𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟕𝟏

The Bangtan Boys woke up in a different white, tiny room. They had them handcuffed on  the floor, and they wondered why the room had a bed if they couldn't use it. They didn't change their clothes, and every time the boys needed to use the bathroom three men stayed with them.

A different man dressed in all white came every few hours to feed them, but the first days Yoongi and Jungkook snapped his hand with their feet, growling, until he left. Nevertheless, they gave up when they couldn't take it anymore. The man let one of their hands free, and everything from the cup of water to the knife was made of plastic.

Yoongi lost count of time, he couldn't manage to figure out how long had he been unconscious and how many days have already passed since he woke up. Jungkook constant barks let him know he was still alive, but he couldn't hear the rest. He wished he could hear Taehyung or Jimin, they must have been having the worst time out of the seven.

At one point, lost in boredom as he couldn't think of any way to go out, he hit the wall next to him with his hand. He cut his wrist at the movement, but he kept hitting until someone replied back.

Yoongi knew it wasn't Jungkook. Thanks to the porthole on his door, he could see the porthole on the door in front of his room. Every time that door opened, Jungkook's screams became louder until the door shut close.

It wasn't until the day a woman came to take blood, Yoongi started counting time. Literally. The same man came every six hours. One of the dishes didn't have as much food as the other two and he guessed it was dinner.

A group of men walked down the corridor every three hours and left half an hour later. Yoongi couldn't tell what they were going or what they were doing, all of them dressed in the same ridiculous white clothes. If you asked Yoongi, they looked like lame astronauts.

Some days he woke up by someone knocking on the wall before the same man came with the breakfast. He couldn't guess which one of the five boys was, but he started doing the same every time he woke up and right before drifting to sleep.

But it didn't matter to Yoongi who it was, both of them assuring the same thing: I'm alive.

Yoongi thought he lost it when he started smirking at Jungkook's complaints instead of getting worried, and when he didn't control his words in front of the man who could literally kill him.

I don't give a shit.

He tried his best to set himself free, but he couldn't. Actually, a few days before he was about to break the handcuffs, but the same man came in and replaced it with new ones. Yoongi spit him on the face, but to his surprise he was still breathing when he woke up.

Why the fuck they don't kill us? What are they waiting for?

Yoongi didn't have the answer the next day, but he swore he had heard something in the distance. Taehyung was defending himself from whatever they were trying to do to him, and it didn't matter how hard Yoongi pushed, he couldn't break that stupid handcuff.

Taehyung's yells were heard often and one day Yoongi had had enough. He planned every possible outcome and what he could do if he freed himself.

* * *

Jungkook pulls harder, cutting his skin deeper. He doesn't stop when the same man with a pathetic face gets in with the same bland food.

"Don't get near me, you dickhead!" Jungkook kicks his legs keeping the man away.

He has been studying them and their clothes and as far as he can tell, they aren't armed. But someone in the factory must be.

The man waits for Jungkook to end his daily tantrum, but this time Jungkook doesn't stop until he breaks both handcuffs and jumps towards him, punching his cheek. Jungkook sits on top of him and keeps punching him with all his might, releasing all the anger he has built all these days locked up.