Masked men

Masked men hurrah -pt3

When Jungkook came to, he was in a dark room. Not the scary kind of dark where you can't see anything, but the soothing dark that promised comfort and deep rest, the one filled with clichés and awful movies. He groaned as all of the pain suddenly came rushing back, overwhelming his senses, leaving them dull to the rest of the room.

He didn't hear the door open, or the hurried footsteps. The only thing that registered in his agony addled brain was the familiar smell of smoke and the warm arms that engulfed him. Jungkook almost choked as the pills and subsequent water was practically forced down his throat. He spluttered, sitting upright in an attempt to keep his insides inside.

After hacking for what seemed like hours, Jungkook's vision cleared and he was finally able to view the room with more clarity. Laying his eyes on the figure next to him, he found himself wishing for ignorance. Briefly, he contemplated pretending to pass out, but the idea was quickly dismissed. Yoongi would know. He always knows.

Sighing, he allowed himself to be lowered down onto the soft material of what he assumed to be a blanket ridden sofa, his eyes never leaving those of his companion.

Yoongi's face was, as it had always been. Older, yes but no less intimidating. Cat like eyes gazed down on him with something akin to pity. Jungkook bit back a growl, he didn't need anyone, especially Yoongi, pitying him. As though sensing his thoughts, Yoongi smiled, thin lips quirking up into that insufferable smirk that Jungkook still loved.

"You look like shit Kook-ah" he said, gravelly voice tinged with humour but still carrying an essence of care.

Snorting, Jungkook looked him up and down, "And you look old hyung but I don't comment". Amusement flashed in Yoongi's black eyes. His smirk widened as he pulled Jungkook to his feet, noticing but not commenting on how light the younger man was. He reached up a pale hand and stroked Jungkook's cheek, not missing the slight flinch he gave before he nuzzled into the intimate action.

Anger bubbled under the surface of Yoongi's skin as he took in the state his dongsaeng was in. Bruises littered his flesh, his pallor was sickly, he almost glowed in the dark room, reminding Yoongi uncomfortably of a ghost. His eyes were dark and sunken, bags so deep they almost swallowed Jungkook's tired smile. Arms and legs that were once lithe with sinewy muscles, were brittle, bones so apparent Yoongi was afraid if he blinked too hard, they would snap. He looked dead on his feet. Swallowing his resentment, Yoongi helped Jungkook out of the room and into a softly lit hallway.

Their feet made hardly a noise on the carpeted floor as they quietly made their way to the kitchen, where humming and the tempting smell of beef was coming from. As they walked in, they were met with the sight of a man dancing around the kitchen, flipping the beef and stirring something in a pan. He flitted back and forth so fast, he was almost a blurr. That, or Jungkook's fatigue was kicking in again.

"Yo Jin-hyung! Kook's awake. Come meet him". The man turned and all at once, Jungkook was assaulted with a stunning face, grabby hands and a loud voice.

"Aigoo Jungkook! Yoongi was worried sick about you. Look at you! You're so thin. Well, no matter. My cooking will fatten you up soon enough. Come here sweetheart." Jungkook was dragged over to the kitchen island by the over enthusiastic man before him. Voice caught in his throat, he could only marvel at the effortless beauty the man before him displayed. Blonde-pink hair, high nose and wide brown eyes. Brown eyes that looked strangely familiar...

"Yah! You're the man from the bank robbery!" the room went silent as 'Jin-hyung' stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Jungkook, face carefully blank.

"Yes..."

"Thank you for firing the shot yesterday, the screams were doing my head no favours". The room was quiet again. Whatever the two males had been expecting Jungkook to say, it was not that.

The stiff silence was broken by the sound of a windscreen wiper going off. Jungkook looked around, confused, searching for the origin of the peculiar noise. Yoongi chuckled and turned Jungkook's head towards Jin who was leaning against the island, clutching at his ribs...laughing.

"Ah Jungkookie....I can see why Yoongi-ah likes you so much. You're very strange. Most people would have been scared, or demanded answers yet you thank me for shutting everyone up. Anyway, my name is Kim Seokjin but you can call me Jin-hyung" he said, placing his hand on Jungkook's comparatively small shoulder, ignoring the flinch it elicited, smiling.

"Now, I was not kidding when I said that you were too thin. Now sit down, hyung is going to make you the best meal of your life."