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Something wet hit Yoongi’s face. He tried to turn away but the movement was sluggish, heavy. Trying to open his eyes was worse, he registered light but couldn’t place where he was. He could hear water falling. He was wet but not cold, warm water ran across his body - his naked body. Adrenaline peeled open his eyes, all he could see was white. His vision blurred as he tried to look around. Someone was shushing him as the water continued to run over his body. He recognised the voice but couldn’t place it. It wasn’t one of the members, nor any of their managers. Why was it so difficult to think, to move? As he was trying to place the voice, he felt something rough on his arm - up and down, up and down. Next arm - up and down, up and down. He could smell… soap? Was someone washing him? Again he struggled to move and someone shushed him, stilled his attempts to push them away. Whatever he’d been given, for he knew he had been drugged, was starting to take hold again and his adrenaline and fear were no match for it.
He was more clear headed when he woke the second time. He couldn’t feel any pain nor discomfort, in fact, he was lying comfortably on a bed. He was also dressed in something soft. Before opening his eyes he lay still, listening for any hint as to where he was, but it was quiet. He opened his eyes to a comfortable looking room. Apart from the single bed he was on, there was a wardrobe and a bedside table with a light. The curtains were drawn and the bedroom door was closed. Glancing down at himself he saw he was wearing a generic grey tracksuit.
He felt a little dizzy when he sat up but it passed almost immediately. He checked the door, locked as expected, but he also couldn’t hear anything on the other side. The window was boarded up behind the curtain. The wardrobe had more of the grey tracksuits - tops and bottoms only. The bedside table didn’t have a drawer and the light worked. The bed was basic as well with a fitted sheet, blanket and pillow. He paced a bit rubbing the back of his neck when he noticed something off about himself. His hair felt odd - his hair had been cut. It felt very short and, he noted as he patted himself down, his earrings were missing.
Someone had kidnapped him, washed him and cut his hair. What else had they done? What else were they planning on doing? He couldn’t see any camera but still felt like he was being watched. As the drugs left his system, and his mind became clearer, he felt panic raising - where the hell was he? What had happened? How had he got here?
Yoongi didn’t clearly recall grabbing the blanket and scrambling under the bed. He lay a long time cocooned under the bed, listening, waiting, chewing at his nails. He wasn’t sure but at one point he thought he dozed off and woke with a jolt thinking he had heard something. But the quiet continued.
When he did hear something from beyond the door, his heart thumped in his heart and he felt chill even though he was swathed in the blanket. It wasn’t long after that, the door opened. The feet that paused in the doorway were small and covered in socks. They didn’t pause long before coming directly to the bed. Yoongi recoiled as much as he could before a young woman’s face peered at him.
“What are you doing under there, Min Yoongi?”
It was the same voice from the shower - light and full of concern. The one he recognised but couldn’t place. Her face was familiar as well, he’d seen her round Big Hit - he was sure of that.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“I came to give you some water and something to eat,” she said.
“No,” said Yoongi. “Why am I here?”
“Oh, don’t worry,” she said making him worry more. “It’s nothing sinister. I’m going to save you.”
“Save me?”
She hummed a couple of bars from “Save Me” with a giggle before nodding.
Yoongi couldn’t retreat any further.
“I was listening,” she said softly. “I heard your call. You want to be free of Kpop so I’m going to save you.”