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dancinglikebutterflywings · 27 days ago

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Runaway Kidnapping - Part 01: Murder Plot

-> Pairing: Non-Idol!Min Yoongi x Ex-Girlfriend!Reader

-> Synopsis: The night before her wedding, Y/N overhears her fiancée and his assistant talk about a plot to have her killed 6 months after the wedding. This opens the door wide to all the secrets and schemes her fiancée and his family have been keeping and planning the whole time of their relationship. It also leads to her re-connecting with her ex-boyfriend, Min Yoongi as they end up on the run together.

-> Warnings: Mentions of murder, murder made to look like suicide, mentions of fake kidnapping. Let me know if I've forgotten anything.

-> Word Count: 3,551

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As Y/N approaches her fiancée, Ji-ho's office, she notices the door slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling into the dimly lit office space. He messaged her earlier saying he wouldn’t be finishing work until late. Since it’s the night before their wedding, she decided to surprise him, picking up his favourite takeaway food on the way to his office knowing he probably hasn't have eaten yet.

Just as she reaches to push the door open, but she stops herself, her hand hovering mid-air as she overhears Ji-ho and his assistant, Su-mi talking.

“I wish we didn’t have to wait six months,” Ji-ho expresses, his voice tinged with frustration. “If only my father wasn’t so stubborn.”

“I understand, sweetheart, but I’m sure the next six months will fly by smoothly,” Su-mi reassures him, her tone soothing yet laced with an undertone of excitement and malice. “Y/N's not the type to stir trouble; she’s too weak and timid. Plus, think about the money - 5 million won just for being married for half a year.”

Y/N feels her heart shatter as the realization dawns on her. The last two years have been nothing but a facade, a mere arrangement for her soon-to-be husband to claim 5 million won from his father. Memories of their laughter, the sweet moments they shared, and the promises whispered in the dark come crashing down around her like shattered glass.

Su-mi’s laughter floats through the door, light and carefree, a stark contrast to the heaviness in Y/N’s heart. “Once the money is in your hands, you can finally escape your father’s expectations. We can quit this place and go somewhere else.”

She takes a few steps back, her breath hitching in her throat. Her hands ball into fists at her sides, a mix of anger and sadness churning within her as she realizes her relationship was tainted with a hidden agenda. The image of Ji-ho, the man that she loves and thought she knew, is now a total stranger to her.

“We just need to ensure he never finds out that her death is pre-meditated,” she hears Ji-ho say, his tone non-chalant, causing her to jerk her head toward the door, her eyes wide with shock.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Su-mi replies confidently. “We just have to inform my contact whether to stage it as a suicide or an accident.”

“Suicide,” he responds without hesitation. It’s as though he’s thought about it a lot. “If there’s a suicide note, there won’t be an investigation. An accident, however, will lead to a deeper inquiry.”

Y/N can hardly process what she’s hearing. Tears well up in her eyes as she listens to the chilling conversation between her fiancé and his assistant. As fear for her life sets in, she retreats further, quietly slipping out of the building, making sure not to be heard.

As she exits the building the cool night air hits her face, her first instinct is to run, to get as far away from Ji-ho and Su-mi and their schemes as soon as possible. But with her wedding tomorrow and the length Ji-ho is willing to go to for money, she knows that running away isn't enough. As she continues to think about what to do, her mind flashes to the one person she swore she'd never contact again, the only person that will be able to help her out of all this, Min Yoongi.

With trembling hands, she abandons the bag of food and reaches into her pocket, pulling out her phone. She opens her contacts and scrolls through the numbers. She hesitates when she finds his name, her thumb hovering over the contact she should have deleted four years ago.

Will he even answer?

Does he still have her number?

Did he block her like she should have blocked him?

Does he even still have the same phone number?

She gazes up at the building, her fiancée's and his assistant's words echoing in her mind. The towering building above her, makes her feel small and insignificant, reminding her how much higher up Ji-ho is compared to her. The son of a successful businessman and community leader vs. a kindergarten teacher with almost nothing to her name.

