HERMAPHRODITE

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The sounds of panic in the hall awoke Jungkook and he raised his head, reluctantly dragging himself from the exhausted sleep he had been so deep in. The small movement sent pain lancing through his head and he closed his eyes while he waited for the room to stop spinning.

"Fuck!" he whispered to the four cold gray walls. The drug they had given him was obviously starting to work. How long had he been asleep for?

His body had throbbed before with the injuries he'd sustained in the fight, but now with the drug coursing through his bloodstream the promised pain had increased and he was acutely aware of every cut, every bruise and every movement his muscles made. Who could have known that blinking your eyes could cause mild pain?

He was drawn from his thoughts as the door to his cell began to open. He braced himself for the torture he knew he would undoubtedly be facing. His eyes widened in shock though when instead of the burly figure of one of the traffickers men, the slender frame of Kim Taehyung stood in the doorway; gun cocked and aimed right at him.

"Hyung." He said softly in surprise before groaning in pain. God, it even hurts to speak!

"Jungkook." Taehyung exclaimed softly as he lowered his gun and moved quickly toward the younger.

"I'm s-sorry hyung." He whispered, pain evident in his voice.

Tae shook his head, "Not your fault, your cover was compromised."

Moments later they were on their way out of the building.

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Jungkook didn't remember much about the escape, his mind and body were too wracked with pain to think. In one way it was probably a blessing, he didn't want to remember if he sobbed like a baby with each step he took. He knew he had passed out at some stage which meant that Taehyung had carried him as his last conscious recollection had been of them finding a way from the building and across the external compound.

Now he was lying on a bed in a room he did not recognize. He turned his head and grimaced. The drug was still in his system. He wondered how long it would take for his body to flush it out. The door opened and Tae walked in carrying a tray. He set it down beside the bed and crouched next to Jungkook, his chocolate eyes softening a little as he gazed at Jungkook's prone form.

"You okay?"

"I'm okay hyung, just some minor bruising, several cuts and scrapes, sprain to the left ankle I think, pounding headache, oh and a pain inducing drug running rampant through my bloodstream," the younger replied as he tried to make light of his injuries before he closed his eyes against the glare of the light.

Taehyung shook his head at the younger's flippant attitude toward his injuries and reached for the tray and lifted the glass. "Here, drink this," he said as he brought the glass to Jungkook's lips, sliding a hand underneath the younger's neck and lifting him gently.

"Thanks," Jungkook replied and drank the water greedily. Once he had drained the glass Tae laid him back down and looked at him, noting the areas of damage. He pulled a first aid kit from underneath the bed and rummaged around for supplies. Finding what he wanted he laid the supplies out on the tray and reached for Jungkook's shirt.

"I'll attend to your wounds."

The younger groaned as Taehyung tried to remove his shirt, the drug enhancing the pain of his injuries to the point where he thought he would scream.

Taehyung paused and stared at him.

"This drug? You weren't joking?"

"No, hyung, I wasn't!" Jungkook cried out with tears of pain stinging his eyes as he tried to fight the waves of nausea that tried to wash over him.