Martyr | Yoonmin [1] (unedited)

chapter 52

The walls and the ceiling were white.

His clothes were white scrubs paired with white slippers.

"I'm back," Yoongi gasped. He shot upward, and pain coursed through his entire body. His hands trembled in his lap. He couldn't believe he was back here.

He had been so relieved when he finally left, and he made Namjoon never bring him back. He spent almost three weeks in this hell hole - where he broke every bone in that security guard's body. He was shivering and experiencing cold sweats, but he had to find Jimin.

He got up, thankful at least for the slippers. The floor looked cold.

He limped toward the door, and by the time he grabbed the doorknob, he was breathing heavily. How was he going to find Jimin in his state? He couldn't stop. He needed to find Jimin.

He pulled it open, and he realized they kept it unlocked for a reason. They locked him in his room for hours during his last stay. He had no reason to leave the room unless he ate or trained, and Taehyung did not care if he trained Yoongi until he was dead-tired.

He held the wall as he made his way down the hallway. It was like he never left; it was almost like he only dreamt about the last couple of months. Something about the white walls made him lose track of time. Days would have passed, and he would not know which day of the week it was.

"Oh my god," A nurse appeared around the corner. She gasped loudly and rushed over. "You're not well,"

"Where is he?" Yoongi let her grab him. She used her tiny frame to hold him up. She did not even stumble as Yoongi let his weight fall on her. She spoke into a walkie-talkie and asked whoever she was talking to bring a wheelchair.

They walked further down the hall when a man in a suit arrived with a wheelchair. "What?" Yoongi snickered. "No handcuffs?"

The nurse shook her head. He was too weak for them to fear him.

Yoongi was becoming concerned when they took him down the hallway. The nurse and the man stayed silent. They went through automatic doors that led them down another hallway with no doors that led to rooms.

Yoongi would soon become disoriented. It was like a maze, with doors that led to nowhere.

"Where am I going?" He asked them, and he didn't expect an answer.

"To Felix," the man answered. Yoongi swallowed hard. His mouth became dry, and his hands could not stop trembling.

They finally reached the elevator doors and waited until they opened. The man pushed him in, and the nurse pressed the top button to Felix's office. It felt like it took forever to reach the top floor, as Yoongi watched each button light up.

Once the last light lit up, the doors opened, and the light blinded him immediately. Felix had large windows that overlooked the entire city. It would have been a beautiful sight if the sky wasn't tainted with smog.

Yoongi squinted, looking away from the light. His eyes burned.

"Good morning, Yoongi," his breath caught in his throat. He hated that voice.

"Good morning, sir," Yoongi answered clearly, and he hated himself for it. He would get in trouble if he didn't speak loudly. The guard would hit his back if he mumbled his words.

"We'll get you breakfast soon enough," Felix waved his hand, and the man pushed Yoongi closer to him.

Yoongi was afraid to ask him questions. He wanted to know where Jimin was, but would he answer him? Or worse, was he trouble?

What is he going to do with him now?

"Are you cold, my boy?" Felix asked softly, looking down at Yoongi's hands.

Yoongi shook his head immediately. "No,"

Felix nodded, and he sucked in his teeth. "Your body is reacting to the missed doses, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir,"

"See," Felix sighed. "If Namjoon did his job well, then I would have known right away. I've said countless times never to miss your appointments, did I not?"

"Of course you did, sir," Yoongi answered quickly. "You did, sir,"

"I don't know why I agreed to this plan," Felix shook his head. "All of you should have stayed here in your dorms, giving you an apartment was unreasonable,"

Yoongi didn't answer. He held his head low.

"I thought it would be a nice gesture," Felix went out with his rant. Yoongi continued to stay silent, and he pressed down his hands to his lap to keep them still. "I let it go on for far too long,"

"Thank you, sir," Yoongi said, lifting his head to look at him. "For sparing us some freedom,"

"Are you trying to be funny?" Felix spat loudly, and Yoongi shook his head.

"No, sir,"

The elevator doors opened, and Yoongi saw another nurse bring in a tray of food. She carefully walked over, but Yoongi didn't care despite the hunger pains. He tried to be aware of his facial expressions. He didn't want to look surprised or hopeful in front of Felix.

Jimin and Taehyung walked in wordlessly.

Jimin's hair was styled back to show off his forehead. His suit was freshly pressed, and his shoes glinted after a shine. He looked like a mini-Taehyung in that ridiculous outfit. Yoongi forced himself to look away.

Taehyung and Jimin stood near the wall, one hand over their wrist. Jimin hadn't even looked at Yoongi.

"I'm giving you a choice," Felix leaned in. "Let's just cut to the chase,"

Yoongi looked up.

"What would you like, Yoongi?" Felix asked. "To stay here with Jimin, or go back to your apartment?"

"I want to stay," Yoongi answered without hesitation.

"Okay then," Felix agreed. "On one condition,"

The elevator doors opened behind him. Yoongi was afraid to look behind him. He wouldn't think there could be anything worse than seeing Jimin as one of Felix's puppets. Nothing could be worse. Yoongi saw purple in the corner of his eye, and his mouth gaped open when he saw Namjoon.

He looked healthy.

Namjoon walked over and stood beside the other two boys. They stood side by side, like brainwashed soldiers to Yoongi.

"What?" Yoongi sighed heavily, closing his eyes. It meant becoming like them, and it meant giving up his freedom. "On what condition?"

"You pass the trial," Felix grinned. "If not, you return to your cell, and you never leave again."

"Fine," Yoongi nodded; he looked straight into Felix's eyes. He turned and looked at Jimin. We promised we'd stay together. "I'll pass your trial,"

-

"Hoseok," Jungkook whimpered, reaching for his hand.

"Get down," the unknown man ordered. There were at least thirty or more men holding weapons. Jungkook knew none of them would hesitate to attack one of them. The man spoke into some watch-device before turning toward them. "Hands behind your heads,"

All three boys, Jin, Hoseok and Jungkook, laid down onto their stomachs.

Hoseok gripped Jungkook's hand tightly. "It's okay," he said repeatedly. "We'll be okay,"

"I said," Hoseok screamed out in pain when one of the men stomped on his legs. "Hands behind your heads,"

Jungkook watched helplessly as the man yanked Hoseok's hands behind his neck.

"What do you want with us?" Jin asked one of them, who only smiled back.