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justastraymoa · 14 days ago

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Yet Unnamed

A soulmark/bond/mate fic ot8 x y/n

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A/N: I am still working on the last bit of Unwilling Alpha, but needed a break to think how I wanted to end it so I started typing this one up.

If you read the teaser reread this first part. I changed some things and added things.

Warnings for Yet Unnamed: Kidnapping, cuffs, injuries, drugging by injection, mentions of needles, lots of swearing, kissing, fluff, angst, idiots in love all around.

First chapter is really long because I couldn't find a good stopping place. Enjoy.

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You sat in the backseat of a vehicle, metal cuffs cutting into your wrists and blindfold and gag pulling your hair by the knots.

To be fair, they only tightened the cuffs so much because you broke out of both sets of zip ties, they put you in earlier. They were officially annoyed as hell. But you weren’t going to just sit back quietly while you were kidnapped!

But they wised up and got themselves metal cuffs somewhere so now you were stuck until you found another opening.

You tried to keep track of your route in your head. You were in another country for sure. And judging by the Korean your 4 kidnappers kept speaking and the roughly 12-hour flight, you were in Korea. You lost count on the flight a couple times, but you were close. Maybe an hour or two hours, at most, off. Accurate enough for a good guess.

Unfortunately, by the time you came to a stop and the car shut off you were hopelessly lost. You had no hope of finding your way back to the airport even if you did somehow escape your captors. You were so turned around that you couldn’t even tell what direction you were facing now.

The door to your right opened and someone gripped your upper arm roughly and pulled. Immediately you started fighting. You had the entire car ride to rest and now you were ready to give them hell all over again. They would earn your captivity, or you would earn your escape.

“Don’t you ever give up?” A relatively high-pitched male asked through his teeth. He was farther away so he wasn’t the one holding you, fighting to get you into wherever you were going.

You grunted curses at them in English and Korean through your gag as you were dragged from the car and fell hard to the cold ground.

“Just give it to her now. It will make this easier.” A gruffer voice in your ear ordered.

His words spurred you to fight even harder in a panic. Give you what? Drug you? Knock you out so you were easier to handle? Fuck that! Who knows what they would do to you once you were out and couldn’t fight. And who knows where they would take you! You wouldn’t even have a semblance of how long you were out to know what time it was!

Another set of hands joined in restraining you, grabbing at your flailing legs to stop your kicking. You continued to fight, screaming through the gag as loud as you could and hoping someone – anyone – would hear you and come to help.

No one did. Your head was roughly jerked to the side, making your neck crack painfully, then a sharp painful prick as a needle was stabbed hard into the side of your neck. It was only seconds before the world you could hear around you started to muffle and your body became heavy and sluggish. You couldn’t remember how to find your legs to keep kicking and fighting. You couldn’t even keep your head from flopping uselessly back.

You remember very little after that. You were in and out of consciousness. There were voices and something was placed into your right hand, and it was forcefully moved as someone talked close to your ear. You couldn’t make any words out. At some point, way after you lost track of any sense of time or place the gag, and blindfold were removed and the handcuffs gently unlocked and taken off. You remember the too bright light after being blindfolded for so long and the relief of having the painful cuffs taken off.

There were warm hands on your face, gentle fingers rubbing your sore wrists. Blurry figures closer to you and raised voices. It got harder and harder to remember why you were fighting to stay awake. You were so tired, so heavy. The darkness and liquid in your mind were wo inviting. Promising a moment of peace and ease. And soon you finally gave up and let the blackness take hold. Floating in the pool in your mind.

Forcibly dragging yourself out of the pool an unknown amount of time later, the first thing you became aware of is that you were laying on your back on a soft surface. The second was a gentle brush across your forehead and voices arguing nearby in Korean.

You sprang up and away from the unknown fingers touching you, ready to fight to escape again. Still half awake and unable to find your balance you stumbled towards a door, not paying attention to anyone or anything around you.

A big man next to the door stepped in front of it and reached out to grab your upper arm tightly in the same move.

“Lemmego.” You slurred out trying to pull your arm from his grasp and get away.

“Hey, hey, hey, let her go!” Someone ordered behind you. You flinched away from that voice as well, overwhelmed, surrounded, and confused about what was happening. But the big guy obeyed the second voice and let you go, staying firm in front of the door.

You backed away and hunched in on yourself, trying to wake yourself up the rest of the way, gripping your head and shaking it, trying to get your thoughts and memories in order. What was happening? Where are you? Who else was here? You stumbled when your heel hit a wall unexpectedly.

“Go slow. You’re okay.” The second voice coaxed as hands entered your vision reaching towards you but not touching you. Just ready to catch and help you if you needed it.