Her attention shifts back to her phone as she presses the call button, her heart racing as she brings it to her ear, hoping for a lifeline.

Time seems to slow down as she waits for him to answer his phone. She lifts her hand to her mouth as she starts biting her thumbnail, a habit she thought she had outgrown.

She's about to give up when the call finally connects, and Yoongi’s deep familiar voice comes through the phone. "Hello?"

"Yoongi," Y/N replies, her voice shaky and her hands trembling, the weight of her emotions spilling over.

There’s a long silence on the other end, and for a moment, she worries he might hang up. But then, with a tone full of concern, he asks, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what to do, Yoongi,” she whispers, her eyes darting around the almost empty street, remaining vigilant in case the two plotting her murder appear from the building. “I’m scared. I need your help.”

“Where are you?” he inquires without missing a beat. She tells him her location. “Don’t move, okay? I’m on my way,” he assures her before ending the call.

Clutching her phone tightly, she searches for a spot to sit where she won’t be seen by anyone leaving the office building. She finds a small bench tucked away in a corner, half-hidden by a cluster of bushes and sits down.

Minutes stretch into what feels like hours as she waits. Finally, she spots a familiar car pulling up to the curb, and Yoongi steps out. His expression shifts from confusion to alarm as he sees her state. Without a word, he hurries over and wraps his arms around her, offering a sense of security she hasn’t felt in years.

“Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs, guiding her to the car. Once they’re inside, he locks the doors and turns to her, his eyes filled with concern. “Tell me everything.”

She takes a deep breath, her voice shaky as she recounts the horrifying conversation she overheard. Yoongi listens intently, his jaw tightening with every word. He makes a move to get out of the car, but she stops him. “He doesn’t know that I know. It’ll make things worse if you go in there. I think I should go to the police.”

“Do you have evidence?” he asks. “Because they won’t listen unless you have something. If you don’t, it’s just your word against his and guess who they’ll believe.”

“I can get evidence,” she tells him.

Yoongi looks at her with a mix of concern and confusion. “Evidence? How are you going to get that?”

She takes a deep breath, her mind racing through different possibilities. “I don’t know yet. Maybe I can record a conversation or find some documents.”

He nods slowly, considering her words. “They’re planning to have you killed, Y/N, who knows what else they're capable of," He says, echoing her thoughts from before. "You can’t just walk back in there and start digging around. Who knows what they’ll do to you if they catch you snooping around.”

It’s then she gets an idea. “Do you still do what you do?” she asks, remembering his job of getting paid to do things like find people, cause a scene in public, and pretty much anything that doesn’t involve kids, sex and murder.

“I haven’t changed much in four years,” he says, confirming he’s still in the business. “I do have two employees now though.”

“Kidnap me from my wedding,” she suggests, causing him to look at her shocked. “I have money. I can pay you.”

Yoongi blinks, processing her words. "Kidnap you? From your wedding?" he repeats, his voice filled with disbelief.

“Yes,” she asserts, her determination growing stronger.

“Okay,” he nods agreeing to the plan and starts forming a plan in his head, not needing much convincing. “Message me all the details and I’ll work something out.”

“Thank you,” she smiles sadly, thinking about how her life has come to this.

“Do you want me to take you home?” Yoongi asks her, as he starts his car.

“I don’t think I can go home,” she sighs, she already shares an apartment with Ji-ho. They decided to move in together before the wedding, so they didn’t have to worry about it afterwards. “Ji-ho and I already live together,” she tells him. “All my stuff is there but I don’t think I can go back now that I know what they’re planning.”

“Is there another place you can go?” he asks.

“Taehyung. You can take me to Taehyung’s,” she replies, mentioning her younger brother and relays his address to him.

As Yoongi drives toward Taehyung’s home, nothing more is said. The silence is heavy but not uncomfortable. It’s more like a mutual understanding filled with unspoken thoughts and memories of their past. The fear of bringing up old feelings keeps them from talking. Yet, Y/N can’t help but admire her ex-boyfriend, her heart fluttering slightly as she takes him in. He hasn’t changed all that much. The only difference being that his hair is longer now, cascading in soft waves that frame his face and his face looks leaner. Other than that, he still resembles the same Yoongi she fell in love with all those years ago.

