Masked Love

CHAPTER 13

WAREHOUSE

Jungkook squinted at the bright light that bit into his eyes, sending shock waves of pain through his head, as the hood was removed. He had been hit quite a few times and the headache he was suffering from the beating was immense. His arms were bound behind his back and he sat on a small metal chair in the middle of two florescent spotlights. Once his eyes adapted, he looked around at the obvious storage space where he was being held.

Jungkook: 'What the...'

The sentence was cut short as someone smacked him across the head...hard... sending any thoughts in his head to the ground. He now knew what it meant to see stars, the bright twinkling from the pain blurred his vision as tears welled up from the impact. He had never been much of one for fighting but he had never backed down as a teen. That being said, the punches taken back then were nothing compared to this.

A big man squatted in front of him, holding a baseball bat in his hands. He was stroking the bat and smacking it against the ground in a threatening manner while he eyed Jungkook.

'Had he hit me with that? Certainly not! I would be dead by now.' JK thought.

Big Man: 'He's purty.'

A voice behind him spoke: 'This is B he was training on your husband the other day and has taken a liking to the baseball bat because of that.'

B grinned at Jungkook happily. He was missing a couple of teeth and the sinister grin made Jungkook cringe. He reflected on the bruises Jimin had sustained and paled. They had been caused by a baseball bat?

Voice: 'Thanks to you and your whoring ways, Jiminie just took it. But lately you have been good. Why? I need to break in new guys and I need my punching bag back.'

Jungkook started to feel sick to his stomach. Punching Bag? Jimin? What had these animals done to his beautiful Jimin? What harm had he brought to Jimin?

The person behind him came to B and patted him on the head. His smile was sarcastic and cruel. There was something about him that was familiar and then Jungkook remembered... he had been to their wedding.

Ki: 'I am Jimin's favorite cousin, Ki. You must be so happy to have such a flexible and unique husband.'

Jungkook looked at him in confusion.

Ki: 'Jiminie has always been a special kid. He could crawl into places no one else could, so flexible and slick, yet so fucking tough. When you managed to connect with him, never a peep. He would stand there all bloody and just stare at you. Creepy...you know?'

'Are we talking about the same person? Sure Jimin was incredibly flexible but that was because he was a dancer.' Jungkook thought.

KI: 'It's no wonder he is the family's best killer.'

Jungkook stared at Ki like he had two heads. 'Killer?'

Ki nodded: 'Has he not told you? He can climb up the side of a building, sneak into your room, walk up behind you undetected and snap your neck. If you happen to see him and stab him, he won't even flinch. I have seen it with my own eyes.'

Jungkook could agree to the undetected part. Jimin did that all the bloody time and when JK put ointment on the baseball bat wounds he had not said anything when they obviously would have made any other human flinch at the merest touch.

Ki: 'I see that you agree. He is great for training. If these guys can manage to connect with him by end of day then they pass. It does, however, take them about six hours and many at a time to accomplish it.'