𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 | ʲⁱᵏᵒᵒᵏ

13

the noise of a gunshot being fired sounded through the long hallway and a body dropped to the floor heavily. the breath jungkook had held for almost the entire ride finally escaped his lungs as he stepped over the man who's face had been ripped apart from his bullet.

"damn it jungkook," jackson whimpered and gulped when he saw the stranger's disfigured face.

even though his whole body was shaking, jungkook's trained hands remained calm while his gun pointed into the dark hallway.

"let's go," jungkook hissed and he opened the first door. a modern room, fully furnished appeared.

"what the fuck," jackson gasped, "i cam vividly imagine someone being tortured in here."

"they're still using it," the realization hit jungkook and he felt like someone had wrapped their hands around his throat restricting his air flow.

killing someone was one thing but torture was something jungkook wouldn't do even to his worst enemy. he cleared his throat, moving on to another room.

"i-is that blood?," jackson whimpered when they opened the next door.

jungkook leaned down to touch the red liquid covering almost every piece of the white floor like a carpet, "it's still wet."

"what the fuck," jackson cursed for the 100th time this day, panic arising in his voice.

"jimin is definitely here," jungkook murmured, tears in his eyes. he just wished that this blood was not jimin's. the bloody room looked exactly like the background in the picture. different to the first room this one had no furniture at all in it, just a wooden chair, it's legs soaked with blood.

jungkook opened the next doors but nothing was in there. he cursed angrily. they reached the end of the hallway and had only one door left. jungkook turned the knob but it was locked. he didn't hesitate to take his gun and shoot at the lock until it was destroyed so he could open the door.

he ran inside and finally his eyes caught sight of what he was searching for. jimin was still sitting on the very same chair like in the picture. his toes and fingertips had already turned blue from the cold. his whole body was covered in cuts and bruises, his head was hanging lifelessly down, his face covered by his hair. he was naked and look like a total mess.

"jimin," jungkook whispered and got on his knees in front of the younger man.

jimin didn't move an inch. jungkook cupped his face and brushed the hair out of jimin's face. the other had his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted. jungkook's heart dropped. was he too late?

"jimin, wake up," he screamed, slightly slapping the other's cheeks.

"move," jackson said, pressing two fingers onto the side of jimin's throat, "he has a pulse. it's weak though, he needs medical care immediately."

jungkook raised his head up to jackson, a confused look on his face.

"believe it or not i had a life before all this, i was a nurse once."

jungkook opened his mouth but before he could answer a quiet sound made his his heartbeat increase immediately.

"j-jungkook?"

jimin had opened his eyes and his voices sounded subdued and weak.

"jimin, are you okay??," jungkook jumped up and cut the ropes tying the man to the chair, his hands securing jimin's nude chest so he wouldn't fall forward, his other hand taking a harsh grip on jimin's thigh.

"here," jackson had searched in the backpack he had brought with them and pulled out a bottle of water. he opened it and gave it to jungkook who brought it up to jimin's lips.