Arriving at Taehyung’s apartment building, Yoongi parks the car and turns to look at her, his expression serious. “Are you sure you’ll be okay here?” he asks, his brow slightly furrowed in concern for his former love.

She pauses briefly before responding, “I’ll feel better once this is all behind me.”

“Send me a list of your things,” he instructs her, his tone firm yet gentle.

“Why?” she asks, puzzled.

“Just trust me on this,” he replies, keeping it vague, a hint of determination in his voice that makes her heart flutter with a mix of anxiety and hope.

She agrees with a nod.

“Don’t stress about anything, okay?” he tries to comfort her, his voice softening. “I’ll make sure everything goes smoothly. Just try to get some rest.” She can see the sincerity in his eyes and for a second she can see a flicker of the boy she once knew so well.

“Thank you, Yoongi,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. As she reaches for the car door handle, he stops her.

“If you tell Taehyung what’s going on, make sure he doesn’t tell anyone else. The less people that know, the better,” he advises her, knowing how close her and Taehyung are.

With a reluctant sigh, she agrees and exits the car. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she grips her phone tightly, as if it could ground her against the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. She turns her head, sparing one last look at Yoongi. His eyes are intense and filled with an emotion she can’t quite decipher. She offers him a small, grateful smile before turning on her heel and walking towards her brother’s apartment building.

After pressing the number to her brother’s floor, the elevator doors open, and she steps inside. Distracting herself, she starts typing on her phone a list of her more sentimental belongings, the ones she can’t live without as well as the details for her wedding tomorrow.

When the elevator finally dings, signalling her arrival, she steps out and makes her way to Taehyung’s door. As she reaches her door, she hits send, sending the message to Yoongi before she raises her hand to knock on the door.

The door swings open after a few seconds, and she’s met with Taehyung whose smiley face turns into one of concern when he sees her.

“Noona, what are you doing here so late?” he asks, stepping aside to let her in. “Is everything okay?”

She offers him a faint smile, attempting to hide the chaos within her. “I’ll tell you everything in the morning. For now, can I stay here for the night?”

“Sure,” he replies, understanding that it’s best not to press her for details right now. “You can take my bed. Jungkook’s out for the night, so I’ll see if I can crash in his room.”

Y/N hugs him, before making her way to into his bedroom. Y/N wraps her arms around him in gratitude before heading to her brother’s bedroom. As she lies down, fatigue finally catches up with her, but sleep eludes her as her mind races with what's happened within the past hour—her relationship was merely a scheme for someone for her already rich fiancee to become richer, a crafted murder plot since divorce isn’t an option and reconnecting with her ex, only to ask him to kidnap her from her wedding.

With a heavy sigh, she tries to quiet her mind and reaches for her phone. Her fingers hover over the screen, tempted to call Yoongi but ultimately decides against it. Instead, she texts Ji-ho: “Staying with Tae tonight. I'll see you at the wedding hall in the morning.” When she gets no reply, she isn't surprised. She wasn't expecting him too.

Eventually, her weariness takes over, and she drifts into a restless sleep.

As soon as Yoongi receives Y/N's message, he quickly finds her address and drives over to the apartment building. Once inside, he makes his way through the dimly lit hallway. Finally, he reaches her apartment, and a sense of determination washes over him. Figuring out the door code feels like a small triumph, sending a surge of excitement through him as he puts on a face mask and pushes the door open and steps inside.

Upon entering, he’s taken aback by how empty and cold it feels. It lacks any personal touches or decorations. It feels sterile. He looks around at the minimal furnishing - A small coffee table sits in the middle of the living room, a lonely remote resting on top, a couch that appears untouched, a potted plant in the corner that seems to be struggling to survive. Looking at the kitchen, it’s just as bare, with only the necessities in sight.