You glanced up to see a very familiar face belonging to the hands, and you were even more confused. “What in the fuck is happening?” You were happy my words came out clearer than before, loud and firm, even if your mouth and throat were so dry that the short sentence made you cough painfully.

A second, very familiar man handed you a small cup of water, making sure it was steady in your hands, but being respectful about your space at the same time. “Drink, we will explain everything. You’re safe here.” The words were glittered with an Australian accent, making your ears twitch and brain spark.

As you slowly sipped at the water, you took in more of who was in the room with you. There were 4 unfamiliar faces, security from the looks of em. One stood in front of the only door in the room, blocking anyone from getting out or in, the others were in corners of the room, watching you very closely. An older man, JYP, who you were only mildly surprised to see at this point. And 3 members of Stray Kids. Han and Felix were closest to you, hovering close and looking worried. BangChan was currently arguing with JYP, hushed and inaudible from this distance, but with the way they occasionally gestured in your direction you could guess what it was about.

Completing your survey of the room you let your eyes land on Felix – who had promised you an explanation – and raised your eyebrows expectantly and waited, silently contemplating the strange warm safe feeling in your chest when you looked at him and Han.

He laughed awkwardly. “Hi, um…I’m Felix. Ah, this is Han.”

“No shit.” You responded. You were meeting your favorite idols in the worst possible way. you have been kidnapped, drugged, bruised, and god knows what else. My sarcasm and snark will not be contained.

Han rubbed his palms on his thighs in nervousness and Felix glanced behind him to BangChan, possibly looking to him for help.

“I want to go home.” You announced loud enough for BangChan and JYP to hear you clearly.

JYP immediately snapped his attention to me mid-sentence. “No, you will not leave.”

You backed flush against the wall and away from the room full of men in front of you. “Are you telling me Stray Kids and JYP have kidnapped me and are now holding me hostage?” You asked voice going up and down in pitch as the fear coursed through me and turned my blood cold. “What are you hoping for? I’m no one. And I have no family to pay a ransom.”

“You aren’t a hostage. You belong to us now.” JYP responded. Somehow this was even worse. The surety and finality of his words made a sob start to build in your chest.

“Fuck! No, you don’t!” BangChan was quick to correct, eyes wide. “You can’t just say shit like that!” He snapped at JYP. JYP shrugged unconcerned with the matter and unapologetic.

You couldn’t help the anxiety and fear filled tears that formed and fell from your eyes. You were so overwhelmed with everything that had happened and now you were being held against your will in some kind of nightmare scenario that should be saved only for fanfiction.

“No, no, no, no! Don’t cry!” Han immediately started fretting around. He pulled several tissues from a box on a side table and patted at your cheeks gently, either ignoring or not noticing you flinch away.

“She signed the soul marriage certificates already and they have been turned in. Its official.” JYP argued with BangChan, ignoring your tears altogether.

“I did what?” You asked sniffing. You didn’t remember signing anything and you definitely didn’t remember meeting your soulmates. You scratched absently at the 8 banded mark you were born with on your thigh.

You were always glad it was easily covered and hidden. As happy as you were to have 8 soulmates, having a soulmate mark and bond was getting rarer and rarer as time passed. People out there were in mixed reactions to them now. Some were indifferent, some hated anyone with one, some hated anyone without one, and some were extremely and sometimes violently jealous of anyone with one. They blamed their last soul incarnations for breaking the soul bond their souls had once had.

“You drugged her and forced her to sign! She doesn’t even remember doing it J!” BangChan was getting exceedingly angry and frustrated with the whole messed up situation and you could see it on his face. It made your leg twitch towards him, automatically wanting to go and comfort him. The feeling confused you. Maybe it was just because you were such a big fan and hated seeing him upset. (Even if it was secretly also very hot sometimes.)

Felix revealed his own soulmark, which matched yours perfectly. You stared at it dumbfounded. No fucking way were you Lee freaking Felixs soul mate!

Wait a whole fucking minute!

It was well known that Stray Kids were a soul group, unfinished, but all a part of the same soul bond. If Felix was one of your 8 total soul mates, then that means that the other members were too. And that just wasn’t possible. No way was that possible!

“We are your soul mates. Surprise!” Felix said doing small jazz hands and making the Lee Know ‘surprise’ meme pop into your head. You shook it out, now was not the time for Stray Kids memes!

You could feel your jaw drop open and your brain fizzled and went out like a candle. Completely stopped working, frozen on the words Felix just casually threw out and the soul mark he carried with him.

Behind Felix, JYP huffed. “You know why we needed to find her. We discussed this.”

“We discussed searching for our 9th member, not kidnapping and drugging them!” BangChan was nearly yelling how.

