Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

Jackson always ran into the handsome steward in the elevator like always. He cleared his throat effectively grabbing the boy's attention. Even if it was a mere look through his lashes his head still bent. " We meet again." He said. The boy nodded after a beat. Namjoon rolled his eyes at Jackson to which Jackson responded with sticking his tongue out. Namjoon plugged his earplugs on to avoid any second hand embarrassment he was sure he would suffer from otherwise.

" So," Jackson began. "Can I claim your baggage?" He leaned forward, fluttering his eyelashes and smiling suggestively. Namjoon winced in the back. The boy looked up slowly, as if processing what was just said. He blinked at Jackson before looking up at the dial. The elevator pinged. "Want me to stamp more than your passport?" He cocked his head to the side, eyes challenging. Namjoon choked a laugh. "If you're into that sort of thing?" Jackson bit back grinning. The boy rolled his eyes. "Still not interested Wang." He pushed past him, purposefully brushing shoulders. Jackson whined. " Oh come on Mark!!" Mark shook his head and continued walking dragging his suitcase. "Where you heading?" Jackson caught up.

Namjoon walked past them throwing them a wave. Mark smiled at him ,Jackson didn't bother. Mark's eyes widened when he namjoon, still turned to them, ran straight into a man exiting. "Hey man!! Careful." The man had smiled steadying namjoon. Namjoon bowed 90 degrees mumbling an apology. "That's alright captain. It's my fault as well." He assured. He turned to drag back namjoon's wheeled suitcase that had strayed away on collision.

Jackson frowned when he lost Mark's attention. " Hey?" He tried. Mark frowned. The man had seen namjoon walk towards him. He had still continued straight as if to butt head-on. "Tokyo." Mark replied. He had long since learnt denying Jackson meant Jackson leeching on till he got an answer. It was annoying but mark enjoyed it. Jackson didn't need to know that. "Well well well," Jackson chirped. Mark rolled his eyes. " Are you ready for take off?" He sounded so smug mark wanted to sock him in the face and kiss that grin off his face.

Bambam was at the entrance at the back of the Boeing. Yugyeom was positive the boy had taken up the welcoming duty only to tease him. He looked beyond handsome in his suit. His hair was dyed ivory and it shone in the light. The pant fit him well accentuating his ass everytime he bent in a bow. Yugyeom pouted.

When the train of passengers had slowed down he crept below the makeshift stairs. " You are such a tease." He hissed. Bambam shrugged. " I don't what you are talking about. I'm here just doing my job just like you should be." "Hey bam? Want to play TSA officer and pat me down?" He asked his eyebrows. "You look as classy as the first Pan Am flight." Banan scoffed. The younger frowned. "You still mad that I didn't clear the test?" The steward straightened up when passengers walked up. Once they walked into the plane, yugyeom spoke. "It was not on purpose bam. I really wanted to be up there with you but-" "quit it!" Bambam snapped. "I'm working." Bambam replied softly. "I know it was not on purpose. But I also know you didn't want to be up here. So stop. Just stop." Bambam turned to bow to the approaching man. "welcome sir." He beamed. The man smiled back.

Yugyeom watched the way his boyfriend's cheeks crinkled as he smiled, the way his eyes sunk in and the stretch of his plump lips. He watched as the man bowed shortly, the heels in shoes giving him a good 3 to four inches over bam. He moved past bam into the growing crowd inside. He sighed as bambam moved to the next passenger, plastering the fake smile yugyeom was growing familiar with.

Jinyoung was checking supplies in the cabin when mark walked in. " The gates have been closed." He announced. Jinyoung nodded without turning to him. " I found a visibly upset yugeyom checking on the fuel. He failed the test again?" Mark leaned against a shelf. Jinyoung nodded. " Yah!?" Mark nudged him. Jinyoung sighed. "Hyung could you please behave. We don't have time to gossip, not during departure." He pulled out a clipboard, checking things off a list. "That's new." Mark quirked an eyebrow. "Park jinyoung working diligently? Not wanting to gossip!?" He stroked his imaginary beard. "Ah ha!" He snapped his finger. "Someone is on the plane!" Jinyoung peeked above the clipboard coyly.

"Bitch! Details!!" Mark grabbed the board from his hands,grinning. Jinyoung huffed playfully. " Im Jaebum is here." He mumbled. "Wha-?" The older prodded. "Jaebum is here. We haven't seen each other since Paris. I need to refresh his memory. So stop disturbing me. And no yugyeom did not fail the test, he failed the interview." He tugged the board back from mark and walked back down the aisle to the other end. "Noona?" He held the clipboard out to Hyolyn. She smiled at him, the picture perfect professional smile of her's. "thank you jinyoung-ah." Jinyoung smiled back before taking the bag from her hands and shoving it in the overhead cabin. "Thank you." A woman seated grinned at him. He gave her his professional smile before moving further down the aisle.

Jaebumwas engrossed in untangling his earphones. Jinyoung cleared his throat in an attempt to grab his attention and also give himself time to stay his great before he met jaebum's sculpted features. He was alone in his row, which would explain how far his head shot up thinking it was someone wanting to go in. His eyes widened.

"Seat belts sir."Jinyoung smiled his non professional smile. Jaebum gaped at him for a second before breaking out into a grin himself. " Help me with it?" He asked shyly. Jinyoung rolled his eyes good-naturedly. He bent down, his hands brushing jaebum's crotch. He tugged the two halves and turned his head a bit to look at jaebum. His lips parted and eyes shinning. He smirked. They were a hair's breadth away from kissing. Jinyoung clipped the belt. Jaebum bent forward brushing his lips against jinyoung's. The younger haired before pulling away. "Behave." He reprimanded. "I'm working." He looked up to see the aisle almost empty with people having seated. He shut the overhead cabin down." Is that an oversized carry-on or are you just happy to see me?" He smirked. "Do you believe love at first frequent flyer mile?" Jaebum grinned. His fingers looping into jinyoung's belt loops.