He begins to reminisce about the cramped, shabby apartment he once shared with Y/N. Despite its imperfections, she filled it with warmth and comfort, decorating the walls with photos of their adventures, friends, and family. There were books stacked haphazardly, each one a testament to love for stories, fictional or true. Plants thrived in every corner. And then there was the record player, a cherished relic handed down from her father, that always filled the air with music, creating a soundtrack to their lives together. He can almost hear the laughter that used to echo off the walls and the late-night conversations that stretched into the morning.

But this apartment wasn’t like Y/N at all. It was the complete opposite.

Yoongi takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the nostalgic feeling. He steps further inside scanning the room for security cameras, He finds one in the corner of the room and disables it before moving on to the first room he comes across. Inside the room is a desk and computer with some shelves to the side. It has more of a personal touch than the living room. He quickly finds the camera in there and disables that one too.

Realizing he can't tackle what he’s about to do alone, he quickly sends the address and access code for the apartment to Kim Seokjin, better known as Jin, his business partner. Within seconds, Jin is calling him.

"What's up with the address?" Jin inquires as soon as Yoongi picks up.

"Hyung, I need you and Namjoon to get here as fast as you can," Yoongi tells him, his voice quiet like he’s afraid someone is going to hear him. "I'll fill you in when you arrive."

"We'll be there in 10," Jin replies without hesitation, Namjoon already being with him and hangs up.

Yoongi then contacts a guy he messaged after dropping Y/N off at Taehyung's place, asking him to keep an eye on Ji-ho's office building in case he leaves before Yoongi can finish up at the apartment.

When the guy messages him back saying Ji-ho hasn’t left yet, Yoongi walks over to the desk, and with gloved hands he begins to search through the desk drawers for anything that might help with Y/N’s situation. He soon discovers a key ring with three keys and slips it into his pocket.

Before long, the sound of the front door opening and closing announces Jin and Namjoon's arrival. He steps out of the office to greet them in the living room.

"What’s going on, Hyung?" Namjoon asks, his voice serious and low.

Yoongi forwards Y/N’s message to them. "That’s a list of stuff we’re here for, let’s get it, trash the place and get out of here,” he tells them. “I’ll explain everything else when we’re done,” he promises them before remembering to tell them, “There’s cameras so wear a mask and keep quiet.”

Without wasting any time, the three of them split up to search different areas of the apartment. Yoongi finds a couple empty boxes in the storage cupboard, and they start putting everything they came to get into them. Jin heads to the kitchen, grabbing everything from there, Namjoon starts combing through the living room, while Yoongi takes the bedroom.

Yoongi then heads back to the home office and continues his search for stuff there, his eyes land on a locked drawer. He tries a few keys from the keyring he found earlier, and with a satisfying click, the drawer opens. Looking inside he finds an envelope with a few files. He goes through the files finding exactly what he hoped they would be. He places them on the desk and pulls out the envelope. He opens it and finds money, a whole lot of it.

“Pabo,” he scoffs at Ji-ho's stupidity, closing the envelope. “I’ll take that as payment,” he adds as he pockets the cash inside his coat before grabbing the files and leaving the room.

Once they were all done, they trashed the apartment to look like a robbery. They were just about finished when Yoongi’s watchman texted him to tell him Ji-ho was leaving the office. The managed to disappear from the apartment before Ji-ho arrived.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Jin asks Yoongi after they get back to their so-called headquarters that's just a rundown apartment in a building that is set to be demolished in a few months and doubles as where Yoongi resides.

Yoongi gives him a blank stare, having anticipated this reaction from his best friend.

“You didn’t think I wouldn’t notice Y/N in those photos? What’s going on, Yoongi?" Jin continues to press him. "And don’t tell me you’ll tell me later. I want to hear it now.”

“She’s hired me to kidnap her from her wedding tomorrow?” Yoongi reveals to the two men.

Jin stares at him in shock, trying to process what he just heard. “Can you repeat that?”

“Y/N wants me to kidnap her from her wedding,” Yoongi repeats himself.