Your fear was slowly morphing into anger and disbelief as you got more and more information on what had led up to this moment. You were being used as some publicity stunt for JYP and Stray Kids. They didn’t care that you had spent the last god knows how long scared out of your gourd and fighting for your life as you were bound, blinded, silenced, and whisked away on a plane where they could take you to a place where no one would know you and know that you needed help. They didn’t care that you injured yourself fighting to get away even when you knew you were outnumbered and outgunned. They didn’t care that you were drugged, last thought being how you were going to be raped and sold.

No, they only cared about their views. Their numbers. How much money they could get. They only cared about the benefits for them, they thought nothing of anyone or anything else.

“She looks like Lino when he’s mad.” Felix whispered to Han who just nodded with wide eyes.

You ignored them for now, focused on the two people in charge across the room. “You mean to fucking tell me that I have been, kidnapped, bruised, and drugged all because you wanted some media fucking attention!” Your voice cracked in anger multiple times.

JYP still looked unapologetic as he looked at you bored. “Stray Kids is the largest only bonded K-pop group right now. And being a completed one would set us up.”

BangChan slapped his forehead. “You are not helping the situation!”

You balled up your hands, the now empty cup being crushed in your fist. You were ready to start throwing punched on principle. Mainly towards JYP.

BangChan grabbed a chair and sat down facing me. Han and Felix followed his lead, sitting in the chairs they had vacated when you launched off the couch earlier. “Please sit. I’m Chan. Or Chris. Whatever you are comfortable with.” He gestured to the pleather couch you had woken up on.

You glanced at the couch automatically but didn’t move from your spot against the wall to sit down. You may not be as afraid and confused as before, but you were still being held against your will by very powerful people. You had no doubt that they could make you disappear, and no one would ever ask any questions or even suspect them.

“Please. I know this situation is out of control but let me explain.” BangChan pleaded with you. “After that if you want to leave, I will personally make sure you get home safely and are left alone. I give you my word.” Chan tried to bargain with me.

Huffing shortly, you sat heavily on the couch, tossing the crushed cup on the side table. You sat as far away from the three of them as you could and on the edge of the seat, ready to move at any wrong movement from them. No way would they get a jump on you again. You would let them try and explain their way out of this, then take Chan up on his offer and go home, questioning ever listening to Stray Kids ever again.

Okay no, you wouldn’t question that. You still love the music and there was no way you would be able to just not listen. Their songs occupy most of your playlists and are all top 5 of your favorite songs. Their music was quite literally a part of your everyday life. Woven into your existence and history.

Chan let out a gentle sigh and smiled at you thankfully. “First off, I am so sorry. About everything. Its true that we were starting to really look for you, but it was never supposed to be like this.”

“If we did it your way, we never would have found her!” JYP put in, arms crossed and rolling his eyes.

“And now we may lose her because you just had to do it your way.” Felix snapped back. He immediately looked shocked at himself for speaking out like that and if you were in any other situation you would laugh. As it was you are so messed up in the head that you felt the tiny bubble of humor wanting to break free and make your lips tilt up.

Chan ignored them both. JYP wanted to find you for media attention. We would be the largest completed and only bonded in the industry. It would be huge for Stray Kids and by default JYPE.”

“You are not making this any better. At all.” You informed him. He was only making them seem worse and worse.

Han nodded in agreement with me. “Honestly, you are making us sound horrible.”

“We kinda are.” Felix grumbled. Chan absently reached over and rubbed his back to comfort him. You were again struck with a fluttering as you wanted to fangirl over the sweet moment.

“We weren’t just looking for you for that. It was only a bonus for Stray Kids. A means to get JYP to lend us resources to help in the search. We wanted to complete the bond. Desperately.” Chan stressed. “We have been feeling your absence for years and it was starting to get to us. The need to complete the bond and be all together was overwhelming.”

“We were going to woo you.” Han agreed again.

You almost snorted at his old-fashioned words. “Woo me. Wow. Well, you did a great job. Really. I’m so wooed right now its insane.” Your sarcasm dripped from your words like liquid.

“We didn’t know JYP would go this far, or we would have stopped him. Everyone is super mad. And worried. You were really out of it earlier.” Felix explained. He bit his lip and wrung his hands. You had the feeling he wanted to reach out to you. And normally your STAY heart would jump (then swoon) at the chance, but not right now. Not under these circumstances. Even if the pull to do so made the muscles in your arms clench.

“Bin was ready to start hitting the asses who bruised you up. It took 3 of us to calm him down.” All 3 of them looked down at your wrists.