"Excuse me?" A voice broke them from the intense stare they were in. "Yes?" Jinyoung swatted jaebum's hands. "Do you think I could use the washrooms?" The man asked. Jinyoung eyed his watch. "Could it wait till after takeoff?" He asked. The man bit his lip. "I suppose you could. Make it quick." Jinyoung shifted so the man could shuffle past him. They were ready for take off given how the vehicle has began to move down the runway. Jaebum tugged at his dress shirt. "Later." He pulled away from the boy.

"Good Morning! Ladies and Gentlemen.

Welcome onboard this Korean Air flight 493 bound for Tokyo. My name is Kim Hyolyn and I'm Your In-flight Service Director. Your captain and co pilot for today are Kim Namjoon and Jackson Wang. Your cabin crew are Park Jinyoung, Mark Tuan, Kunpimook Bhuwakul, Kim Jennie and me are here to ensure you have an enjoyable flight this morning."

"In a few moments we'll be screening a safety Video about this aircraft. You'll also find a safety briefing card in the seat pocket in front of you.We require that you give us your careful attention.Ladies and gentlemen,We are waiting for take-off clearance from the Air Traffic Control tower. We expect to depart in 12 minutes. Thank you for yo-"

The bathroom door was thrown open interrupting the announcement. The crew was on their feet immediately. A masked man stepped out. In the series of gasps that ensued, the man moved forward and raised a gun. Two other men stood up from their seats, guns out. A woman screeched.

"We interrupt this broadcast for some news flash. This flight isn't going anywhere. We got some business." The man grinned.

Chapter Text

Hyunwoo sighed. His eyes met Yoongi's, who mimicked his sigh. Youngbae and Jiyeong had been engaged in a screaming match for the past 30 minutes, featuring Soyou. "Oh for Pete's sake!" Seungcheol slammed his palm on the table, effectively silencing the senior officials. He bowed his heads, cowering a little, when all heads turned to him. Hyunwoo, nodded, communicating a thanks.

"You can't possibly be asking us to negotiate with terrorists sir." Hyunwoo replied calmly. "I'm sorry, but we can't possibly follow through your operation." Jiyeong dismissed him. "But sir-" "none of your hard-headedness will do here Major. This has to be handled with utmost care and tact. We've got over 50 lives at stake here."
Jiyeong huffed as if he was talking to kids asking for icecream for dinner.

" Sir, we can't just readily give up a criminal we've spent so much time and money and lost some good men on." Chanyeol spoke this time. "So you suggest we put up a fight and risk losing civilians for that sacrifice that you were well aware of and prepared for captain." Soyou seethed from her position.

Hyunwoo sighed. Chanyeol could not be blamed, baekhyun had lost his arm in that ambush. "What do you suggest doing then?" He spoke,before another debate started. "What they asked of us." She started. Hyunwoo nodded after a beat. Youngbae sighed, a hand pinching the bridge of his nose as he begrudgingly gave orders. "Lieutenant, make arrangements for the release of Park SeoJoon. Let him brought here overnight. We'll ask for some time from them. In the meanwhile -" "sir, we've got a call from the blue house." Youngjae stepped into the room. "Now what?" Jiyeong grumbled as he strood out. "What are we needed for then sir?" Yoongi scoffed.
"Captain, I'm trying." Youngbae huffed in response. "We understand sir. We will be in standby." Hyunwoo ushered his team outside.

"Hoseok, what have we got?" He turned to the man. Hoseok shifted away from the white board behind him. "All we've got now is the passenger list, staff list and the details of the negotiations." He handed a sheet of paper to Hyunwoo. "We are yet to know of how many men are in there and what ammunitions they possess." Matthew added.

"We need to establish communication with someone on the plane. Somehow." Seungcheol voiced "Think we can get some cleaners in?" "Chances of that working are slim. They would be expecting that. They could blindfold the cleaner. She might not be able to give accurate information. Also, a cleaner being sent in now, when the flight was just prepared for take off will rise suspecion." Yoongi shook his head.

"Matthew, does the name Im Jaebum ring a bell?" He continued without waiting for a response. "And seungcheol,make arrangements for his arrival here." Seungcheol shoot to his feet instantly. Matthew hummed a yes. "Im Jaebum. Professional shooter. Olympian, gold and silver medalist in air rifle, pistol and shotgun." "We got him on the plane." "Bingo!" Hoseok grinned. "He can give us the information we need regarding the ammunition they possess." "But the question still remains, how do we get to them?" Yoongi sighed.

"Are we going to ignore the fact that we have been asked to release Park Seo Joon!! Park Seo Joon! The man we spent years chasing, had to co-ordinate with the north to finally capture him, we lost so many good men!" Chanyeol yelled. "WE lost!! We lost so many good men! They lost nothing, sitting in their glass cabins." He barked. "We are going to try to debug the situation but this is just a plan B. We can't afford to lose innocent lives." Matthew answered. Chanyeol put his hands up in resignation and followed seungcheol out.

"Ahh all of this is brainstorming is making me hungry." Hoseok slumped into his chair. Yoongi raised his head, his eyes meeting Hyunwoo's. " Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Hyunwoo nodded, his lips lifting up. "has food been delivered yet?" Yoongi turned to Matthew.

Inside the airplane, namjoon, Jackson and Mark sat together, while Hyolyn, Bambam and Jennie sat together in the other aisle. Jinyoung was pulled into the seats beside Jaebum. Jackson had an arm around mark, rubbing his shoulders gently. He looked over Mark's head to see the girls and Bambam huddled together,hands linked. Bambam was shaking a little but was trying his best to hold it together for the girls. He looked behind, over the head rest, he couldn't spot jinyoung but he found 2 armed men, stalking up and down the aisle, passenger trying hard to avoid eye contact, kids whose faces were mushed into their parents' chest, a few crying and many trembling in their seats, looking around dazzed, just like him. He turned away, pressing his jaws together.

