13

THE OTHER

Man, I really can't wait to see what kind of mood Yoongs is in. All of these intruders who destroyed one of our last hopes for supplies were just suddenly brought in, and the only conscious one just absolutely whooped his ass. Oh, and on top of that? I not only saved the new intruder, I also left him in my room unattended and drugged so much that he'll be out for at least a few hours.
        So, yeah. I don't think Yoongs is gonna be in an awesome mood.
        I hasted my pace towards his office, assuming he'd be there, but right before the door, I'd found myself pausing. Did I lock that door? Ah, whatever, It's not like he's going to genuinely hurt all of us anyway. There are enough people on alert near my room that they'll hear a struggle or something along the lines of one. My mind wandered back to that stupid fuck; the way his dark, soulless eyes fluttered up at my brother, the ferocity and passion that he had attacked with, and last but not least? The pretty little way he fell back onto my bed, his hair going in each and every direction, eyes closed and sheets rumpled beneath him.
        Kim Taehyung. What the fuck? What the fuck are you thinking about right now?
        "Are you going to get your ass in here or not?"
        Oops. Shit. I forgot that I was kind of just standing in front of Yoongi's door. He's also got much better hearing than the rest of us, so of course, he knew I was there. You know, the whole "you lose one sense the others are heightened" thing or something like that. I threw the door open pretty quickly only to be met with two of my best friends, each with a knife to my throat. Namjoon and Seokjin? Really? He sent the damn husbands to be his protectors and my attackers?
        "Oh, Tae. Yeah, so uh, you're gonna be watched for a little bit. I know you took that stupid kid with you, and that he's just sitting in your-"
        "He's drugged. So he's not going anywhere, or doing anything if that's where your mind's at." I barely managed to get that much out before Namjoon shoved me up against the wall behind me, a growl escaping him. With a quick flick of his hand, however, both of the men had released me and I was grabbing at my throat, desperately trying to draw in deep breaths of air. Man, what the hell! Everything was good this morning!
        A quiet, humorless chuckle came from my brother. "Let him speak. I want to hear what the fool I have for a brother thinks of these new, evil people we found. Do you forget that they have ruined our chances of finding supplies? That The Snow is getting worse, and the tunnels prevented us from getting frostbite for a little longer?"
        I nodded quickly, the silver tainting the vision I held of my brother. He had a new jacket on, as the last one had been blood-stained. It was a leather jacket with fur on the inside, and fur around the collar as well. He looked a little badass if you asked me. Almost like a cat, but still pretty badass. "I'm fully aware of what the tunnels did for us," I breathed out, taking a step closer to his desk. "But I'm also aware of the fact that we're all trying to survive out here, and we're missing half of our crew. Do you think that they really had all of the supplies, in this, to rig a bomb in a tunnel that we don't even know if they knew we used? Do we even know that they knew we were here?" My eyes focused on the cut across his brow, with a bandaid sloppily slapped across it. Ever the medical expert, my brother. He definitely needed some form of stitches.
        Yoongi sighed, his visible breath drifting towards my face.
        "He gets one more shot at this. He doesn't answer, or he doesn't agree to help out around here? The rest of his crew and him are dead, no matter how fucking attractive you think he is. He'd be useless."
        I quickly nodded, but why? I mean, yeah, I guess he'd be a good help around the place, but why him? Why was I so damn determined to make sure that my psycho brother didn't accidentally kill his ass?
        My mind continued to drift as I allowed my eyes to wander around the room until they landed on a petite, pink-haired body sitting on the floor. He had his hands wrapped tightly around his arms, only daring to look up at me for a moment. He was shivering, no jacket on, only a long-sleeved shirt, and yet my (yet again) asshole of a brother was sitting there with a heavyweight leather jacket and blanket, the fire from earlier blazing beside him. Wait. This was the boy I'd carried back here, and left in the infirmary. Why was he here?
        He had cuts across his face, blood crusted in the bubblegum-colored hair, tainting it red. There were vibrant marks along his arms from where it was evident my brother had hit him, the sleeves of that same long sleeve shirt shredded and you could tell that the frost would soon get to his wounds.
        "Why is he here?" That was all it took for the small boy to gaze up at me, and that was when I saw the rest of it. He had a newly-forming black eye opposite the gash across his face, and there was a small choker around his neck. Mind you, it wasn't there when I'd dropped him off. No, this was a sick trick created by Yoongi.
        "Oh, I'm glad you asked!" He cracked a sick grin, spinning the office chair he'd been resting in. "Since you have a pet now, that stupid fuck who attacked me earlier, I thought I'd get one of my own. What do you say? Is he pretty?" The boy was staring at me now, tears forming in his waterline. He'd been crying recently, too, as his eyes were still incredibly puffy for a reason unknown.
        Well, confirmed unknown. Deep down, I knew.
        "Yeah, Yoongs, he's pretty. Pretty fucking traumatized! I'd say look at him, but that's right. You can't see the damage you've done to him. When I brought this one in earlier, Joon and I dropped him at the infirmary because he was so badly injured he was unconscious!"
        Another empty chuckle.
        "So? He's pretty, he's my prisoner, and now he's mine. Say hello, Min."
        Not a noise came from the boy. Man? I have no idea. After all, there were all of the kids left behind after it all happened, too, I guess. He looks too old in the face to be a preteen, though...
        "H-Hi. I'm Jimin. Thank..." He cleared his throat weakly. This boy was sick, and needed medical attention, now.  "Thank you for saving me earlier. We didn't place any bombs. We were stuck in a house since it started falling, and we found a tunnel leading out." Jimin paused, looking up at Yoongi, trembling the quietest he could, clearly fearful that he would be hit again. "We did not know that it would lead here. But Gguk is alive, right? He - He mentioned that there was another pet, right? Does that mean my Gguk? He - "
        Crack.
        "Shut the fuck up. I didn't tell you to speak any longer, vermin."