Angel inside Devil - Fallen Angel // BTS Vkook (18+)

34. Wounded

Jungkook Pov:

I was still sitting on the ground with my head completely empty. All I wanted was to fall asleep and never wake up again. My head was hurting really bad, most likely because of everything that has been going on, so I couldn't really fall asleep. It was really almost not bearable. I lifted my hand and touched the spot where I felt the pain coming from and as I took a look at my hand I could see blood. My own blood and a lot of it. I was bleeding but for some reason I couldn't care less. The last couple of days, I saw so much of my own blood that it didn't do anything to me anymore. I pulled the blanket down of the bed and covered myself with it because it was getting really cold down there.

My vision also started to get blurry so I laid down on the floor so I could sleep for a bit more before Taehyung decides to torture me again.

Author Pov:

Jimin and Yoongi were locked inside a cell at the very bottom of the castle and it was really bad. It was dark and cold and Jimin was really scared. He wanted to leave and slowly his head started spinning and he lost control.
"We need to get out! I don't want to die down here! Get us out of here!!" He yelled really loudly and because Yoongi was already frustrated, he couldn't listen to it and grabbed Jimins arm.
"Shut up already! I'm trying to think of a way to get us out of here." He said with a pissed off voice and really had to pull himself together not to punch the wall. Nothing was going as he planned it and it was really going on his nerves. Jimin lowered himself and lifted his hands before his face to protect himself in case Yoongi would get angrier. He must have noticed because he let go of Jimin right away and knelt down so he would appear smaller and wouldn't scare Jimin anymore.
"I didn't meant to scream. I'm not mad at you it's just...I'm a bit frustrated but I will figure something out okay. I will get you out of here just be patient and trust me. You and your friend will be okay." Yoongi spoke to him quietly and gave him a small smile.

That calmed Jimin down a bit but not fully. He nodded his head and decided to be quiet and let Yoongi think. There wasn't really anything else he could do.

Taehyung Pov:

It was most likely already night time on earth. I wouldn't know for sure because down here it was always dark. Dark and cold. That wasn't changing ever. Well for me it was cold but for most people it was like standing in fire. I was leaning outside against the wall with a cigarette in between my lips. The smoke traveling down my throat filled me with energy all over again. I loved that feeling but somehow even that didn't feel like before. It wasn't giving me as much pleasure as before. I threw the cigarette on the ground and decided to go back inside and check on the kid as I wasn't able to feel his emotions for quiet a while now. For just a second it felt good to be free from all those weird feelings but only for a minute. After that I felt empty and wanted to go back to him again. Almost as if my body was craving his. This was ridiculous. Everything that he made me feel was making me pissed but it also felt good. This wasn't me anymore. I wasn't Kim Taehyung anymore. I walked inside the building and made my way up to my room. Before opening the door, I took a deep breath and pushed the handle down. It took me by surprise that he was still laying on the same spot as before and didn't seemed like he moved an inch. I walked over to him and knelt down before him.

"Get up already. You will catch a cold." No reply. I rolled my eyes and reached my hand out to shake him gently but still no reply. I assumed he would at least flinch but nothing. Was he that deep asleep? I removed the cover of the top half of his body and took a look at his face. He was really pale. Even more then before. My heart skipped a beat as I touched something sticky behind his head. It was blood. My eyes widened and I pulled him over so I could take a better look of him. His head was bleeding before and now there was drier blood all over his hair and head.
"Fuck. He hit his head when he ran away." I quickly pulled him up on the bed and checked his pulse. It was weak but he was alive. I didn't know what to do so I ran inside the bathroom to grab a wet cloth so I could clean his wound a little. As I did so more blood started to come out of his head and I panicked.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! What do I do?!" I yelled as I tried to hold his head tight so the bleeding would stop. If he was going to die between my hands then I would have not survived it.