The Follower (BTSxYoongi)

15 - The Fire

Taehyung pov

We had all huddled together in the centre of the room. Trying to give each other warmth and comfort in this freezing, damp place. I don't think any of us wanted to be further than a meter away from each other. At least I didn't want to be. Especially after they had dragged Yoongi and Jinnie away.

I didn't even want to imagine what was happening to them. But I wanted them back. I wanted them safe. With the rest of us.

I wanted us all to be safe. And away from here. Wherever here was.

I was completely lost in my thoughts.

The only things I was aware of was Jimin, who was curled into my chest, and Hobi, who had pulled us both in between his legs. That was until I heard the clanging of keys though.

The sound seemed to pierce through the silence in the room, and was followed by a very loud squeaking. And then light flooded the room.

However, the light was only there for a few seconds before we were once again shrouded in darkness. Two bodies had been chucked into the room. And just like that, the door was shut and locked again.

There was a moment of complete stillness. I don't think any of us knew what to do. We were frozen. Still as a rock as we listened to the raggedness of the breathing coming from the bodies. Well, actually only one body. The bigger one had an easy rise and fall to it, whereas the smaller one looked like it was struggling.

It only took that one moment before we were all moving.

Jimin was up first, rushing over to Jinnie and checking him over. Jungkook dashed over right after, sliding to the floor just to the side of Jimin. They both quickly pulled Jinnie into a hug and stayed there for a long while.

Joonie, Hobi and I all went to check Yoongi. And what we saw brought tears to my eyes.

At first glance, he just looked a bit bruised up. Like he had been in a small fight with some bullies at school. But the closer you looked, the more you saw.

He only had bruises on his face, some small scratches to accompany them. Like he gotten a bit too close to an angry cat. But everywhere else seemed to be covered in blood.

His shirt was hanging loosely on his shoulders. Hardly any of it left. And beneath all of that, there was only red. Hundreds of shades. From almost a red rose colour to a dark red wine. And underneath all that red, were dots of yellows and purples. It was horrifying.

But it didn't end there.

This torture continued all around his body. Only his hands, feet and face seemed to not be covered in red.

It made my blood boil.

Who could ever do such a thing to a living, breathing human being? Who could inflict that much pain onto someone?

Especially on someone like Yoongi! Sure I didn't know him very well, but he seemed like a lovely, caring person. And anyway, he had been protecting me and my best friends for years now! How could he not be a good person if he had done that?!

So how and why on Earth would someone ever do that to him?

I hoped I'd never meet them, otherwise I would have no control over what I did to them. I wanted them to suffer for this. For doing something so terrible to someone so kind. I would make them suffer. I would make sure I found them and brought them to justice. I would do it. For Yoongi.

A groan pulled me from my inner monologue.

It was Yoongi.

He was conscious, somewhat.

But he was loosing too much blood. I could hardly imagine how much he had lost all ready. We needed to stop the blood flow. I quickly ripped my shirt up and began wrapping the pieces of material around his torso. That was where the worst of his injuries were. I could only hope that it would be enough to stave off infection.

When Joonie and Hobi saw what I was doing, they were quick to join in. They tied bits of fabric on his arms and legs, making sure to get the worst of the bits covered.

After we were done, we had a look over Jinnie.

He was okay. He was a little out of it, but otherwise seemed fine. He had tear tracks running down his cheeks and red, slightly puffy eyes. But he wasn't hurt. At least not physically.

We needed to focus on getting out now. We had to get out and get help for Yoongi. After everything he had done, we couldn't let him die on us.

Yoongi pov

I felt like I was on fire.

The flames were skirting all along my body, flicking over my skin. Dipping and rolling with each of my bones and muscles. They were attached to me.

But there were cool spots.

Spots where hands gently ran over and quelled the heat that was running rampant. They soothed. They helped.

I didn't want them to leave my body. They were able to get rid of the fire, even if only for a little bit.

The fire kept coming back though. It was impossible to escape.

I had this feeling. Like I was needed somewhere. Like people needed my help.

But I couldn't push through this barrier. This barrier of heat.

I knew I needed to, but I couldn't. I could only focus on the cooling hands that ran across my body. Freeing me from that awful fire.

———Time Skip———

I felt closer to the surface. Like I could almost pass through. That I could almost get away from this burning heat.

I needed to push through. I would push through. I had people who needed me. BTS needed me.

I had to push through.

And with all my strength, I did.

I pushed through. I woke up. And I was ready to get out of this God forsaken place.