Namjoon had his eyes on one of the men, guarding the cock pit, bouncing his knee absentmindedly. Jacskon placed a free hand on namjoon's knee. He stopped abruptly when Jackson squeezed his knee. Jackson tried to smile at him, but his eyes remained on the man. There was static noise through the headphones. The man's eyes darted to namjoon before peering into the pit. "You!" He turned back to namjoon. "Answer that. Come on." He tugged the pilot to his feet and nudged him to the pit. Namjoon fumbled in. The crew exchanged a look.

"You know namjoon's on the plane." Hyunwoo spoke, softly only for yoongi to hear. Yoongi nodded, his gaze focused on the box he was packing. His nimble fingers slipping the paper between the paper napkins. "Yoongi...." Hyunwoo wasn't sure of what to say, so he cut himself off. Yoongi looked up at him. "He'll be fine."

Jaebum's eyes remained trained on the man walking up the aisle while another walked down. The gun remained tucked between the waist band of his jeans and his body. He wondered what it was, if he could pull it out, if he could turn the mouth towards them. He looked down at Jinyoung's hand in his when he felt a squeeze. He looked up at the boy. The younger boy shook his head.
Jaebum raised an eyebrow. Jinyoung jerked his head towards the men and shook his head again. Jaebum blinked at him, face impassive and turned away. He gave their joined hands a squeeze before he stood up, just as the man walked past him. The man turned around on instinct, tugging his gun out and pointed it at him. The man walking down had turned to them as well, guns out. Jinyoung gasped, hands clawing at his arms to tug him back into the seat. Jaebum blinked at the man.

" Just want to use the washroom. " His voice sounded a little rough since his throat had dried up. The man did not lower the gun as he considered jaebum's words. Jaebum turned back to the other man and raised his hands in surrender. Many had turned to look at them. Fear evident in their eyes. The man grunted in response and lowered his gun down, grip still strong. " No funny business."

Jaebum nodded. He glanced at jinyoung who had calmed down a bit, his doe eyes blinking back tears. He almost reached down to cup jinyoung's face in his palms. He walked past the man, reciting the make and serial number- glock 21, Smith and Wesson model 340- in his head.

Chapter Text

"This is the captain speaking, Kim Namjoon." Namjoon spoke into the mic. "Captain, can you hear us?" a voice asked. "yes." Namjoon replied. he felt the gun pointed to his head, prod him. He looked up. "who is it?" the man mouthed. "Who am I talking to?" Namjoon relayed. "Captain do not worry. The people needed for this kind of a situation are the ones here. Can you tell us what is the situation at your end?" Before namjoon could speak up, the headset was snatched from his hands. "I'll tell you what the situation is like." The man growled. "Unless you release Park Seo joon, no one is allowed to leave this aircraft. I thought i was clear. Any delay or any plans to diffuse this situation will result in death of captives one by one." "we are trying our best to satisfy your demands only because the safety of the passengers was ensured. So we expect no foul play from your end." The man grunted in response. " We also need to ensure passengers are cared for as there are several senior citizen, women and children on that plane. So we ask that you let in a crew to clean and supply food." "NO." the response was immediate. "You thin this is a hotel? I'm holding them as hostages not-" "its a long process, what you have asked of us. If we must fulfill it you must co-operate!" Namjoon flinched at the noise. " FIne." the man relented. "but don't try anything funny." "alright." "I want details on Park Seo Joon's release and when he will be brought here." "soon." There was a static crack followed by silence. Namjoon was pulled up and pushed back into his seat by another man. jackson helped him sit. "you okay?" He whispered. namjoon whispered "yes". His brain ran faster than his mouth.

Park Seo Joon was behind the city's worst and first multiple bombing and the kidnapping of an all girls high school. He remembers the name well. It was all over the NEWS, papers and internet. It was all yoongi could talk about for a while. He remembers when yoongi was dispatched on the mission and when he came back. They were at Kihyun's birthday party. they were leaving. the party was over but Kihyun was still packing them food. Yoongi had handed namjoon a sleepy Yeri as he pulled out his phone to answer. Namjoon didn't realize then and simply accepted a sleepy baby, letting her wrap herself around him. Seokjin was going on about some new recipe he found and namjoon was actually listening because it apparently worked wonderfully on his nephews. Yoongi came back later, but Seokjin was still talking and namjoon still listening. "joon." Yoongi interrupted. And one look at his face, and namjoon knew. He was achingly familiar with the look. "you have to go?" he asked. "didn't you just get back? like a week ago. I thought you were staying for a while." Seokjin knew the face too. "they found him." Yoongi sighed. "I've to go." Namjoon nodded. there wasn't much he could do.
The drive back home was quiet until Yoongi spoke. "joon-ah, I-" "hyung, you really don't have to explain or apologize. I'm okay. We're okay. Just be safe and come soon." He reached across the console to squeeze yoongi's hand that wasn't onto the steering wheel."This man needs to be caught and no one better than you and your team to do that. I got your back here, so don't worry." Yoongi weaved their hands together and brought it up to his mouth to press a kiss. They went back to their quiet.
When he came back, he had a broken thumb and few bruises and namjoon exhaled a breath he felt he had been holding since yoongi had left. "i'm so proud of you." he whispered in the dark. "And I of you." Yoongi had whispered back.
$$$

Yoongi toyed with his wedding ring as he waited for seokjin to answer. "Hello?" Seokjin's voice cracked. "Hyung, it's me yoongi." "Yoongi!" Yoongi nodded even though jin couldn't see. "Yoongi, this aircraft thats' being held hostage, is it the one namjoon's on?" Yoongi blinked. "how'd you know?" "It's all over the news!" Yoongi cursed silently. "Ah hyung-" He contemplated for a second if he should tell jin that namjoon was on it or not. He was Namjoon's brother afterall. And he already knew namjoon was flying today. "It's- it is." He sighed. he heard jin draw in a ragged breath. "then, what are they doing now?" "we're trying our best to handle the situation. Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to him." Yoongi assured Seokjin and himself. "i only called to ask you if you could keep yeri for the night. I don't know when this will end." "of course. Don't worry. And just- just be safe and come back soon. Both of you." Yoongi could hear the plea in his voice. "ofcourse hyung.

