Where the hell were they taking him? He went down stairs, he had like a billion doors open and close. What was this? Some hicks murder ranch. He cringed into himself as he felt the knife get close to his face again, trying to pull away and making fearful little noises, flinching every time the knife got close. When the tape was ripped off, he screamed out and his eyes welled with tears.

"Ow! You bastard!" That probably took some hair out with it. He licked his lips and snarled up at this arrogant fucker. "Do you have any idea how screwed you are? You're in so much trouble. Just wait. My daddy will know and he'll come."

Well. His men would. His dad was busy. Technically he hadn't seen his dad in months but it was certain that someone would notice. Pursuing his lips, he drew all the moisture into his mouth and spat blindly towards where Hobi's voice came from.

"Fuck you!"

Jungkook looked up from the gun he was cleaning, smiling faintly at Tae before clearing his throat when Tae went the wrong way. "Nope, that's the closet. Other way, TaeTae. Suga is in the living room, brooding."