I was dazed from being dragged across the floor, the pain coming - actually coming - from my head, throbbing like a drumbeat, and I groaned low, trying to push away from whatever constrained me. My hair was being pulled strong, so impossibly strong. Hazy from all the pain in my head, it felt like a cloud had finally found its home in my brain. I vaguely registered the voices speaking in Chinese. Chinese? Was this my end? No, this couldn't be my end this way; where the hell was Jungkook? What did they do with him in this very dire situation?

"Jungkook!" I yelled out, my voice vacating my body into the open, where maybe-someone-somewhere would hear me. But all I got in return was that unfeeling, impenetrable silence hanging in the air around me like a shroud.