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Jungkook’s phone pinged.  He glanced at it.  Taeyeon!  He picked his phone up and quickly unlocked it.  His face paled when he read the message.

“I must say…tying someone up who has a broken arm is quite the task.”

Then a picture was sent.  In it, Taeyeon was bound to a chair and unconscious.  The only part of her that wasn’t tied to the chair was her left arm.  Jungkook studied the background for any clues while trying not to panic.  Then he gathered the courage to respond.

“Who are you?”

“You know who I am.  But it doesn’t matter.  Taeyeon is mine now.”

“Would you consider a trade?  Surely I can offer you something better.”

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Yunseo had left a few minutes ago.  In that small amount of time, Taeyeon had managed, through many painful gasps, to untie herself from the chair.  Now she crept to the door and quickly locked it.  Then she searched the room for the phone she knew was in here.  She had to act quickly.  She dialed the emergency services number before explaining the situation and giving the address as fast as she could.  She could only hope they got here before Yunseo discovered what she had done.

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“I gave you what you wanted!  Let me have my wife!”

Yunseo smirked, tossing the diamond-encrusted necklace aside. “This isn’t what I want.”

Jungkook gasped as the cold barrel of a gun was pressed against his forehead.

“You stole my Taeyeonie from me.  You deserve death for that.”

Jungkook felt his blood run cold.  This is it, he thought.  All the time and effort he’d put into trying to protect Taeyeon from this guy, it was all for nothing.  But then he saw her.

“Keep him talking.” She mouthed.

Jungkook had no idea what she was up to.  But this was his only chance at survival.  So he said the first thing that came to his mind.

“What good will killing me do?  Taeyeon is strong.  She’ll find another way out.”

Yunseo growled. “What do you mean, you idiot?  Taeyeon’s weak.  She can’t do anything on her own.  She went from me straight to you.  And don’t act like you’re not just like me.  You treat her well now.  But I know it’s just an act.  You told her you’d save her?  Be her superhero?  That’s why she married you.  But once I’m gone, you’ll treat her the same as I do.  And she’ll be stuck because you’re married.”

Yunseo grinned devilishly. “Quite a plan.  I’m sad I didn’t think of it myself.  But I won’t need it.  Mine is simpler.  I’ll kill you.  Make it look like suicide.  Then I’ll force her to marry me.” He cocked the gun. “Say goodbye, pretty boy.”

Jungkook didn’t know what happened next.  He heard sirens.  And someone scream.  And maybe a gunshot.  All he knew was that everything hurt.