BTS Sickfics

Kidnapped

request by Fortaetaeonearth :)

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Namjoon's POV -

You remember how, in 2013, we were sent off to America, for a hip-hop training camp? And, when we arrived, they got some well known hip-hop artists to 'kidnap' us and take us to our dorm, without telling us it was just a joke?

I remember it pretty well. I remember thinking I was going to die, and that I would never see my family again. I was supposed to be in charge of the six boys next to me, but I felt helpless, and I couldn't get them away. I thought I had failed them. I felt sick to my stomach, feeling so shaken up I couldn't translate what was happening to the boys. They treated us like idiots.

Even when we found out it wasn't real, they still treated us awfully, and acted more like we were dolls than actual humans with actual feelings. They swore at us, belittled us, and made us feel like we were nothing. It was hard, and Taehyung especially got the brunt of it. The only one who was really nice was Tony. Jimin still sometimes talks about him.

Well, anyway, back to why I'm bringing this up. We're going on another music bootcamp in America, but this time, we're not going to be treated like shit. They've said that they're not going to repeat the same prank, and that we're going to have fun this time. And, this time, I can actually say I'm looking forward to it. Now that I've grown up a little, and now understand more about the career I'm in, I'm ready to learn new things from different perspectives.

I don't know what to expect. Last time, we knew it was a hip-hop camp, but we haven't been told this time. Will it be pop music? Rock? Rap? We haven't been told.

We pile off the plane, and cover our faces as the cameras begin to flash in our faces. I don't really mind fans coming to greet us; I just wish I could look a little better. I feel oily and a little sluggish, since I slept for most of the flight, and my eyes are finding it hard to adjust to the bright lights. Security hustle us to the car waiting for us. America creates these huge cars that we don't really see in other countries, but it's not really a limo. It can fit all of us in easily, so we get to stay with each other.

I slide into the backseat with Hoseok and Yoongi, whilst Taehyung and Jimin sit on the middle bench, and Jungkook and Seokjin sit on the front bench. Our manager gets into the front passenger seat, and, once we're all strapped in, and our luggage has been thrown into the boot, we pull away from the airport.

I lean my head against the window, and decide to finish the nap I was having on the plane. It's only dusk here, and the sunset is a pretty mix or red, orange, and blue, but it's still massively humid, and I'm suffering from jetlag. I feel Hoseok nestle in next to me, sighing softly as he rests. I don't mind him leaning into me, since I like holding onto something whilst I sleep.

I'm nearly gone, when our manager shouts something back to us, making me jolt back awake. Hoseok moves off of me in shock, having not expected me to move. "We have to stop at a post office, and send some paperwork to Korea before we can go back to the hotel, okay?"

"I wonder where we've heard that before," Yoongi mutters, rolling his eyes a little. I see him start searching around for cameras, but I personally can't see any.

The manager can't hear us from back here, so he just gathers his papers, and gets out the car. The driver goes with him. He switches off the engine, and takes the keys with him. Even though they're only going to be a few minutes, I can tell they want to prove that they're not going to pull the same prank on us again.

I stare out at the car park in front of us. Despite it getting late, it's still full, and there's people milling around everywhere. I look at each person, wondering if they have any clue who's sitting in this car. Does that sound a little stuck up to say?