Y/n pov

Have you ever felt like everything around you is crashing down whilst you are just standing still in the middle watching it happen. Unable to scream. Unable to breathe. Unable to blink. Unable to run from the horrible reality.

Well that's how I felt when I looked into the eyes of my kidnapper. My heart doesn't break when I stare into his eyes. It burns. As though it has been thrown into a fire but taken out just before it can fully disintegrate into a pile of painful ashes.

My brain is going at one thousand miles per hour trying its best to find a reason not to believe this surreal moment.

Looking into the eyes that I once thought I knew so well but now seem so far. In fact they shouldn't be there at all.

He shouldn't be here.

He should be dead.

My uncle should be dead.

But he's not, instead he is standing in front of me with an unfamiliar smirk. A smirk which looks opposite to the one he would flash at my younger self after he caught me stealing biscuits out of the cupboard.

The voice that once used to softly greet me on my arrival home from school is now telling me that he, my uncle, is the one that kidnapped me.

"Hello Y/n, miss me?" The unfamiliar voice intercepts my internal storm.

"H-how? You're dead, you're dead, you should be dead!"

"Oh but I'm standing right in front of you." He says, in a tone which clearly displays the amusement he receives from our interaction.

"But I was at your funeral, how is this happening?" Words seem to run out of my mouth, attempting to find answers as soon as possible.

"Ah ah don't get too ahead of yourself, you'll just have to stay tuned for the next episode to find out." He begins to chuckle at his own words, that chuckle which used to fill me with so much glee now sends a jolt of terror through my already shaken up figure.

With a bounce in his step he walks away from me, making his way out of the door.

As the door slams shut the wall within me crashes, the emotions it was keeping at bay come gushing through. The gloomy emotions are replaced with something much more depressing. Anger. It takes over grabbing a hold of the reins.

How could he do this to me? I loved that man more than myself, I looked up to him. Even when I thought he was dead I still spoke to him and found great comfort in it. The pain I feel now is far worse than when I first heard he died. Now it's not just my uncle that is dead, it's our happy memories together, the love I felt for him. It's all been replaced with a big black cloud full of anger and hurt. Our best moments together now make me sick as I realise that it was all just part of his plan to make this as painful as possible.

I need to escape. If I don't he will kill me. The look in his eyes when he saw me weak and broken highlighted to me just how much he wants me gone.

"Come on Y/n, you've suffered enough, you need to be strong." I continue to mutter soft words of encouragement to myself whilst attempting to stand up despite my battered legs screaming in disapproval to any sort of movement.

Using the wall for support I slowly analyse the small space searching the walls, ceiling and floor for any sort of gap large enough for me to squeeze through.

As expected however I find nothing, I mean he has been planning this whole thing for years there is no way he would make such a stupid mistake.

Eventually my legs give out, the previous beating making it extremely difficult to stand for a short period of time, never mind walk.

My mind drifts off as I begin to really think about the whole situation searching through my memories for the moment when this whole plan started.

Could my brothers be involved in this? I mean they did hate me when I first moved in. It would explain how the man that kidnapped me was able to break in through their tough security.

Surely not though, we were building a strong relationship and the letters were ordering me to betray them.

The whole situation is confusing, there are just so many blanks for example how did my 'uncle' know where I was living? He obviously had someone watching me but who?

I really need to try my best to find answers in order to find out just how much he knows about my new life. I must be prepared in case he uses my weaknesses against me.

My eyes slowly begin to close despite my best efforts to keep them open, I guess whatever drug they used on me is yet to wear off. Closing my eyes I feel reality slip away as the much welcomed darkness takes me away.

Jimin pov

"Ok boys we need a plan so listen up." Jin states, pulling me away from the jumbled mess which is my thoughts.

"First things first, do any of you have any suspicions as to who the kidnapper may be?" He continues.

I quickly make a mental list of all our enemies however I'm unable to connect any of them with the kidnapping. The majority are either too weak to pull off such a stunt and the rest we have already dealt with, let's just say I don't think hell is too willing to open its gates and allow devils out.

God I feel so stupid right now, how is it possible that someone has kidnapped my little sister, a mafia princess, yet I as part of one of most powerful mafia families have no clue as to who the culprit may be.

"Based on the silence I'm assuming none of you have any ideas. Ok how about this, have you noticed any suspicious activity?" Jin questions further.

Once again I'm left without an answer to his question causing the guilt I feel to swell.

"Still nothing." Jin sighs in defeat.

Seokjin pov

What should I do? We have no idea who the kidnapper could be, no leads, nothing. There must've been something we've missed, I mean come on we are one of the top mafias in the world, it shouldn't be so easy to kidnap our sister.

"Wait, I remember something! One night when I went to check on Y/n I thought I saw someone on the tree by Y/n's window. I was unable to see their face as they got scared and jumped off of the tree. I heard them land on the ground below so I hurried to the window in order to catch them but by the time I got to the window they were gone." I explained in a hurry.

"Did you check the CCTV?" Namjoon asked right away.

"Yeah but it had been wiped. I asked some of our guys to look into it but forgot to tell all of you."

"How could you forget to tell us?" Jimin questioned angrily.

"I don't know, everything was just so messy, we found out dad had lied to us our whole lives, we were trying to build a relationship with Y/n. I guess I just didn't think it was one of our main priorities." I reply, feeling regretful.

"It's okay, at least we've got something and right now all that matters is finding Y/n." Namjoon steps in diffusing the situation.

"Ok here's the plan. Jin, ask our men for the information they found out about the person at Y/ns window. Until you come back we're going to look through the letters Y/n received and try to find out where they came from, whoever wrote them must be involved somehow." Yoongi explains and with that I take off in search of the information.

Don't worry Y/n your brothers will find you.

Question of the chapter - Do you have any pets? I don't sadly but I'd love to have a dog.

Hey!!! I'm finally back with another chapter! My exams finished awhile ago but I decided to take a break after them but I'm back now.

Thanks for reading and sorry for any mistakes!! 💜💜