“Who’s Y/N?” Namjoon chimes in confused, while Jin looks at Yoongi in disbelief, momentarily speechless. Kim Namjoon joined them after Yoongi and Y/N’s relationship ended, so he never had the chance to meet and get to know her.

Jin turns to Namjoon, his expression morphing into exasperation directed towards Yoongi. “Oh right, you don't know who Y/N is? She’s only the most amazing person Yoongi ever dated!" he stops pausing for a moment as he thinks of something and then continues, "In fact she's the only person Yoongi has ever dated for more than a week. They were childhood sweethearts and practically inseparable until… well, things went to shit.” He glances back at Yoongi, searching for any sign of regret or longing, but finds only a stoic facade. "I'm pretty sure he's still in love with her."

Yoongi's stoic look turns into a glare. “This isn’t about rekindling my relationship with her. She’s in trouble, and I’m just trying to help her out," he snaps, his voice low and edged with irritation.

“Then explain to us what's going on so we can help you,” Jin urges, attempting to ease the tension. “And her,” he quickly adds, reminding Yoongi that he still cares for her too. During their relationship Jin was always like a big brother to her.

"Fine,” he relents, his voice dropping as he calms himself down. “Y/N is getting married tomorrow to someone who plans to murder her in 6 months. Her fiancee seems to have a deal with his father that if he gets married, stays married for six months he gets 5 million won."

"Why not just divorce her?" Namjoon asks.

"Maybe its null and void if he gets divorced," Yoongi shrugs. "I'm hoping it's all in here," he says holding up the file he stole from the drawer along with the money.

"So, what's plan?" Jin asks, his anger bubbling to the surface.

Yoongi smirks and starts telling them everything he has planned.

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brokenpieces-72 · 4 months ago

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Graves Circumstance

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TW: violence against reader, runaway reader, mentions of abuse let me know if I should include anything else

Graves was on the road, taking some long needed leave. He was tired and had some Shadows who needed some assistance and wanted some leave themselves. Graves was on the road from helping one of his boys with moving his family. The Shadow couldn’t pay for his help, but his wife made cookies, and honestly that was payment enough.

The dark road ahead and the cloudy sky above, it wasn’t perfect, but it was bad enough to make his way home. Surrounding him were trees and snow, thankfully no wind yet. He didn’t mind driving in the winter, the truck could take it.

As he continued driving he spotted a figure on the road, walking rather oddly. They were wrapped in a blanket, and it looked rather chilly, with their legs bare and barefooted. Their feet shuffled and stepped like an amateur on a balance beam. The next town wasn’t for a few miles yet. Wait were those cuts on their legs? As he got closer he slowed down somewhat. Once he passed them he checks his side mirror and practically slammed on the brakes.

Graves got out of his truck and the figure stopped, trembling and shivering.

“Hello?” He called. The figure didn’t move, stopped walking too. He kept his distance, and had a hand on his gun. “My name is Phillip Graves, do you need help?”

The figure turned their head, as if contemplating if they should flee back into the woods where god knows what could happen. Especially with the weather being this cold and the bandages over their eyes. Graves could see their feet are pale white and likely in a lot of pain if they weren’t already numb.

“A-are you a cop?” You asked.

“Uh…” Graves hesitation made you step back. “Not exactly. I’m military. I can get you somewhere safe though. Out here there will be more trouble.”

“…promise?” You asked.

“I’m gonna approach you, and take your hand. Get you into my truck and take you to a motel or a police station.”

“…do you promise?” You asked, fear in your voice, stepping back.

“I promise to help you. I’ll help you get somewhere safe, somewhere you can be taken care of, given proper clothes and medical help.” Graves explained. Something or someone did this to you. To make it even more sick you were left out in the middle of the freezing cold with just a thin blanket.

