The Black Parade

Chapter 5

Yoongi expected to wake up in a cemetery or a cell. Yet here he was, being pushed in a wheelchair in a long corridor. Pale green lights hung on top as the rooms passed by.   He felt groggy and tired, mind muddled with gunshots and images of Jimin.  Where am i? He tried to move his arms and legs but Couldn't. Tried to run and jump. But couldnt. Tried to breathe, scream and move. But no avail.  He was strait jacketed.
"Don't bother". A lazy and cocky voice drawled out.    He man was in his twenties with a foxy face, broad shoulders,  shaggy hair and a devilish smirk laced across his face.
" These are premium grade strait jackets. You move too much and Your bones break apart. Designed them myself." He mockingly put out his hand to shake.
"Oh I'm sorry my mistake. How silly of me." He pulled his hand back. "Im Kim Taehyung. Coordinator and senior doctor at your service Min Yoongi.  Nice to meet you. I assure you, you will be treated fantastically. No worries. Now tut tut. Off you go now. " His wheelchair started moving once again.
"Oh and yoongi."
His wheelchair stopped.
"Do know Your place here will you?"
~~~~~~Taehyung~~~~~~~~~
Taehyung walked into his room and slammed the door with his feet. Dropping the case files in the trash near him, he dropped himself on tge plush leather chair, sighing contently as he sunk down.
"So? How did it go?"  A cheery voice inquired from the shadows. Taehyung peaked one eye open and sighed exasperatedly.
"Fine. Just fine. He was sedated. Couldn't do much really. Boring." He replied as he busied himself with a rubix cube. 
"Good. Keep him like this till the election and your dad might just win."
Hoseok replied with an edge to voice.
"You know I can't keep him in here forever right? Someones bound to come looking for him. " Tae retaliated.
"Thats something you shouldn’t worry about. Leave it to me." came the reply. "You know what You're doing right?" Asked Tae.
"Of course I do. You just make sure he Doesn't die or kill himself. " And with that Hope walked out and vanished into thin air.
~~~~~~~~time skip~~~~~~~~
Jimin was shaking and sobbing by now. His silky hair usually like feathers were now sharp twig like. Cheeks rosy red and lips swollen and glossy with tears and spit. He is not who's though. Hoya has been groping jimin for the life of him and all jimon does is whimper and scream for help. Alas. It fails. Humanity is weak in prison.
"What?" hoyas low growl of surprise broke him out of his reverie.
"WHAT!? WHAT THE FUCK YOU BITCH?! YOU SLUT! WHAT IS THIS!!!" Hoya bellowed in mad rage. He was wildly gesturing to the charred skin peaking out from under his thigh. Right where Yoongi had burned his name with a lighter. Memories of that night filled jimin with lust and he moaned lightly in delicious pain.
Fists grabbed him by his hair and pulled. Hoya was heaving and growling like a wild animal. His eyes burned red with blood. He raises jimin up by his hair and drags him up to the rods. Jimin fully Prepared himself for pain of getting hit with metal rods on his head. Only it never came. Only hoya fell dead on the ground as his grasp completely loosened. Jimin noticed. A small tiny shaped wound under his tattoo and in his neck, right where the jugular should be. It was perfectly planned and precise.
"He Won't be bothering you for a while." A voice emanated from the shadows as a tall lithe fighure strut forward, all dressed in black suit and mask on. Like a masquerade ball. Except his lips. Those were heart shaped. A smile stretched acoss his long face as he stared down hugrily at the young boy.