𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 || 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

Save Me 💊

"You'll probably wish you didn't.." Jackson winked.

Third person POV

Jungkook was furious. Burning with rage as Jackson continued to smirk mockingly at him.

"As much as I'd want to, no, I can't," He snarled, eyes dark and cold as he leaned forwards as much as he could with the restraints.

"Because when you hurt Taehyung, you became a very 'important' person to me." He added, spitting at the overly cocky man, trying to make him still feel intimidated.

And it was true.

He would never forget someone who targeted the weak and hurt them. He'd always hated people like that. It was one thing that people were proud of him for. People being friends not family.

His family only found him 'weak hearted' and 'too soft'. At first, he tried to prove them wrong, being cold and rude. But it never lasted for long. He felt bad and guilty as soon as it was done. Jungkook learned they we're right.

But it was his strength.

"When I hurt that deaf kid?" Jackson laughed loudly, doubling over as he slapped the arm of the chair.

Jungkook flinched slightly at the hit that echoed around the large room, clenching his jaw at the name.

"He has a-"

"You're too late little bunny," The brunette shrugged, leaning back as he acted more relaxed, bringing out a little pocket knife and playing with it in between his fingers.

"He's already been hurt more times than I can count and-," Jackson looked at his fingers. "How many times were you there?"

Jungkook pressed his tongue against the side of his cheek, not knowing how to reply. It was true, he wasn't there. He wished he was. Just the thought of anything harming the blue haired angel made him feel sick.

So he stayed quiet, not meeting his 'kidnappers' eyes as he continued trying to pointlessly pick at the rope trying his hands together.

Jackson finally sighed, slowly pacing back and forth for a silent minute before stopping.

"You know...it was supposed to be deaf kid, not you," He rolled his eyes, glaring at his 'parnters' as he thoughtlessly used the same nickname. It was almost as if he dint know the boys real name. To be honest, he probably didn't.

The raven head was a little releaved when he heard this. Though he shouldn't be: now he'd been kidnapped.

But what would thay have done with Taehyung if they'd got him?

Just the thoughts were disgusting and blood boiling.

"Guess you're stuck with me then," Jungkook smirked, wanting to irritate the other who was currently scolding the members.

Jackson stopped to quickly come towards the cocky male, slapping him hard on the cheek before tightly holding onto his chin, making the 'prisoner' face him.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, wincing as his stinging cheek but still glaring back at the aggressive male. Yes he was a little scared. But he didn't want to show it. He didn't want to seem weak.

"Don't be so bitchy pretty," he spat, "I'm going to get you your little, blue haired friend soon!" The brunette clapped, eyes psychotic and dark as he smiled brightly.

"Don't you fucking touch him." The raven head growled, bending forward before hissing in pain. His chest stung as if he had broken a bone somewhere.

"I'm so scared~!" Jackson laughed in a flat voice before signalling to his minions. "Sleep well pretty," he winked at his prisoner before leaving the cold, concrete room.

After a few seconds Jungkook had figured out where the pain was coming from. He had been hit with a car earlier but now? It was the least of his worries. He needed to get out, and before they tried to harm Taehyung too.

"So..." A different voice spoke out as the others came close to him. "You're fighting for that little slut of yours, huh?"

"One, he's not a fucking slut. And two, I'm not gay,"

"So Bisexual, not as if that even makes a-"

"No, I'm straight," Jungkook raised an eyebrow as they all started laughing.

"Still stuck in the closet Mm?" They cooed before one kicked him in the stomach.

The raven head groaned as they continued, all 4 or 5 of them punching and kicking him in the places he reacted to the most. Especially his ribs. He grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, giving up in trying to get out: he was tied down.

After what felt like hours of torture, sploches of black filled his sight and the only thing he could now do was hear the faint laughs of mockery and curses being thrown at his broken body.

Taehyung (morning)

God everything aches.

I woke up to a bright light blinding me through the open curtains as I sat on the floor against my door. Not the comfiest place to sleep but I guess I couldn't help it.

I blinked slowly, wiping my face from the dry tears that lay on my cheeks before waddling to my on-suite.

I definitely didn't plan on sleeping throughout the whole day but I guess I needed it. Or I really didn't. I had just woken up out of a month coma after all: I should be well rested.

My first day out again wasn't the best. My bodys probably not used to 'the life of Kim Taehyung' yet. I still need to recover. Well I guess I won't be able to as long as I'm that guy that everyone picks on.

I sighed as I freshened up, having a shower and brushing my teeth, trying to look decent and not as if I'd cried the whole night. It was pretty hard.

As I slowly padded down the stairs rubbing my eyes, I was met with my mother's worried gaze.

'Good morning baby bear' She sighed slowly at me, keeping in mind I had just woken up.

'Morning Eomma' I signed back sloppily.

'Are you okay? Something happened didn't it?' She frowned, looking sader.

'No, nothing happened. What are we doing today?' I tried to change the conversation, not wanting to tell her the events. Besides, she knew nothing about Jackson and genuinely thought Jimin was my friend.

I could see her sigh before signing back, straight away understanding that she didn't believe me. But she didn't question it thankfully. 'We need to go back to the hospital for a quick check up to see if you're okay now.'

'Hospital? Again..' I sighed slowly, worried about seeing Jeongguk again.

I can't face him. Not after that embarrassment.

I hope he's not there today.