road trip.

[6] "he's into bondage."

shownu nods slowly, "okay then," he mutters under his breath, looking away.

"oh, and is there a bathroom here?" the man asks casually.
shownu, who's still weirded out, points to a grimier door. taehyung scrunches his nose with disgust as his captor drags him towards the toilet door.

the man swings the door open to reveal a musty dark bathroom, mould and rot adorns the dark green walls and a rancid smell escapes from the stained toilet bowl.

taehyung feels like throwing up.

"there's no windows here - meaning no escape. ill untie your hands but im waiting right outside so don't think about doing anything funny." the man warns quietly, face completely blank.
taehyung stays stock still and silent as he waits for his arms to be completely free.

the man rips the brown tape off of taehyung's mouth causing him to wince in pain.
"now-"

taehyung suddenly pushes the man harshly away from him and into the racks of magazines behind him.
he turns around on his heels and runs away from the groaning male, yelping as he dodges past several stands and racks of greeting cards and other assorted items.

"please! please, call the police! or jae! or fuck, call the fucking fbi!"

shownu looks up from the sports magazine he was flipping through, bored eyes searching taehyung's frantic ones.
"uh, what?"

"tell them kim taehyung is kidnapped-" taehyung's stopped in the middle of his sentence when a sudden crash comes from behind him.

"shit, shit, please save me! im not into bondage! im being kidnapped!"
shownu finally decides to make a move and slowly reaches for the telephone, wondering if this was some sort of bondage act or something.

all of a sudden, the man emerges from behind multiple stacks of dusty newspapers and cocks his head upon seeing taehyung.

there's a gun in his hand.

oh my god, taehyung, you should've just pissed and went along with the fucker, he tells himself as he drops on all fours and hides behind rows of assorted bars of chocolate.

"hello police? there's two psychos in my petrol station-" taehyung hears shownu talk and mentally thanks the boy for doing as he asked.

"hey, shownu right? i suggest you put the phone down." the man suggests lightly as he stops just a metre away from shownu.

no no no, don't stop, taehyung thinks.

shownu continues.
"i dunno where they came from - one's dressed in fancy clothes and likes bondage-"

"i don't like bondage!" taehyung yells from somewhere in the room as he crawls around on the ground, adamant to not get shot by his captor. he groans though, at the dirt he picks up with his armani suit.

"shownu dude, put the phone down or ill put a bullet through your face." taehyung hears the man warns carefully.

"and there's this other dude who's carrying a gun and threatening to kill me."

"shownu."

"right now, one's crawling on the floor and the other one looks pretty angry, i think he's gonna-"

"i warned you." the man says simply before lifting his gun and aiming for shownu's arm that held the phone.

shownu yelps when a bullet hits his arm, his face creasing and his body doubling over at the pain.
taehyung abruptly comes to a stop behind a faded ice cream freezer and huddles besides the vibrating box, hyperventilating.

he shot him!! he shot him!!, repeats in his head, capitalised and flashing a luminescent red. taehyung brings his nails to his mouth, nervously gnawing on his thumb with rising tension. he killed shownu and now he's coming for me, he's coming for me-

his thoughts are interrupted by another series of shots, taehyung raises his head slightly to see his now slightly dishevelled captor, aim for all the security cameras in the place and fire at them, smoothing shattering them with his bullets.

taehyung's eyes flicker to the counter were shownu yells multiple insults and curses as he grips his injured arm, screaming hysterically for an ambulance to be called.
the whole scene's so hectic - what with shownu screaming curses and crying, the yet-to-be-named guy ignoring shownu and randomly firing bullets at all the cameras causing the devices to shatter into thousands of pieces and hit the floor with a small crash, and taehyung inhaling and exhaling like a madman.

the man clears his throat and lets the arm holding his gun, drop to his side. "alright shownu, i already have a guy freaking out on me and i don't need another one. chill, i just gave you a flesh wound - you won't die or get a disease or have your arm amputated." the man says, nonchalantly as he hikes his jacket up so he could slide his gun underneath the waistband of his pants.

shownu looks up in horror at the words 'die' and 'amputate' and hurriedly grabs the box of tissues on the counter and blots his wound with the yellowing tissue, yelping as he does so.

"we're going to be leaving now - oh, and we'll take some snacks as well. go ahead and call an ambulance after we leave." he says, grabbing a handful of snacks from the counter and flashing a dark smile at shownu. the latter looks fucking scared.

i am not leaving with you, you maniac, taehyung thinks with narrowed eyes. he ducks his head and hides behind the freezer, you're not gonna find me in all this mess.

"mr kim, please get out from behind the ice cream section."

fuck.

"fuck you." taehyung spits out.
his behaviour - swearing, crawling around on dirt and screaming - wasn't at all businessman-like but he was fucking kidnapped, so taehyung throws all his inhibitions to the back of his mind and brings his knees to his chest, wrapping an arm around himself protectively.

"kim. tae. hyung." the man calmly drawls out every syllable of his name and taehyung shivers in response. "get out and follow me without throwing a fit or i'll give you a flesh wound for yourself. no doubt, shownu here, has  the police coming right for us and we need to leave. right now."

taehyung balls his fists with irritation at the choice he's given. he gets up from where he's crouching and stands up straight, brushing dust off of his suit and trying to glare defiantly at his captor but gets too nervous holding eye contact and instead stares hard at the half melted ice creams in the broken freezer in front of him.

he contemplates pushing the freezer open and throwing heavy tubs of ice cream at his captor but decides against it when he sees the gun peeking out from the waistband of his captor's dark jeans.

"let's go, mr kim." the man says, "i suggest you follow me nicely and quietly." he instructs, rolling his eyes.