Y/N's POV

"Y/N?" His voice. Her phone clattered to the floor and she was too far gone to pick it up. "Y/N, unlock the door." She didn't want to....didn't want to see that man...

He head poked underneath the stall door. Mark paused for a moment. He was honestly surprised she was still conscious. He'd given her a pretty heavy dose. Her eyes closed for a second and then she jerked awake, off balance. He reached up and unlocked the door, then opened it, and clambered to his feet. "C'mon, Y/N." Her phone must have fallen out while she was attempting to throw up, he decided. No matter, she didn't need it. He kicked it to the side and gripped her arm, dragging her out of the stall. Those annoying drunk ladies from earlier were gone and no one else was in here. He wanted to get her to one of the private club rooms but when she dropped he decided the bathroom would have to do. He wasn't picky.

He used the door stopper to jam the bathroom door closed and hurriedly took off his jacket. Even with as crappy as she looked right now she was gorgeous. Yoongi didn't deserve her. The bastard didn't treat her right. Why was she even with him still? Why couldn't she see that someone like him was better? He actually cared for her. He didn't go running off for weeks at a time, leaving her by herself. He'd actually take care of her, love her, touch her...

He never thought he'd be the kind of guy to do something like this but he couldn't think of any other way to prove to her that he was the one for her. After tonight...Yoongi could do without her for one night...he'd take her to his house and when she woke up she'd see that this was best...

He unzipped his pants.

Taehyung's POV

When the van got stuck in traffic Taehyung cursed and threw open the door, taking off with Jimin right behind him. They might be recognized but at this point he didn't care. His brother's wife was in danger and nobody was fucking picking up their damn phones. Jimin and he had kept trying to call other people but everyone was exhausted and apparently nobody thought to turn their ringers back on.

This was the one time when no phones had actually gone off in their meeting and it was the one time when one should've.

Yoongi's POV

Everything was dark so he assumed Y/N was sleeping and the nurse too. He tried to move quietly, opening the door to their bedroom. His breath was baited. It always stopped for a second when he walked into their room at night. He always just looked forward to seeing her.

But this was weird. She wasn't in her bed. He frowned. Bathroom, maybe...?

Mark's POV

Someone banged on the door but he yelled at them to go away and continued unbuttoning her top. Despite her surgery scars he sucked in his breath when he had her shirt fully undone. Everything he had always dreamed of. Everything.

He wished she was more of a skirt girl. That would make this so much easier. Oh, well.

He unbuttoned her jeans and slide them down, groping her breast afterward and feeling himself starting to get hard. She was his. Finally. And that BTS guy had no say in the matter.

Taehyung's POV

Taehyung turned a few heads when he barged past the bouncer but the music was so loud most people didn't notice. Jimin stopped, trying to explain to the bouncer what was going on and giving Taehyung a chance to get away in case he wasn't successful. A few people in the long line glowered but he didn't care. His palms were sweaty and he'd been trying not to but he couldn't help but wonder what Mark was doing to Y/N. Why did he have her at a place like this? He guessed Y/N still hadn't told him she was pregnant, she had seemed reluctant to at the hospital.

Taehyung pushed past people, scanning the crowd at first but stopping when he realized that if Mark was doing something to Y/N then he wouldn't be doing it out in public. The bathrooms were on this floor and the club rooms were on the second, if he remembered right. He'd start down here and then move up. The more time passed the more he got frantic.

Yoongi's POV

Yoongi started to panic slightly when he realized that Y/N was nowhere in the apartment. He'd looked everywhere and even woken up Sohyeon, who had assured him that Y/N was supposed to be in bed. He plugged in his phone, sitting on the bed and tapping his leg impatiently while the phone began charging. It would be a little bit before it had enough juice to turn on.

Taehyung's POV

He poked his head into the men's bathroom. Nothing. But when he tried the women's the door wouldn't budge. He had a sinking feeling he knew why. He stepped back and took a deep breath, putting years of training and conditioning to work by ramming into the door.

It gave and he almost fell down but caught himself on the door handle. And he saw something he'd never wanted to see.

He felt fury course through his veins as he rammed the door open wider, reached down, and hauled Mark up by the collar, driving his fist into the man's jaw.

Y/N was laying on the ground, shirt unbuttoned, jeans pulled down, and Mark had been working on getting his down too. Taehyung could see the beginnings of a few hickeys forming on her neck. Roofied. She'd been roofied.

"You sick bastard!" He yelled, punching Mark again.

"Taehyung!" Taehyung felt strong arms wrap around his waist and pull him back, away from Mark. He tried to wrench away from Jimin but Jimin held firm, not letting him go. In reality, he wanted to join Taehyung in beating the shit out of the man in front of them.  But they had to keep their heads and prioritize the one person in the room who couldn't fight for herself.  The bouncer from earlier stepped past them and assessed the scene then grabbed Mark.

"I'll take care of this pervert." He assured Jimin, who was glaring daggers, before shoving Mark out of the bathroom.

"Taehyung, we need to take care of Y/N." Jimin relaxed his arms when he was certain Taehyung wouldn't follow the bouncer and the whining pervert he was holding by the neck.

They heard a phone ring as Jimin crouched down to button her shirt. It took Taehyung a moment but he found her phone and quickly answered. It was Yoongi.

"Y/N where are you?"

"Yoongi-hyung, she..." Taehyung stopped. He didn't know how to explain this to the man on the other end of the phone. Just thinking about it was making him feel sick.

"Taehyung, why do you have Y/N's phone?"

"Hyung, she..." He took a deep breath. "we're bringing her to your apartment."

"Tae, what happened." Yoongi's voice was pleading.

"She was with Mark." There was a pause. Yoongi didn't get it. That'd never been a problem before.

"Okay..."

"Hyung, he roofied her."