Jungkook never thought that he'd find a home behind a four metre tall fence and concrete walls, but with the help of the Woodburians, the growing group turned the place into a sanctuary for all. That's until the group was tested by a deadly virus an...
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"Tae....little brother~"
"Brothers do this, brothers love each other."
"Don't tell anyone, they won't understand. They don't want us to love each other."
"You don't want this to be the last time you see me, do you?"
Taehyung shot up in his bed, nearly slamming his forehead against the bunkbed hovering above him. His chest rose and nostrils flared as he sucked in a glob of stuffy air and scrambled back in the bed. The loose shirt he wore slipped to the side and revealed his exposed ribs through the low-cut sides. Taehyung's back brushed against the wall behind him and the duvet pooled around his hips. He shifted to the side and bent one of his knees, making the bed underneath his thighs creak at the movement.
The bony fingers of the darkness around him soothed him with each drag of its fingers against his scorching skin. The honey-glazing Taehyung's exposed arms melted and mixed with the pearls of sweat clinging to the seam of muscles in his arms. Strands of raven hair licked at his temples and wide obsidian eyes leaked into the darkness of the room and blended into one.
Taehyung's trembling fingers grasped at his shirt and pulled at his collar as if the collar was the reason he wasn't able to breathe properly. He squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled deeply - the breath was held hostage for a few seconds longer before he puffed it out and blinked his eyes open.
The moonlight leaked through the metal bars of his cell and asked him if he was alright. The answer he gave was in the form of pressing his fingers against the crease between his brows and dragging the pads of them down the slope of his nose. Taehyung dropped the hand back against his chest and pressed his palm right above his heart.
With each pump of his heart, Taehyung filled his lungs with sharper intakes of breath and tried to wave away the lingering traces of his dream. It wasn't a dream, not really, more like memories that decided to climb up his brain and show themselves just for their own cruel amusement.
Taehyung knew this would happen, he was aware that as soon as he came back, his fears and nightmares would too. Taehyung could lie to the others and tell them that the only reason he left was because of the sugary lies that this place will last forever. But only he knew that the reason he left, was because he couldn't stand the thought of ending up in the same place as his brother.
Taehyung wondered often when he was laying in his cell, staring at those metal bars. He wondered if his brother used to stare at the same concrete walls as he thought about what he had done, he wondered if he had stayed in the cell next door or even slept on the bed Taehyung was currently laying on. And despite knowing that his brother hadn't been kept in this specific prison, Taehyung was still aware that prison was a prison, and in the end, he ended up right where his brother used to be held for his crimes. It made him wonder, was he the same as him for ending up sleeping behind prison bars?
