Imperium [BTS]

-Chapter Five-

     They arrive at their destination within minutes and park quickly. Rushing to the door, tripping on each other's feet, they run up to the front desk and ask for the room. The employee, flustered as her favorite group was right in front of her, stutters a number and watches as they run off. Their feet pound against the cold linoleum floor, hurrying down the corridor. They only really did this because Jin, being the mother he was, would not waste a second to get there. They reach the elevators and hit the arrow pointing up. Jin taps his foot, annoyed by the fact that it had took so long. The doors open and they barge in, seeing no one was in already. He clicks the button and bizarre music starts playing as the doors shut.

    Once more, the doors open. They search around, and before long they were in front of the room. Jimin pulls the door open, revealing the white room inside. It was nearly empty, a small bathroom in the corner and the bed being the only thing besides machines. There wasn't even a whiteboard like they saw in most hospitals. There was only one small window, and none of the lights were on. The room went quiet, everyone's eyes fixed on the person in the bed.

    His skin, now much paler than before, stood out thanks to the lighting. Through the hospital gown he seemed to have been changed into there was obvious blood, along with small bits still decorating his neck with heavily bandaged areas. His face was expressionless as he slept. Below his baggy eyes to his cheeks there seemed to be dried up tear trails, though no one took any notice towards them. They simply stared for a moment, until the door had opened. It revealed a doctor, his coat nearly dragging on the floor, with a small tag pinned to the right of his chest that said 'Woozi', which they could only assume was the name of the smaller male. He looks up from the clipboard he was carrying and glances at the six, a surprised expression plastered on his face for a brief moment before he seems to shrug it off and walks over to the body.

    He crouches down and carefully examines a machine before looking back at the others. "So, what's your relationship with him?" He asks, his voice sounding slightly monotone. Jimin fiddles with his hands before mumbling a close and nearly inaudible 'close friends', which the doctor seems to hear as he makes a sound showing he had understood. He looks back at messes with a few buttons, the others watching intently. "He's going to be fine. We ran a lot of tests on him, seems he was poisoned as well. Anyone know who could've done this? Does he have any enemies of sorts we should know about?" He speaks up, his gaze not leaving the machine.

    The others, shocked, think for a moment. He didn't really have any enemies, they knew B-Free couldn't do anything to them and there really was no one else they could see being a threat. "No, not that we know of." Ended up being the answer given, Hoseok's voice cracking in the middle of the sentence. The doctor simply clicks his tongue, annoyed by the fact there was no new information being given. He stands back up and straightens his back, searching through some papers. He scans his eyes over one before he returns it back to normal, papers now piled on top of each other. He clears his throat and meets their gazes one more.

    "We can release him in a day or so, seeing the injuries aren't as bad as it looked. No major vessels were cut or anything, and amazingly only the skin was injured. The poison didn't seem to take much effect and we were able to quickly get it out of his system. We recommend keeping a close watch on him afterwards." Before another word can be said, he pushes past them and leaves this room. The others stare at him for another second before deciding they couldn't bare to see him any longer, following the doctor out of the room. No words are shared as they sit down on the chairs outside, lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly, their manager appears, hurrying over to them.

    "Did you see him?" They nod in agreement. He sighs and studies all of them, seeing they were clearly tired. "You guys need to head back to the dorm, there's nothing we can do right now." With that being said they stand up and begin walking towards the elevators.

    The next day passed by fairly normal, practicing every once and a while but for the most of the time just relaxing. Well, all but Jungkook. He stayed in his room, door locked, coming up with new plans. Most were too obvious, or simply just terrible. However, he had made some he was sure would work. He had changed his target, seeing recently he had started acting much more clingy than usual and this seemed to have hurt him much more than some of the others. He was currently in the front room, sprawled out on both Namjoon and Jimin's laps, eating out of a gallon tub of ice cream. Fresh tears were on his cheeks, as even now he had continued crying. Hoseok had seemed to have locked himself in his room as well, and it was pretty obvious he wasn't there to plot murder as well. 'I guess he would be easy to single out..' He thought. Suddenly, a terrible thought came to mind. One that he found much funnier than he should have. 'What if I skinned him and used that to mold his face into a horse?' A chuckle escaped his lips, picturing it in his head. 

    'I guess it would be pretty funny...Wouldn't hurt to give it a try.' He flops back onto the bed, sighing. He really wanted to 'play' with Tae though, and this time he didn't mean murder. Sure, maybe some blood involved. But the thing he really wanted to do with that hyung? Well, that wasn't to be mentioned yet. He smirked at the thought of it all. He gets up only to put away his notebooks, slipping it into his black bag. He hides it under his bed, knowing the others would not check there. He yawns, laying back once more, and before long he had fallen asleep.