baby”
When he looked over Jungkook’s shoulder he realized something was different.
All the cameras were gone
He looked to Seokjin for some reason, and Jin smugly lifted up some memory cards from his pocket.
Namjoon’s eyes widened as a realization hit him. This had all been on camera.
Jimin
Yoongi
Taehyung
Jungkook
All of their pain and suffering and fear from today would have been published and released to the world to see.
He should've known that Seokjin wouldn’t let them
They would just wipe the memory cards and then give them to Taehyung for his camera.
He could tell that Tae was thinking the same thing with the smirk on his face.
Yes, today was a scary day. But they were together, they couldn’t have done it by themselves. They all saved each other.
“Come on,” he whispered into the ear of the younger boy who was still clinging to his hyung in pure relief.
“Let’s go home.”