Matthew entered the room sighing loudly. "what is it?" Hyunwoo asked. "the kid fainted." "Fainted!?" Hoseok gasped. "yeah i told him which one was the one to be delivered to Jaebeom, and how to do so discreetly. I sent him on his way and turned around i heard a thud. He passed out." matthew sighed. "but how would he have informed the flight attendant that the red elastic box was for Jaebeom." Chanyeol asked. "He would have given it himself?" Matthew turned to hyunwoo. Hyunwoo shook his head. "Chan is right. They may not allow him inside. May just ask him to drop of the boxes and ask one of the flight attendants to distribute the food." Just then the door burst open.

"The press knows." Yoongi walked in followed by seungcheol who was dragging in a boy. "found him loitering around." Seungcheol pushed the boy to a chair. "Also, General wants to see you hyung." Hyunwoo sighed. "take care of this." He pat yoongi's shoulder as he headed out. "What were you doing kid?"Yoongi sat across him. "get Junhoe."he instructed Seungcheol. "i'm not a kid." Yugyeom sighed. " And i'm not press. I'm airport staff." he wasn't sure from where all this bravado was coming, but he wasn't stopping it. "you could have just borrowed the uniform!" Hoseok interjected. "i did not! i was only here beacuse Dokyeom was scared he was being sent in. I wanted to volunteer. My boyfriend's on the flight, attending." He huffed. Chanyeol and Matthew exchanged a look. "are you thinking what i'm thinking." Chanyeol asked. Matthew nodded. "what's you rname?" "yugyeom." Yugyeom eyed them suspiciously as they began to smile at him. "Will you be able to talk to your boyfriend without having to use words? Discreet? like-" "i get it. I can."
"Perfect!"

Chapter Text

Seungcheol refreshed the page. The page finally loaded. "there!" He handed the tablet to Hanbin. It was an article posted 20 minutes ago. It had a grainy image of the hijacked flight. "But how did word get out about the flight?" Junhoe asked. Seungcheol shrugged. "I don't know. Captain Min was the one who said, the media found out." Hanbin stood up. "this view, it is what we have from the conference room." "no way! someone from inside!" Junhoe gasped. "No! some room nearby." Hanbin was already walking the corridor. There was a toilet at the end, men's to the right and women's to the left. He pointed at the toilet. "The area is supposed to be off limits!" Seungcheol grumbled as he went to find airport staff. Junhoe grabbed his gun and followed him in. It was quite, all stalls but one were open. Hanbin let junhoe go before him. The younger knocked on the door. "Um, kinda shitting in here dude." "I'm going to have to ask you to come out sir." "What. Part. of-" Hanbin jerked his head, signalling junhoe to break the door open. junhoe mouthed "What if he's really shitting!" Hanbin glared at him. "I'm shitting dude, did you not get! Use another one? I'm sure-" He screamed as junhoe kicked the door down. "no one is shitting." Junhoe announced. Hanbin rolled his eyes. The man before them was dressed in an army uniform. His hair tucked under a cap. "what the hell man!" He yelled. Hanbin stared at him while junhoe bustled. "Oh sorry dude. We thought we had someone else. Not another one of us." The man huffed. "We're the same team. No need to be so jumpy just because i didn't let you use the-What the fuck!" He jumped back when hanbin raised his gun at him. "Hands up where i can see them. Search him Junhoe for camera, mobile phone or recorder. He's not one of us." The man blinked. Junhoe frowned. "That wasn't cool man." He tucked his gun in its holster before reaching for the man's shirt. He yanked the button camera off and patted him down in search of the phone. "Where did you get the uniform?" Junhoe asked. "Friend of mine works in costume department for this drama." Hanbin shook his head. civilians sometimes. "how'd you know?" He asked hanbin. The lieutenant smirked. "your uniform. there are one too many strips for a sergeant." The man cursed under his breathe.

"I don't think this is going to work." Jiyong sat down after hearing Hyunwoo's plan. "We won't know until we try." Youngbae suggests cautiously. "This could backfire and cause casualties." soyou reasoned. "or this could work and get us closer to solving this." Hyunwoo pleaded. There was a knock on the door. Yoongi peeped in. "we got a situation shownu." "what situation!!" Jiyeong was sitting up. "Press caught wind. We caught the guy. was hiding in a bathroom stall. Took pictures from a window in there." "how did he get in?" "Was dressed in uniform. airport staff let him through. Also, the kid is good to go. He will do the job. I've decided to send BM just in case." Hyunwoo nodded. "Press knowing about this is not good. I'm going to be getting calls from blue house now." Jiyeong pulled at his hair. "We could use the press." Hyunwoo said after a bit. All heads turned to him. "They're only source is the man we got. HE relays what we want him to tell. The rest of the nation, world and that means those terrorists inside will read that too."

