WINGS || Taehyung

#43 - Reign of Tyranny

Jungkook yelped in alarm as he saw the man - or whatever he was - inch the dagger towards Jimin's throat. He struggled against Hoseok's iron grip, unsuccessful in his attempt. Jungkook felt a stab at the side of his chest, making him fall down on the floor in groaning agony. He curled into a fetus position as the pain stung again, a deep groan erupting from his throat as he squirmed on the floor, clutching onto his side.

Namjoon was enjoying the scene laid out in front of him. Everything - from his eyes to the smirk he wore to the way he looked down at all of you - it screamed 'sadist'.

A dirty, masochistic sadist.

You could only watch as your brother got hurled up from the ground by Hoseok, only to be placed forcefully on his knees just like the rest of you, beside Taehyung. That's when you noticed his side, the blood seeping through his wound and into his shirt, staining it. It was Taehyung's eyes which were begging you to keep your ground that made you stay where you were.

Jimin did not flinch, not even by an inch; too scared he was, that the knife would cut across his throat like it was some old rag. He kept his chin high, only the shimmering gleam of the blade visible through his peripheral vision. He gulped loudly, the tip of the knife puncturing his pale skin as he did so; he did not flinch.

After what felt like almost an hour, you already having bruised knees, sat on the floor, resting on your heels as you kept a watchful eye on Jungkook. He seemed to grow paler with every passing minute. He was losing too much blood.

'H-Hoseok-' You flinched as your attempt at speaking made your dry throat itch even more. His eyes darted to you, a look in his eyes that you couldn't understand. It looked like regret, grief, and guilt all rolled into one. You couldn't understand it, you could understand nothing.

'Please, treat my brother. He will not last long' You knew you were begging, but you also didn't let him have the pleasure of it. You kept your eyes clear of any gleaming tears, your heart thundering loud enough while you willed your lower lip to stop quivering. He watched you carefully, his eyes wavering the slightest. He looked ready to submit to your request, but aware of the watchful eye of Namjoon's, he chuckled instead.

He gave you a judging look, 'And why is that of my concern?' A ghost of a smirk floated across his features, fueling a particular rage in you that you had not noticed. His indecisiveness was driving you to the brink of madness.

You closed your eyes for a brief moment so you could collect your thoughts and not let slip a smart-ass retort that could cost lives in this room. You opened your eyes.

"Y/N. You will keep your mouth shut." You saw Yoongi glaring at you, his nostrils flaring. He knew you were close to doing or saying something stupid. You opened your mouth and closed it, repeating it a few more times before finally obliging to Yoongi's order.

That's exactly when the front door of the safe house opened.

'Ah...' You heard a deep, guttural and rough voice echo throughout the house. You did not turn your head; you didn't want to. It was a voice you had never heard before and Jungkook's widened, scared eyes were what kept you from leaning into your curiosity.

'Get them outside. This place reeks of humans' The voice said, you trying your best not to scrunch your face in disgust as Namjoon was keeping an eye on you. A very keen one, that too.

In a flash, you found yourself feeling light headed as your eyes adjusted to the semi bright surroundings, the thick canopy above you blocking away most of the morning sunlight. You didn't know if to be thankful to that or curse it.

While you tried to steady yourself on your feet, the man behind you not helping at all as he pulled you by the hair, making it all the more painful for you, you saw what could definitely be a scene from a fairy tale that your mother used to read you. Your feet crunched against the snow covered ground, the wetness seeping in through your sock and blanketing your toes in utter cold. Frostbite at the the end of the day was definitely something to expect - if they kept you for that long, that is. And in all the commotion, you had never the time to notice when the first snowfall had begun - or ended. Still staggering, with one final tug of your hair, the man behind you got you to stand still, your breath coming out in small huffs and curling into the thick, cold air.