50% Human (BTS Hybrids)

the things that were

Silence has never sounded so deafening, the air has never felt so suffocating, anyone would go mad in such silence, the man felt his numb body be dragged along the ground before eventually hearing a loud, gunshot like sound of an iron door closing, his eyes couldnt help but stay closed as he was too weak to care about his surroundings, only feeling the cold, harsh, familiar floor again.
"Jungkook.... Jungkook!" A faint voice was heard in the background, the man didn't react, his mind clouded as his heartbeat was pounding in his head. A faint groan escaped his lips as he began to regain conciousness. 

JUNGKOOK'S POV

My body ached no matter what I did and pain laced my body every time I moved a muscle, it was unbearable, the jarring sensation of waking up in pain is nothing short of agonizing. Every nerve ending seems to be ablaze with an unbearable fire, and the very act of trying to move sends shockwaves of discomfort pulsing throughout my body.
The harsh reality eventually sets in that this will be yet another day spent struggling through a painful existence, and the weight of that realization alone can feel suffocating. Finally, I managed to come back to reality as I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing that struck me was the overwhelming stench of sweat and blood. Grotesque doesn't even begin to describe the sight before me - rusted iron bars enclosed a small, damp cell barely lit by a flickering lightbulb in the corner. My body ached with every movement as I struggled to rise from the moldy mattress on the floor, unsure of how I had ended up in this wretched place. Slowly, memories began to resurface - flashes of a blurry face and a gun pointed right at me only added to the sense of dread filling my chest. As I peered through the bars, desperation took hold as I realized that there was no clear way out. It was then that fear enveloped me like an icy blanket; my fate uncertain and inescapable in this hellish dungeon. 

My desperate eyes trail to the cell next to me, a kneeling man coming into my sight, his hands clutcing the bars as his wide eyes analyzed my every move. "Jungkook... are you ok?" He asked, his ears pointing down as I grumbled, sitting up. "J... Jimin?... I'm ok..." I growled out, my voice raspy as I let out a painful cough, feeling like lightning struk inside my lungs when I did. "Please... tell me that everyone is ok.." I said, my hopeful eyes staring at the man whose face was slightly lit by the single lightbulb, his glimmering eyes looked down, making his hair fall over them. "I am not sure where Namjoon and Hoseok are..... The other are also here" He mumbled, releasing the bars and sitting down next to them, he huffed, his voice deep as he tried to contain his tears "We're back... to this place" My eyes stayed glued on him, not wanting to remember or even look at this place again as I scooted closer to the bars, our backs slightly touching, but being cruelly separated by the metal as our tails wrapped aroud each other, silence filled the air as both of us didn't dare talk. Unfortunately, something else broke the silence, a muffled scream that only means one thing, I covered my ears as they were too sensitive for my own liking, Jimin did the same as he curled up, hiding his face between his legs. 

The agonizing scream that pierced through the thick walls of the room was enough to make my blood run cold. The high-pitched sound was piercing, throbbing with an intensity that seemed to sear through one's very soul. Everyone could feel the raw emotion behind it – the pain, the fear, and the desperation all rolled into a single agonized cry. It echoed through the halls of the building, bouncing off every surface in its path and amplifying its intensity until it felt like there was no escape from it. Every hair on my body stood on edge. It was enough to chill me to my core – a terrifying reminder that some forms of suffering were too unbearable for anyone to endure. I knew how it felt, all seven of us did, we all have heard the screams and we all have been the source of it, one of the horrifying reasons why we were even brought to this world. 

A tear ran down my closed eyes as my tail tightened around Jimins. The trauma came rushing back as all I could do was to reverse back to my vulnerable self, unable to keep the past caged in the back of my mind and locked up to never be seen by anyone. But this was just the beginning, and we all knew it.