Yugyeom held on tighter to the handle of the cart to stop them from shivering. He waited below the aircraft for the doors to open. Behind him there was a lieutenant dressed in airport staff uniform. They hoped the message was being relayed. All yugyeom had to do then was deliver the crates of food, find bambam, check him, clean the toilet, slip the note into the toilet paper roll, give bam the look and leave. The door opened above them with a flush of air. Jennie stepped out. She looked distraught. "Come up!" "only one!" someone yelled from inside. "Only one!" She yelled. The lieutenant moved the stairs to the door. Yugyeom and he carried the boxes up. Only yugyeom was let in. He stepped in and took in his surroundings. The pilots seated with the stewards and stewardesses up front, then the passengers.Bambam was there, eyes wide when he saw yugyeom. A cloth blurred his vision as he was blindfolded. He stumbled back a little. "you. Help him to the bathroom. And you two get the food." A gruff voice spoke from behind him. Yugyeom felt a hand wrap around his wrist as he was tugged in another direction. This was bad. He mumbled. He was supposed to see bambam. He was led into the toilet where the blindfold was removed. It was jennie behind him. "hurry." she whispered. His cart was brought in by another man, masked and holding a gun under his arms. Yugyeom gulped discreetly.
He began cleaning, grabbing supplies from the cart. He tried to do whatever he did at home. Jennie watched him, while the man was called away. HE switched the tissue roll. It had been around 5 hours since the hijack. People must have been really scared, not to mention the kids and elders on board. The toilet was not that bad but the roll was down to it's last. He looked up at her, she raised an eyebrow. He switched the roll and looked back what he hoped was pointedly. She blinked, opening her mouth to ask something when the man returned. "you done?" He nodded. He was pulled out and blindfolded again. He really hoped jennie got it.

Chapter Text

Jennie clenched her fists in an attempt to stop shivering. Hyolyn raised an eyebrow at her, asking why she was still standing. Jennie shook her head as she waited for the man return after sending yugyeom off. He nudged her aside and checked the toilet. “Seems fine.” He mumbled to himself. “I need to-” Jennie swallowed nervously as he turned around, gun in hand. “use it.” He nodded and let her in. She slammed the door shut and held it breathing in heavily.

She put the lid down and sat on it. “Ohkay.” She whispered. “what was that look?” She ran a hand through her hair. She looked around at the sink, behind the dispenser, under the tissue box, in the nooks of the toilet seat, she turned to the toilet paper roll. “The toilet paper! Something to do with the toilet paper?” She began to tug on it, unraveling it. After 2 rounds on the handle she almost gave up when a piece of paper slipped out. She stared at it in disbelief before picking it up, hands shaking. She opened the folded paper. In black ink, in block print was only one line.

‘DELIVER THE BOX WITH RED RUBBER-BAND TO JAEBUM.’

The door was banged and a voice yelled, “What’s taking so long!” She jumped at the sound, hand flying to her chest. “Coming!” She yelled. She flushed and pocketed the paper, shoving it deep into her blazer. She pat her face and looked herself in the mirror. “Come on jen, they trusted you with this. You can do this!” “HEY!” The man yelled. “Coming!” She yelled back. She yanked the door open with strength she didn’t know she had. Namjoon and Bambam were standing outside beside the glowering man. “What took you so long?” He hissed. Namjoon tried to pull the man back. “I’m on my period.” She coolly answered. The man looked at her for a bit before pulling away. He shrugged namjoon’s hand off and waled back to the other men who had moved from their stations at the commotion. Jennie quietly thanked namjoon and let bambam lead her back to the seats. She leaned her head on Bambam’s shoulder. “Yugyeom seemed worried bout you.” Bambam nodded and linked their hands, squeezing it lightly.

“you okay?” “I’m fine.”

Chapter Text

Jaebum eyed the terrorists walking up and down the aisle. At the far end, the toilet opened. Jinyoung had gotten up to help an elderly woman to the toilet, now that it was cleaned. She shuffled back to her seat in jaebum’s row, hand tightly holding jinyoung’s. The crew were also starting with lunch service. He looked over the seats as they set up the trays. They were only supposed to serve breakfasts. Now they had to prepare for lunch, quietly watching everything they say under the eyes of two men. One of them, Jennie he supposed, kept looking his way. Jinyoung joined them, leaving jaebum alone in his seat. He turned to his parallel row. The old lady seated inside, her husband mumbling prayers thumbing his rosary and their grandkid who stared too much at jaebum. Jaebum smiled, hoped it was friendly. He wasn’t really good with kids. He liked them but they didn't seem too. Jinyoung was good both ways.

To his surprise, the kid moved, shrugging his grandfather’s grip, he slid into the seat beside Jaebum’s. “I’ve seen you ajhussi.” “yeah?” Jaebum whispered back. “On TV. My dad has a picture of you!” “Really!” Jaebum smiled geniuenly. He wasn’t recognized much except by fans of the sport. Jinyoung didn’t too. People only remembered he existed during olympics when he won or lost. The kid nodded excitedly. “My dad owns a gun club” “oh wow!” “Your’e a really good sh-” Jaebum clamped a hand on the boy’s mouth just as one of the men stopped at their row. “What’s this?” “we’re only talking about his dad.” Jaebum shrugged. “Sorry if it was loud.” The man stared down at the kid and jaebum. “Keep it down. This is a hostage situation. Not a party.” He ruffled the kid’s hair and walked past. The boy gasped for air once jaebum let him go. Jaebum looked up to see jinyoung staring at them, eyes wide with worry. Jaebum smiled reassuringly.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“What do we do about the reporter?” Hanbin asked. Yoongi sighed. “keep an eye on him till this is over. Search the perimeters for any more media personnel.” Hanbin nodded and exited the meeting room with junhoe. Yoongi settled down in a chair, waiting alone for Hyunwoo to return. He closed his eyes trying to keep thoughts about namjoon away. The door opened thankfully. “hyung!” Yoongi sat up. “Matthew!?” “We have a problem. Park Seo Joon died.”