You looked too. You hadn’t done a physical inventory since you woke up. You were just happy you still had clothes on. But now you looked. Your hands and wrists were covered in nasty looking bruises and red welts from the cuffs and zip ties. Your upper arms had long slim finger shaped bruises going around them in several spots and some shallow scratches from nails. There were various over scrapes and bruises that you assumed you got while fighting. You lift a hand to your neck where you remember the needle jabbing into your skin. You felt the sting of a bruise and the irritation of the injection site. “What was I drugged with?” Its not like you would know what it was, but somehow just knowing would make you feel better.

JYP snorted. “Doesn’t matter. Even if you go to the hospital, it’s undetectable. You can’t prove we drugged you.”

You scowled at the side of the mans head. “I don’t like you.” You announced plainly. Childish? Yes. But worth it. It needed said. The man was a creepy ass dick!

Felix let out a barking laugh while both Chan and Han ducked their heads to hide their amusement.

“I didn’t ask, and I don’t care.” The man retorted. Now you did laugh. The whole of this mans life revolved around getting attention.

“Yeah, you do. You crave attention like a whore. It kills you.”

“Alright, alright! This isn’t helping. Can we talk to her alone?” Chan cut in before JYP could respond to you.

JYP stormed from the room without a word, almost shoving past the security guard still standing in front of the door. The security all went with him, slamming the door on the way out.

The entire room seemed to relax as soon as they were all gone. The tension lessened by waves.

“What’s your name?” Chan asked.

“Y/n. F/n L/n.” You respond automatically even as you suspected they were all already very aware of what your name was and just wanted to be polite. The act of being normal humans and not idols did actually help put you at ease despite the situation still being sketchy.

“Pretty name. Its very nice to finally meet you, y/n. And I really hope you will give us a chance to show you we aren’t horrible people who kidnap others.” Chan had a hopeful look on his face. And as appealing as it sounded, you didn’t think it would be a logical decision to stay.

Now Felix did reach forward and grab your hands, gently and loosely so you could easily escape his grip if you wanted. He looked a little crazed gazing up at you with wide, watery, pleading eyes. “Please give us a chance. Meet the others, stay for a couple weeks! We can find you a bed in our apartment!” He begged. “Let us make this up to you!”

“We could also put you up in a hotel if you are more comfortable putting some space between us.” Han added. Felix looked at him scandalized, but didn’t argue like you knew he wanted to.

You watch Felix trace circles on the back of your bruised hands gently so he didn’t hurt you. Your ultimate life goal had always been to find your soul group. And now here they are – well, some of them. And you could feel the sense of comfort and home just from the 3 soul mates here now. People say that when the bond is complete, it's unlike any feeling of comfort and completeness you have ever felt before or will ever feel again. They say that having an incomplete bond is like the feeling of phantom limb pain. It's there, but not there, and it hurts.

Since you had never met any of them the feeling of emptiness was normal to you. You didn’t even notice it, even if sometimes you felt like you were always searching for something or craving something you could never quite reach. The 8 of them having an almost complete bond would cause enough phantom limb pain to drive anyone to drastic measures after long enough. Not that that excused anything that was done to you over the last day or so.

If I left them now it would hurt not only you, but them as well. And it would possibly break the bond forever. It would be the end of this soul group in any incarnation of our souls.

At the same time, since this is the way it went down, how could you stay. You knew what would happen. It wouldn’t be just about your life being flipped upside down. Or dropping everything and moving to Korea. STAY would find out about the kidnapping. They are the best detectives out there. You want something found, ask a STAY. And it would all be over, for all of us.

That being said, now that you know the feeling of being near a soul bond mate, could you go without it? Would you be able to survive the pain. They would have each other. You would have no one. You would go back to no one. You would go back to no family, a dead-end job that pays shit and you hate. And an overpriced crappy apartment you couldn’t stand.

You were smart. If you could stay hidden from STAY and dispatch long enough, you could find a way around the negative start to this whole situation. A way to permanently cover up the kidnapping and bury it forever. It’s not like anyone would ever report you missing. You had no friends; you hated everyone in your life. Barely tolerated them. And the little family you once had were all gone now. It was just you. And since you were a no call no-show at work, you didn’t even have a job to go back to anymore. Maybe a new adventure is needed. But on your terms.

“I don’t want to have to deal with JYP alone, ever. That man gives off paedo vibes like nothing else. He is creepy and gross.” This was non-negotiable. You couldn’t stomach the man.

Chan nodded. “We can work with that.”

You took a deep breath and squeezed Felixs hands still holding yours. “Then ill stay.” You held up a finger as they all smiled widely. “But it has to be kept quiet until we figure out a way to keep the kidnapping a secret.”

They nodded. Felix squealed and swung my hands. Han’s smile reached both ears and showed lots of gum. And Chan looked deeply relieved.

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