The darkness behind the car windows was absolute. Jungkook tried to track the turns, count the seconds, but soon he completely lost his bearings. His heart was pounding somewhere in his throat, the dryness in his mouth did not go away, and the handcuffs dug into his wrists like cold metal. He heard only the steady hum of the engine and his own intermittent breathing.

He was snatched from backstage, right after the show. Quickly, quietly, professionally. A hand on his mouth, a shot in the neck, and then – failure. He came to in the trunk, and then he was moved to the back seat. He did not see the kidnapper’s face – only a dark silhouette and hands in leather gloves.