Lorimar

Min Yoongi: International phenomenon, member of the most famous boy band in the world......... but kidnapper???

Mackenzie Santana: Wife of ‘Mr Music’ Shaun Santana, owner of the UK’s largest and best music label.

Their first face to face meeting may not have been conventional, but was it fated?! 

“I’m just about to scream when a huge calloused hand covers my mouth, thumb and forefinger squeezing my nose closed. I’m going to die!!! I know it. I can’t breathe. Tears prick my eyes as I reach a level of panic I have never felt in my whole life! I feel myself becoming lightheaded, the images around me becoming less focused and blurry, I feel a sharp sting in my neck..........then darkness takes me”

Mrs Music

I am vaguely aware of movement. Someone is shaking me and calling my name...... "wake up"


...... "I promise I'll look after him Kenzie"........


......"Gate 15 Shay! Can you organise a buggy?".........


..... "ok, thanks. Come on Yoongi, let's get your belt on for landing"...... 


I have been aware of very little today. Brief snippets have been able to break through to the forefront of my mind. It's almost as if I've watched a movie.


I know I have moved, breathed and blinked today, but I haven't felt any of it. I am genuinely numb. I could not form a coherent thought or sentence right now if I tried, as if every word in my internal library has had the letters rearranged. 


Again I hear and understand little snaps of conversations...


...... "He's hurting right now Jimin"...


.... "What do we do Namjoon? How do we help him?"....... 


.... "Jungkook, help me get him to bed please"..... 


Nothing more. Darkness. Silence. Nothing!!


I open my eyes and find its dark. I lift my head and am aware for the first time in what feels like forever. Aware of my own movements, of my surroundings, and also of the crushing pain I am feeling! 


I realise that I have 'lost time' again. 


I sit up and find I'm in my room in the dorm in Seoul! 


How the hell? What day is it? What's the last thing I remember?


I look to my left and find Tae sleeping peacefully. I swing my legs off the bed and stand, my weak legs barely supporting me and I stumble and fall, a searing pain ripping through my right arm as I also begin to wretch and gag. 


Tae is immediately on the floor beside me trying to help me up from the floor. 


"It's ok Yoongi, you're safe. Shhhhh..... stay calm, I'm here. Let's get you up shall we?!"


After helping me up onto the edge of the bed he rushes round to the side he was sleeping on and picks up his phone, dialling whilst coming back to me and placing some gauze over the bleeding wound on my arm. I continue to gag and am shocked to find I vomit out a rubber tube! 


"He's awake...... like, properly awake!" Tae barks into his phone before throwing it onto my bed.


"Ok, let's help you with that. Stay calm Yoongi, this won't feel good but you are fine, please just stay still for a few seconds"


With that instruction he lifts his hand and pulls at my nostril, flicking downward. I feel the tube hanging from my lips being pulled back into my mouth and then quickly out of my nose. I vomit a creamy coloured liquid into my lap and flop backwards on my bed, exhausted.


Namjoon, Jin and Hobi rush into the room, Hobi clapping his hands together like a performing sea lion, Jin crying like a grandma at a wedding and Namjoon is smiling at me.


"Hey Yoongi! Welcome back. Let's get you cleaned up and then we can talk ok!?" he says.


I'm not enjoying the cold wet sensation in my lap right now so I nod and Tae and Hobi help me up and into the bathroom.
