Time Is Not On Our Side (TK)✓

2] Hesitation

It's been twenty minutes. Both Jungkook and Hoseok stood in front of the man they rescued, watching him carefully. They were surrounded by three other men, each located in the corner of the room, guarding Namjoon's office when the man himself wasn’t present.

The boy with the emerald green eyes was now seated, his hands tied behind him with a rope, still senseless. The rope was fastened tightly. Jungkook knew by the way his brow twitched every few seconds, that it caused him great discomfort, the restraint continually tearing his already split skin. His hands reached out to loosen it but thought better of it, leaving him as he was. One out of character action was enough for today. Jungkook watched as Hoseok poked him in the rib twice. He didn't move. He circled around him twice contemplating on what to do. "He's not waking up,” Hoseok sighed loudly.

Jungkook lifted his chin with his finger, his eyes scanned down as he carved out his features. First from his eyes to the curve of his nose down towards his lips. He pulled away letting his head drop back down. He walked over to Namjoon's desk and grabbed a bottle filled with water, he unclasped it and poured it over the boy’s head, the water soaked up into his white shirt. "Rise and shine."

He gasped awake, heavily panting as the cold water drenched him, he snapped his eyes open to Jungkook. He looked around towards the men around the room, all dressed similarly to the men that were torturing him back in the empty building not too long ago. He shook his head hysterically, squirming in his seat, trying to escape. "Let me go, I'll do anything please,” he yelled.

Jungkook laughed, coldly. "How tight is that ass?" he smirked. The guards around the room laughed along with him minus Hoseok who just shook his head. He held his left hand up, silencing the room as he took a step forward and crouched down, now eye level with the male. "rule number one, don't make promises you know you won’t be able to keep.”

"I'll die, they'll kill me,” he refused to look away, his strength began to falter just like his conscience, but he fought to stay awake, "help me."

Unable to do anything else, Jungkook held his gaze, without breaking it he uncocked the safety trap of his gun and aimed it between his brows. The nuzzle pressed harshly against his skin.

"Tell me why I shouldn't pull the trigger right now.”

The boy froze, unable to process the gun held towards him, at him . Not daring to look away he held his breath, a sudden thickness began drowning him in a never ending nightmare. This was a game they were playing, but no one told him he was already at the end. He took a deep breath and daringly leaned closer, the metal pressing further in.

"You could have left me there to die, it would have been easier for you, less messy,” he spat out fiercely, trying to win time and maybe some dignity. "You didn't, you held my body up and took me away.”

Jungkook pressed the gun deeper, not happy with the answer, not knowing why he did what he did. He clenched his jaw.

"Not good enough.”

His finger was on the trigger.

The beaten boy flinched but still held the contact, after a moment he looked down, unable to keep up the brave façade. Jungkook looked at the clock behind him briefly again, counting down the seconds. Should be any minute now. He heard one last whimper from the boy and the door swiftly opened.

“Now now,” a new voice came through. “No blood on the expensive carpet, how many times have I told you this,” he disapproved.

Jungkook clocked the gun back on his waist, folded his arms and walked to the side. He glanced back at the clock, exactly 6pm, he thought. Namjoon had never been late in his life. He left a sigh he was holding quietly and bowed down to acknowledge his presence.