•°𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐗 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒°• Taehyung x BTS | V centric

12

Sunlight shrouded the curtains, heating windowsills, lighting the room.

Taehyung twitched and shuddered as pain rang in his ears. His eyes were squinted as he hisses trying to ease the cramps in his abdomen from the kick. Just a little more.

A little more....and he can breathe.

But alas, a fresh kick is delivered to his chest and he cries out is misery, groaning and writhing yet again but this time the pain was immesurable.

Fuck, what were their legs made out of, lead??

"TAEHYUNG!!" Jaebum yelled from across the classroom, struggling frantically as his arm is grabbed by a student.

The student, who was currently pressing Jaebum down, was one of his friends, actually. One that he said hi to everyday in the halls.

But, something was oh, so, terribly off with the boy's movements. They were sturdy, yet slow and dim as if he couldn't think for himself... as if he were a puppet on strings.

Taehyung observed all this through the tears that dripped endlessly from his eyes and then he saw it.

The silvery-blue glimmer in that unknown student's eye. The exact shade of Jimin's, of course not half as intense.

He snaps his head around to look at the pinkette and would you see, Jimin's eyes glowing that deep, electric aqua shade. Invisible electro-magnetic waves swam from his inhumane gaze. He narrowed his eyes and the boy across the room tightened his grip on Jaebum immediately, delivering a tightly-packed punch to the struggling boy. Taehyung shrieked.

Brainwashing.

What? How? Taehyung had given up on trying to understand the things that happened to him.

Jimin crouched beside him and gripped his jaw, way too tightly so that the boy began thrashing around, trying to free himself. "What will make you talk, sweetie? Maybe a broken limb?"

The brunette's breathing sped up. So much pain and he could see no reprieve coming his way.

Jimin's eyes glowed, enraged. The brunette, still was not focusing on him.

"Or," His voice, a venomous, enchanting lullaby rang out straight into his ear, "Your friend's broken limb?"

Jimin wasn't looking for answers, at this point he could say that he was enjoying the look of torment. The agony on the face of the boy who was acting so high and mighty just the day before.

"U-Uhh!!"  Taehyung wailed miserably, trying to fight the bruising grip on his jaw. Jimin clicked his tongue in evident disgust and lets go. The brunette falls back, coughing and hyperventilating. And yet he couldn't move, for the stilling pain in his abdomen was too much.

The unnamed student's eyes grew even more hooded, but his tight grip grew on the frantically cursing Jaebum and he easily had wrestled the addressed into a position in which he could break the other's arm in a split second.

And then, just when Taehyung was about to scream in panick, the door to the classroom opened slowly and ever-so quietly.

Namjoon steps in, leaning his head in behind the door. He opens his mouth, then shuts it as his almond eyes swivel from the beat up, miserable Taehyung to the brainwashed student to the angry, vulnerable Jaebum.

He then exhales slightly, bringing an oversized hand up to scratch the back of his head as he looks idly towards the pictures on the wall.

"You're being so noisy, stop it for now."

His smouldery eyes linger upon Taehyung for a second and it would have been fine if not for Seokjin standing behind him.

His gaze was absoulutely burning as he realizes that his darling Namjoon's vision had strayed upon Kim Taehyung for a moment longer than necessary. Aggravatedly, the ravenette runs a hand through his hair, silky chocolate locks brushing back before slipping back into place shortly.