Chapter Text

Jennie handed a box to the girl whispering to pass it on to the guy seated near the window. Jinyoung and Bambam were handling the cart along with her. Jinyoung was pouring out the drinks while Bambam checked the list. She looked up to see jaebum still with the boy. They weren’t talking, the boy was simply peering over the arm rest at the magazine jaebum was reading. She walked backwards while jinyoung pushed the cart. One more row and they’s reach Jaebum. She carefully handed over the boxes with green rubber bands to a family of three and the twins seated on the other side. Each whispering thanks to her as jinyoung kindly asked what they would like to drink. She bent down to pull out the box with the red rubber band. She turned to Jaebum and the child. “here you go sir.” Jaebum smiled as the boy mumbled thank you, bowing lightly as she placed the one with green rubber band on his table. “Sir, this is for you.” She said slightly louder, drawing jaebum’s eyes to her. She placed the box with the red rubber band. And moved to the other side. Jinyoung leaned over the cart. “anything to drink?” He smiled at the boy before handing Jaebum a plastic cup of black Coffee. Jaebum smiled at jinyoung, even distraught he looked handsome. His perfect hair falling over his forehead, his eyes twinkling. He handed the boy a glass of juice. His eyes stopped fleetingly over jaebum before turning away. Jaebum squeezed his hand when he passed them, pushing the cart. Bambam gave him a pointed look at that, which he ignored.

The boy was mumbling his prayers, so jaebum decided to wait. He only slid the rubber band over the box, to flip the lid and examine the contents. He poked the bibimbap with his chopsticks. The vegetables looked cooked well. The boy raised his head and whispered “Amen.” “amen.” Jaebum repeated after him. “here.” He helped the boy break his chopsticks and finally began to eat. HE dug his chopsticks into the rice. It hit something. He frowned. He pushed his chopsticks in, it didn’t budge. He picked at the rice on top, pushing it to a side only to find something underneath. Neatly buried in the rice, was a mobile phone in a plastic cover. Not just any mobile but an old 3rd generation phone, with buttons and a tiny screen. He stared at it, unsure of what to do. His mind buzzed. Was this supposed to one of the terrorists? Or was this a bomb? or- “why do you have a red rubber band while i have a green” the boy asked. Jaebum stared bemused at the rubber band twisted on itself. He recalled jennie’s words. He turned in his seat to look for her. She was already looking at him. She merely nodded when their eyes met.
Jaebum clutched the phone in his hands. He pocketed it before the boy could notice. “eat up.” He mumbled to the boy.

“get Shownu.” Yoongi instructed Matthew. He exited the room too searching for Hoseok and Hanbin. “Hyung!” He turned at the sound of Hoseok’s voice. “Did you hear?” “yeah, where’s hanbin, The press should not hear about this?” Hoseok pointed to a room to their right. Yoongi kicked the door open. Junhoe rose to his feet, hand on his holster. Hanbin was laying out the journalists’s things. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “Did you check him?” Yoongi asked instead. “yes sir.” Junhor gestured tot he things laid out on the table. “We got all his cameras and mics.” The journalist despite his height looked small seated in the chair, eyes looking down picking on his uniform sleeve. Matthew came in, followed by Shownu. “How did it happen?” Hyunwoo asked. “They were bringing him down from the Jail, car accident on the highway. It wasn’t an attack. We checked.” “it was a hilly road though. Driver could have lost control on one of the turns or uphill or downhill. All we know is, no one survived. Some other car on the road, called for the ambulance. We got a call from the hospital and an officer went to check.” Hoseok reported. “This is bad.” Seungcheol and Chanyeol entered distraught. “We don’t have a choice but a military operation. We have nothing to negotiate with.” Matthew added “they’re gonna think we killed him.” “we need more time for an operation. He was gonna buy us more time.” Hyungwoo sighed.

They remained silent, minds running fast as they thought. The only sound was of the journalist breathing. “an imposter?” Hanbin spoke at last. “huh?” Matthew looked up. “i was thinking the same.” Yoongi grabbed the journalist’s pen, uncapping it to scribble on the table. “We could buy ourselves some time. Infact maybe more time.” everyone looked at him with rapt attention. “We could allow media to report that there was an accident. Park seo joon is admitted in a hospital. He will be delayed. In the mean time, we could work on formulating a better plan.” Hoseok nodded slowly. “it could work.” “we’re going to have to sell it.” Chanyeol said. “they could ask for proof. Want to see him? Talk to him?” They grew silent again before junhoe spoke. “there was that movie. On the operation that caught Park seo Joon. Maybe we could use the scenes?” “oh shit, yeah. The actor managed to look a lot like him.” Hyunwoo smiled. “better, get the actor, director, make up artist and costume team.” Matthew saluted and exited with Junhoe. “What the reporter's name?” “Kim mingyu.” The boy mumbled. “Mingyu, make yourself useful.” Hyunwoo leaned on the table on his hands. “Let your channel know, Park Seo Joon was in an accident. He survived but has some injuries. Was taken to a local Hospital for treatment with protection.” The boy nodded reaching for his phone.

Yoongi and hyunwoo looed at each other. “It’s gonna work right?” “hopefully. Did Jaebum get the package?” “Let’s find out.”

Chapter Text

1.
Taehyung stared at his phone willing it to ping with a notification of Jungkook's message. It pinged. He jumped almost dropping his phone, sputtering as the make up artist groaned. "taehyung-ah! Your eyeliner is messed up now!" "But, noona look! i may have psychic powers!" He pointed to his phone. She rolled her eyes and moved to get make up wipes to do some damage control. Taehyung unlocked his phone, eager to reply to Jungkook. He frowned. "what is it?" The make up artist had returned. "It's not him." He mumbled as he read the text again. It was from his agency. The CEO himself. "who is it then? Don't frown so much." She dabbed the tissue at the corner of his eyes. The door to the green room opened. "taehyung-ah," It was his manager. "We have to go."

