Bts // One Shots

Insane - PT 2

"Nice to meet you Astra, I'm Jackson." I stare at him blankly. Why wasn't he at the group therapy? Suga told me there were only six of them in the institute. He even named Namjoon who wasn't in the room, so how come this Jackson guy wasn't mention? Did he even know he is here, did any of them? I stand and fearlessly sit next to him on the bed. He doesn't seem shocked at my proceedings. 

"Yunno, you should ask before you lick people's blood." I say prodding at my cheek. He nods.

"I'll make sure to next time. So Astra are you aware you're trapped in here now? You seem far too calm." I frown and look to the door. I don't bother to test it and look like a twat. There's a patient in here, obviously the door only opens from out side. I sigh. 

"You're not going to kill me are you? I'm not saying you can't but I'm not a fan of surprises." He tilts his head and looks at me, not confused but intrigued. 

"Cute, you think because you're a girl, with your sarcasm and confidence, you're some kind of exception." He grabs me by my hair and chucks me to the wall. "Well you're not. You're not special, a pretty face won't get you far in here." I decide to stick with my personality I refer to as 'her' as it gives me false confidence in situations like this. He walks closer to me, all threatening but I laugh making him stop. 

"Sweety, you think I consider myself special? Doll, it's because fucking am." He scowls at me.

"Oh yeah, well if you hold your self so high then why would you do that to yourself?" He gestures to my arm like he's so clever. 

"I consider myself quite the artist. A real painter doesn't need a brush." I say almost breaking into laughter. I consider my self quite the comedian too. He takes a large step and steps on my hand attempting to crush it, I hear a crunch and instead of screaming, which is my initial reaction, I laugh. Yeah I'm in excruciating pain but if I'm going to make a very loud reaction why not make it hysterical laughter?  He takes his foot off my hand.

"Well you are pretty fucking nuts, that's for sure." 

"Eh, I consider myself more eccentric." I say but there is a hitch to my voice. My hand is killing me. For a second I think I see him humoured but it's quickly wiped away. I casually bring my injured hand into my other, cradling it from the pain but it him it looks like I'm just putting my hands together. My hand isn't broken, I know that much but it sure hurts like it is. I look to the door in hope of someone finding me in here, Namjoon and Jimin saw me running this way, hopefully they followed me. And like I'm psychic, Namjoon's head comes into view through the glass panel in the door. His eyes strain to look through the thick glass with small white lines crisscrossing on the glass. His eyes first land on Jackson making him look slightly confused but then his eyes land on me. His eyes widen and he pulls at the handle flying the door open. I relax leaning against the wall but feel a pang of pain and touch the back of my head. Bringing my hand back to look at it I see blood. I look up towards the wall where I had been thrown and see a large mark of blood. My blood. Namjoon, being smarter than me, keeps hold of the door, once inside. 

"What happened to you?! Why are you bleeding?!" My eyes flash towards Jackson then back to Namjoon. He looks at Jackson with rage. "If I didn't know that this door would lock behind me, I would be killing you right now." He seethes with rage at Jackson who smiles evilly. 

"You seem pretty protective of your girlfriend but I bet I know her better than you do. Did you know when she hits a wall with full force she rag dolls to the floor like a helpless children's toy?" He's trying to piss Namjoon off and it is sure as hell working. 

"And did you know -" Namjoon says letting the door close behind him making Jackson look at him slightly shocked, "- that being locked in here with Astra and a dead body doesn't bother me so much?" Jackson stands but is quickly shoved back down when Namjoon shoves him and pins him down on the bed. I shuffle away into the corner of the small room, this isn't the greatest of places to have a fight. A small box room that only fits a bed a small amount of walk room. Namjoon throws fierce punches at Jackson who struggles to get him off. Although Jackson is muscly and clearly works out, Namjoon seems to know what he's doing as he keeps him pinned down making Jackson take hit after hit with no where to run. Jackson soon goes limp and Namjoon stands breathing heavy and I'm shocked at myself for feeling afraid. My confidence is knocked and I find my self slipping further into the corner holding my arms tightly, protecting myself. Namjoon falls to his knees and I expect him to run at me next, just to get his rage out but I'm supprised to see him sobbing. My eyes widen at the site of him holding himself rocking with his head buried to hide his face.