Bad Vibes|Kim Taehyung|Lost Series

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Taehyung

I woke up with pain all over my body, my eye slight was bury and unclear. I heard groans near me and I was deciding what I should. I slowly opened my eyes to see a blood Yoongi with his hands tied.

"Yoongi!" I yelled out as my eyes went wide to see blood coming out of his side.

"T-Taehyung, your up?" Yoongi asked in a low voice as his head hung down.

"Yoongi, what in the hell happened?" I asked with worry printed all over my voice.

"T-That's a good question, b-but I'm not so sure myself." Yoongi let out as he kept breathing heavily. 

"Yoongi, don't talk anymore. You are hurt really badly. I get us out of here!" I said as I wiggled my hands around the rope.

I could hear Yoongi's breath get slower and slower every moment which made me try to get out faster. I looked around the dark room to see a glass shard stuck inside my leg.

I slowly tried to reach the shard with my bound hand. My finger tips kept touching it but not enough to rip it out.

Kim freaking Taehyung we have no time. Stop being a wimp and rip the bloody thing out!

I closed my eyes tightly as I reached my hand as far as I could. My hand soon touched the sharp object. I grabbed it tightly and ripped it out of my skin. A deep yell forced it's way out of my mouth. 

"T-Taehyung! Are you okay?" Yoongi asked worry stained into his voice.

"I'm okay, just stay put." I said firmly.

As the glass shard was in my hand started to cut at the rope, back and fourth. Sweat was dripping down my skin and I kept looking towards the door hoping no one will come.

Soon the rope was let loose and freed my cut up hands. Relived rushed down me as I started to crawl towards Yoongi, in a hurry.

"I'm getting you out of here, Hyung." I said slowly as I started loosing Yoonhi's rope.

"You're one smart son of a gun." Yoongi replied as blood dripped down his mouth.

"Shh, don't talk." I said as I put my finger against his lips. 

I looked around to make sure we were okay, soon I help lift Yoongi up.

We are going to get out, we are going to be okay.

"Where in the hell do you think you are going?" The voice I hated the most replied  with bliss running down his lips.