2.
Changkyun stepped down from the podium, waving at the photographers one last time before heading inside the venue. He shook hands with the MC and walked to his entourage. His assistant was on a call, a hand over over mouth hiding her frown. She hung up when Changkyun approached her. "what's wrong?" "sunbaenim called, he wants us to head back now. There's a national emergency." She whispered. "national-" His publicist gasped before lowering his voice. "Emergency?" "he says he'll call later and explain. Right now, he wants us to take the next flight back home." Changkyun stared unblinking. His stylist fixed his tie, nervous of his reaction. "Is this a joke?" "I'm afraid not. He said he'd explain but we gotta go now." She sighed. "right now?" He squeaked. "I'll take care of the ceremony, you go first. It must be something big and important." His publicist urged him to move. "I'll have you changed." His stylist muttered nervously. Changkyun followed his assistant to their security. Kihyun squeezed his shoulder understanding his mood. "We've been briefed of the situation. Let's make a move."

3.
Jungkook shifted in his seat as the passenger beside him leaned into him. "I think now would be a good time to attack." She whispered. "please stop saying that, they're gonna hear us." He whispered back. "Oh, right. Should we do code names and keywords?" She cocked her head to a side, eyes twinkling. "No, we just wait for the authorities to take action." "but you've never done that! You always said every citizen should protect the other." She quoted him in his voice. "It was one movie." He sighed. "ah jungkook!" She pinched his arm lightly. Jungkook gasped. They froze, mouth open and hands raised waiting for a reaction but got none. The terrorists were at the back talking to some other passenger while the rest were in the cock pit. "noona, please. This is not an action movie. This is real life. I can't pull such stunts." He whispered, pushing her back into her seat. "noona?" She frowned. "I saw your ticket earlier. Your older than me." He shrugged. She pouted. "Not by much. It's like 2 years." "3." He corrected. "so what?" "so nothing. Besides-" He sighed. "but didn't all men get trained, that's what enlistment is about!" She whined. "I've not done mine yet." "oh shit, right! I'm a horrible fan." She covered her face. "no you're alright." She looked up at him, her eyes scanning his face. "I'm gay." He whispered. She gasped hand flying to her mouth. "you-" She smacked his shoulder. "Don't lie!" "I am." He tugged on his jacket sleeves. "why are you telling me, your fan, that? What if leak this news." "we're gonna die anyway. Someone should know. Other than him atleast." Jungkook sighed.

4.
"Byeongkwan! Byeongkwan" Junhee yelled.
"What!?" byeongkwan yelled back.
"your phone is ringing!"
"answer it!"
"hello? This is byeongkwan's brother, Junhee, who's this?"
Junhee blinked, mouth ajar when the man on the other side finished talking.
"what is it?" byeongkwan entered the room, tying up the laces of his sweatpant.
"But he's a make up artist?" Junhee spoke, eyes on his brother.
byeongkwan stared at him bemused.
"I'll send him right away."
byeongkwan's eyebrows furrowed. "Send me where? Who is it?"
"thank you for your hard work." Junhee bowed, phone still pressed to his ear. byeongkwan gaped at him.
He hung up and turned to his brother, face serious and voice grave. "It's an emergency, you're called by the government and military." "me? What is it a make up emergency?" byeongkwan snorted. "shut up, quit joking around and let's go."

6.
Minghao sat up, squinting at his phone screen. "why is this hyung calling me now?" He frowned and looked down at his boyfriend. Junhui shrugged, busy mouthing at Minghao's thighs, nipping and licking the skin. Minghao swiped up to answer and pressed it to his ear, his other hand in his boyfriend's hair. Junhui continued his administration, moving up and closer to his crotch. Just as he reached up to untuck his boyfriend, the hand in his hair yanked him back. "what the?" Junhui raised a hand to grab Minghao's wrist. "It hurts babe. I'm really not in the mood for teasing,can we-" He looked up at his boyfriend's face and stopped himself. Minghao stared ahead into the darkness of their room. He sat staring at Minghao's face before the call ended. Minghao looked back at him. "I have to go."

Chapter Text

"you want to what?" Taehyung squeaked. Hanbin sighed. "we need you to recreate some scenes from the movie." Junhoe answered. "This is a national emergency?" Minghao snorted. "Sir, please try to understand we need to do this. This would buy us time and help save-" "What if I don't want to do this?" Changkyun frowned. Chanyeol slammed his fist on the desk effectively startling everyone in the room. "This is not a request. It's an order. As a citizen of the nation you have to help." He hissed. Taehyung and Byeogkwan looked down, averting their gazes. Chankyun and Minghao looked properly miffed. "Please try to understand." Hanbin spoke as calmly as he could. "Park Seo Joon is dead. If we told the terrorists on the flight that he is dead, they might think we killed him. They might kill everyone on the plan or make more brash demands. So we decided to paint a picture that he is alive but injured. So we need Taehyung-sshi to play a injured bed ridden Park seo joon. We needed the Make up and stylist team to make him look the part like you did, the cameraman and director who know how to paint that picture well to help us." HE pointed to Mingyu. "We have a reporter here, who will help publish what we want them to read. If this becomes a success, we can buy some time to execute our plan to rescue the hostages and catch the criminals." "So?" Chanyeol growled. "Jungkook is on the plane." Mingyu spoke barely above a whisper. "what?" Taehyung whipped around to face him. "Jeon Jungkook is on the plane. I saw him come in." "no." Taehyung shook his head not believing the reporter. "It's true. Jeon Jungkook is on the plane." Junhoe looked up from the list of passengers before him. Taehyung huffed a breathe as he sat down. "idiot." He mumbled.

