Flower Knights (A SVT BTS Fanfic)

12: Guilt

He clenched his jaws tightly as the newest injection coursed through his veins and lead to an excruciating pain that tore at his limbs and made him want to claw at his throat for air.

"She should've just let me die in there with all of them", he manages to laugh, still glaring at the man in front of him with fire in his eyes despite the last week of torture.

"Does it hurt?" the man asks, "knowing she was the one who trapped them to their deaths. Knowing it was her, but her not knowing you were right there in front of her?"

The male tethered to a metal post smiled, a nearly insane look in his eyes. "I asked you why she looked like she was just violated. Why SHE happened to be there. YOU PLANNED IT."

The man shrugged, picking at his nails,

"WASN'T SHE YOUR MOST PRECIOUS THING? WASN'T SHE YOUR KEY TO THE WORLD?" V screams, struggling against the chains holding him in place.

"Can't you tell it was all an act?" The man laughs, "She's not the same Chiyo anymore. And it was your fault."

"IT WASN'T MY FAULT" V roars, the tears flowing freely now, "IT WAS YOU!"

"There there," the man laughs metallically as he grabs another vial from the counter on the side, "Good boy" he pats the blonde headed male as injects another vial, making him fall limp, his eyes fading to a dull, unfocussed gaze.

The man steps out of the cell daintily, as he motions for the guards. "No one is to visit him, especially not anyone who was present that day, understood?"

"Yes sir."

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Gasping, I jolted awake in shock as I found tears staining my cheeks and soaking the pillow.

Pillow? I was back in my little room.

I lay there awake, staring at the ceiling trying to remember why I was here, and why I was dreaming of Taehyung screaming in pain. Why would I even dream of him again? He was a betrayer. He took my love and turned them back into shrapnels that would forever remain and hurt me.

Memories of falling to the ground and hitting my head resurfaced, and bile rose as I remembered the sting in my lungs.

Seventeen! Where-..how were they?

I jolted awake to discover that I was changed into fresh clothes, an IV drip attached to my arm. Ripping the needle out of my arm, I grabbed the jacket that was hooked to the back of my door and bolted out.

I needed to know where they were- who knows how long I was out for?

Quickening my pace, I strode towards the main training area hoping to ask someone for any news. Everything seemed to be back in order, meaning things were under control, but..where were Seventeen? And where was...he?

A part of me tinged with guilt as I realised that by saving his life and keeping him out of the room, I subjected 'V' to even more torture- torture that would make one wish they could end their lives. I...had no choice. I'm sorry...

I had even made him breathe in weakening powder in that moment that he caught me from falling- just in case he would decide to attack me or anyone else later. I thought I couldn't trust him..but..he ended up....I'm sorry...