pastel [3]

forty two

Third Person point of view

Jungkook's eyes rolled up when the complete loss of tension in his muscles shot through, the paralysis only just being let up. An invisible weight was pressed against his body now tied up and shoved to the ground. Everything was spinning around him, body shattered by the aftershocks only broken because "if I leave you any longer it'll kill you" explained Yugyeom in the most haphazard way possible. Now the pink haired boy sat on the roof of his smashed car, typing away on a phone whilst humming to a song that sounded decades old. It was a classical piece that he could hum every note to, sung like one would sing a pop song that was frequently played on the radio.

There was a dark energy around him that could be felt now that Jungkook had more of an awareness on people's auras. It felt like being weighed down with lead, the air around him sharp and intrusive on his body, feeling as if every cell were decaying the longer he stayed in the vicinity.

"What are you?" Shuddered Jungkook through the disorienting vertigo, eyes unable to focus on the pink bandit and head falling to his chest.

"Mm, do you really think you're in the right position to be asking questions darling?" Hummed Yugyeom pointedly, tilting his head down so he could look over the state of his captive. Vomit was drying on his chin, eyes whited out and body limp. Clearly he didn't have the energy to reply, slumping against the ropes that were tying him still. "Thought so. Hush now, not long and we'll be on the road again! I sure am looking forward to driving this wonderful vehicle of yours. So pretty, just like you!" He spoke with glee, then he transitioned to a feigned apologetic lilt, "Didn't mean to smash the wind screen, just couldn't wait to say hi!"

"You–" barked Jungkook with a lurch, flitting eyelids managing to stay open long enough to focus on his captor. "What do you want with me?"

"There you go with the questions again, shut that pretty mouth or I'll make you." The threat was paired with Yugyeom snapping his fingers and one of the ropes began to move up his throat, taunting around his mouth with the intent of turning into a makeshift gag. The threat had Jungkook's lips pressing shut, head shaking as much as he could get it to. "We've got so much planned for you darling. Rest for now, you'll need your strength."

We?

He didn't get to question it before Yugyeom was suddenly in front of him, tugging his body up by the ropes tying his arms to his chest. With very little struggle the lunatic dragged him to the back-seat, shoving him in until he was laying on his side and left to shudder up shallow breaths with each jolt of movement that felt like the entire world shifting on its axis. If he were in his right mind he would be protesting and fighting back. Except his mind was a wreck, still fraught with the fear of how to save Taehyung when he was being taken away. So he laid there feeling weaker than he'd ever felt, tears trickling from his eyes to the seat below, listening to the engine of the car rear to life.

Please... please let me save him.

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Taehyung sat with his head resting against the cool surface of the bench top with no strength left to hold himself steady. Getting up to the seat was a challenge in itself, so now he sat still watching the girl who had helped him speak quietly on the phone with Jimin. Her expression was pressed into a deep frown as she spoke, nodding to occasional things the man on the other end would say. He wished to speak with Jimin himself, to explain what he had heard and the state of his own mind, but it felt like the whole world was caving in and the idea of reliving every fucked up feeling was a death wish in the making.

There was a hypersensitivity to his suffering. Each time something would ring too loud or someone would raise their voice it amplified his harrowed thoughts, fists squeezing to protest the urge to burn the shop. In the silence he prayed to Venus, pleading wishes for the need to end it all again. Telling her that this idea of mortality was stupid and they should just let him die.