Trapped | KTH

47| Peanuts

Disclaimer: This chapter contains triggerworthy mentioning of disturbing themes and ideas. Read at your own risk.

"Where are you going, hyung?" Jungkook asked as he saw Jimin pack his things with a panicked expression on his face.

It had been two hours since Taehyung and he had brought you back home and now, almost everyone were asleep when Jimin got a phone call.

"It's my mom." Jimin hastily zipped up his duffel bag before sighing heavily. "She fell down a flight of stairs."

Jungkook's eyes softened as Jimin turned around to look at the maknae with sad, drooping eyes.

"I gotta take care of her because there's no one else at home. Dad is on a business trip and Jihyun is out of country for a college project. I'll be there for a week until Jihyun is back. Our schedule doesn't start until two more weeks anyway."

"That's terrible, hyung... I hope eommonim is okay." Jungkook said in a soft tone as Jimin nodded slowly. Jimin's eyes were slightly puffy as if he had just cried a bit.

Jungkook had met Jimin's mother countless number of times and he'd stop at nothing to say that she was the sweetest woman he had ever encountered. Jimin loved her a lot. He could tell how worried he was just by looking at how upset his face looked.

"Jungkook-ah, please watch over Naya when I'm not here." Jimin's hand held the back of Jungkook's neck gently. "She's not really in her best state right now because of what happened with Y/N."

"Don't worry, hyung. I'll make sure she's fine." Jungkook reassured with a smile as Jimin ruffled his hair fondly.

After Jimin had left, Jungkook was about to go burn the car when he bumped into Taehyung in the kitchen.

"Hyung, how is she?" Jungkook asked the older as he watched him chug down a bottle of water.

"Asleep." Taehyung answered flatly, exhaustion getting to him. The younger watched worried as the corners of Taehyung's lips tugged down in a deep frown as he dragged his palm down his face.

"God, Jungkook... I swear, if I ever see that man again I'm killing him. She looks like she was put into a washing machine with a dozen of knives in them."

Jungkook looked down, wincing at the mental image of it as he felt sick to the stomach.

"Did you burn the car and his bag yet?" Taehyung asked, changing the topic.

"I'm going to." Jungkook replied, earning a nod from the latter.

"Be careful." Taehyung patted the younger's head before going back to his room with a sigh.

Taehyung came over to you and kneeled in front of you, watching you as you slept like a baby. He smiled softly as his hand reached out to caress your hair.

However, tears pooled in his eyes as he looked at your face filled with bruises and cuts.

You were like this and he believed it was all because of him. Had he not left you alone for that small moment, you would be fine right now.

This is all my fault, Taehyung blamed himself, all mine.

He leaned forward brushed his nose against yours tenderly, his eyes shutting themselves tightly to hold his tears in only to fail miserably---the salty drops descending down his saddened face.

Little did Taehyung know it could possibly be the last time you would allow him to do so.

"I love you, Y/N. I love you so much." Taehyung's voice came out in a feather-light whisper, the weight of the words being an oxymoron to the tone in which they were said. "I'm so sorry..."