You shuffled towards where you heard his voice. Graves meets the gap, communicating his actions as he led you into the back seat of his truck. Before taking off though he warned you he was getting something from the back. He shut the door, went to the trunk to get some clothes for you out of his bag and then returned to the backseat. He opened the door and found you cowering in the corner. You cried out at the sound of the door opening.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. It’s okay!” Graves tells you. He explains that he got you clothes to put on, not wanting you to walk into a police station with only a blanket. Once again you asked him to promise, and he goes the extra mile to lead your flinching hand to feel the clothes. You were relieved and he gave you some privacy to get them on. If you needed a belt he could find one of his. The clothes would be oversized but it was what he had. You thanked him and got into the clothes while he waited outside.

Graves knocked to see if you were ready and he could come in. He doesn’t go straight to the front seat, instead he checks that your seat belt is on and your blanket is still around you. You were freezing, the blanket would keep hopefully reduce your shivering. Graves asks if he can check for any injuries. You hold out your arm, and he finds precise almost methodical scarring. When he tries to roll up the sleeve further you tense, and he stops. Doctors could help you.

“Alright, you ready to go?” He asked. You nodded. “Got any allergies?”

“N-no?” You answered. You can hear rustling, and he takes your hand placing something into your palm. It feels familiar in way.

“My employee’s wife makes some pretty good cookies. You look like you haven’t eaten much.” He said before shutting the door, and getting to front seat. The heat was turned up high as you pulled your feet up on to the seat. You were hesitant with the cookie, and Graves could see it in the rear view mirror. The main question in his mind: What happened to you?

Graves wasn’t expecting any of this. Hell he called up some of his boys to see if they could ask around about you, see if any missing persons reports came up anywhere. To add to the brighter side, the bandages could be removed from your eyes. They’d healed from whatever damage had been inflicted, and your sight was returned to you. You could see the damage done to you. You gave a long statement to the police but plenty of their questions were answered with “I’m not sure” or “I don’t know”.

The officers were patient, but without proper answers to give you felt overwhelmed. You felt like you were making it all up, like it was some insane nightmare. At one point the officer asking you questions, gave you a minute to process everything, cry it out until you got your answers straight. Graves had left to make the calls to his men. When he came back he went straight to finding the guy who made you have so much doubt. He didn’t hesitate to bark at the officer about it, requesting a different officer come fall to you, one that wasn’t running five 12 hour shifts in a row. You asked Graves if he could stay with you while answering the questions. Honestly Graves had planned to drop you off, make sure you gave your statement, give his own and then leave. Right now you didn’t look like you had a friend in the world. He wasn’t about to walk away.

Hearing everything you had gone through, he doesn’t blame you for memory gaps or difficulty getting the words out. The way you’d been treated made went beyond inhumane. Learning how you got the scars on your arms made his stomach churn. He was glad he’d found you when he did. Graves went an extra step and offered his hand to squeeze if you needed it.

By the end of the whole thing you got treated for any remaining wounds, received some new clothes, and are fed a proper meal. Graves only left a few times to make phone calls, trying to track down any relatives or friends that might have been looking for. He was empty handed.

When he came back in for the fifth time or so the desk officer explained to him that you had two options, stay in a motel or at the police station. Staying in a police station wouldn’t really be comfortable especially one in a small town like this. A motel would be more comfortable but you would need some protection. Graves got you by yourself for a short while to ask what you want. You preferred the motel. Could Graves stay with you?

Any other time Graves would probably have said no. It’s not his thing, if the cops can do it, let them. In this case, he didn’t want to let you stay on your own. Right now, you needed someone close by you could trust, because everytime someone passed behind you, your head would whip around to see who it was. You did double takes for every stranger that came within a five foot radius.

You and Graves are given the basics about the investigation. You would lead them to where you came from, try to retrace your steps and they’d get the dogs out to search. It wouldn’t be easy, but they would try. This of course would happen the next day, because you were still terrified, and didn’t want to go anywhere near where you had come from. Where ever that had been.

You had time to think about it, and you would need some basic amenities, maybe a nice shower or bath, some more food, and a proper night’s rest. Graves had a feeling the last item would have complications, but is willing to go with you into town while a motel room is arranged. You feel safer with Graves. You’ve been with him the longest so far, and you’d already put a lot of trust in him just getting into his truck while blind.

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