"So?" Hanbin leaned on the desk eyeing the movie crew. "We're gonna need to a hospital room." Minghao spoke. Changkyun continued"with the minimum equipment. He should be hooked to something but nothing too serious that could scare them." Hanbin smiled to himself. " I'll get the clothes and make up needed. Something to show some injury." Byeogkwan unlocked his phone to work on it. "Do i have some dialogue or do i only pose?" Taehyung asked finally. "I guess we-" Yoongi opened the door interupting him. "They took the bait!" Hoseok followed. "They want some proof that he's okay. What did you guys plan?" "I think he should talk then?" Taehyung said. "Something about hwo I'm okay, thank you maybe and that we'd be free soon." Taehyung hummed to himself as the others nodded. He grabbed Mingyu's notepad an scribbled his lines down. "he writes his own lines?" Mingyu asked. "helps him remember better." Minghao replied. "We need to include he date." Changkyun thought out loud. "Newspaper?" Hanbin supplied. "Should work." The director nodded.

Jaebum locked the bathroom door behind him. Jinyoung watched him bemused on the other side as he shut the door. He quickly put the toilet lid down, to sit on it. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans and listened for any sound. He met his reflection in the mirror. tired and shabby, his hair out of it pony and falling over his forehead. He had a say old stubble shadowing his chin. He drew in a deep breathe before pulling the phone out of his pocket. He stared at the tiny thing but their last hope. He switched it on, long pressing the button. He pressed it close to his chest under his jacket to muffle any sound. After a minute when he didn't hear anything from outside he pulled back to look at the screen. There was only one number in the contact. He messaged it.

Hello?

Chapter Text

"We have a message!" Hyunwoo yelled grabbing everyone's attention. "What's it say?" Yoongi rolled a chair towards hyunwoo where he was bent over Jooheon's shoulder peering into the screen. "hello." Jooheon's cursor underlined the message. "Alright, ask him if he is Jaebum?" Hyunwoo nudged Jooheon. The hacker's fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard. 

Jaebum? are you okay?

They waited for a reply, three heads staring at the screen. Hoseok entered. "The boys have left with the film crew to a nearby hospital." Hyunwoo nodded. "What's going on?" Hoseok asked hesitantly. "We got a message." Yoongi replied, eyes still glued to the screen. "God i hope he didn't get caught because his phone went off with a message notification." Jooheon bit his lip. "I thought you took care of it." "I did, I did!" Hoseok joined them, looking over their heads at the screen. 

Yes. 
All of us are fine.

"oh good! he's alive!" Jooheon sighed. "ask him, how many terrorists are there." Yoongi prompted for jooheon to type. 

How many men are there

The message came faster. 

5. Armed.

"tell him to identify the arms and ammunition." Hyunwoo instructed. Chanyeol walked in, he opened his mouth to ask but hoseok simply instructed him to come around. 

glock 21, 
45 ACP Smith and Wesson model
and i think there's a beretta too.

"He's quick." Chanyeol murdered. "Probably had already kept an eye out for it." Jooheon shrugged. "can we call him?" Hoseok asked. "Too risky." Yoongi tsked. "Infact he's probably in the toilet. We're keeping him too long, they'd notice." Yoogni straightened up, hoseok and Chanyeol stumbled back. "Let him go. Tell him to contact if anything happens or if he has anything more to share.otherwise to await further instructions." "tell him not to panic and to let the others know that too. That we're working hard to save them." Yoongi added. Jooheon nodded and began to type, when Jaebum texted. 

i got to go

"told you." Yoongi mumbled.

don't worry, we're working hard to save you
if you have anything else to share, text immediately, we're always available
be careful

ty

Chapter Text

Byeongkwan was dusting setting powder on face, brush gently moving over Taehyung's cheeks. Minghao was opposite to them steering up his camera. Changkyun walked in with Hanbin, newspaper in hand. "You should hold this." He threw it to Taehyung. "why!?" Junhoe had been watching Mingyu in a corner of the room. "So they won't doubt the footage." Hanbin replied. Changkyun looked through Minghao's setup. "Can we have a doctor or nurse walk out of the frame?" He asked no one in particular but hanbin left the room searching for one. They had mangaed to use a bed and other necessities like IV drip, patient monitering systems and bandages in the medical centre of the airport. Byeongkwan made Taehyung look the part, from the hair, to the tanner look, sunken in eyes and bruised body. "Taehyung shi all good?" Taehyung looked up when changkyun called him. "I'm fine. Did you think about my lines?" Changkyun nodded. "Something about how you're okay, and you will see them soon. Perhaps commend then on their efforts and thank them?" Taehyung nodded. "should I be reading the paper?" "No, we could just leave it open on your lap?" Taehyung opened the paper, the first page already had a grainy picture of the flight. He went in for the main story searching for one word, a name. And there it was, "among the passengers are blah blah blah and Jeon Jungkook actor/musician." Taehyung gripped the sheets of paper tigher. "Idiot" he mumbled under his breathe. " Is this going to work?" Mingyu whispered. "It has to." Junhoe assured.

Soyou was on her third cup of coffee and it was only 6 in the morning. Jiyong was on the phone probably with the blue house again. Youngbae rolled a paper weight on the table, thinking to himself. "What's the update again?" She asked. " We told them about the accident but that he was admitted in a hospital. They did not like it and haven't contacted since. We haven't been able to reach them either. Hyunwoo told me he got in touch with someone on the plane." Youngbae spoke, eyes not leaving the glass paperweight. "That's too risky given that they're pissed now. " Jiyeong sighed, getting off the call. "Chaelin says something is better than anything. She's got the house on board." "Thank God." Youngbae finally looked up. Jiyeong rolled his eyes as Youngbae smiled. "How's the filming going?" "They just started I guess." Jiyeong hummed grabbing a coffee for himself. " Would be amazing if we could trick them." "I know!" Youngbae grinned. Soyou rolled her eyes. "Boys. "