unafraid [bts x you]

x. interrogations and interruptions

The aftermath of the bloodbath contained in the room just across from me was always so... contradicting. It was the third week now, and as usual with V, I waited outside while he 'asked' for some information about I don't know what to I don't know who. At first, it was kind of sickening to hear his fist meet an already broken face and my stomach would jump at every kick, punch or slam. The violence, thankfully, didn't transfer—V would come out of the room with his knuckles so bruised (I couldn't tell which blood was his) but didn't even flinch when he asked if I was hungry each time, as though he'd only gone to the bathroom. After the fifth time, it wasn't anything new. I only wondered how stupid the people were to get caught in the first place.

I shuffled on top of the crate as whoever was inside the room starting to cry, a bit impressed with the timing. V broke him down quickly today. It usually lasted more than an hour. I moved to reach over for the crutches and V walked out, wiping his hands down, a streak of red smeared down the left side of his face.

I made a face and he raised an eyebrow. "You good?"

"You have, uh..." I traced my finger down my cheek to explain and he rolled his eyes. The door behind his was left open and I tilted my head to try and catch a glimpse of the horror I could only imagine that was left inside but V slammed it shut before I could. I frowned and he snickered.

"Trust me, you don't want to see what's left of him," he promised. I hopped off the crate and started to follow him back out.

"What makes you say that?"

The boys were more considerate now, keeping a slow pace so that I could keep up with them. V shoved his hands in his pockets while we made our way to the outskirts of the warehouse so he could wash up.

"Well," he kicked open the metal door and I shuffled down the steps Jin had taken me down a month ago, "He's dead."

I wish I would have flinched. I wish I would have had the human in me stop my steps in shock and make my body freeze in fear. But I didn't. I nodded instead, I fucking nodded and kept walking.

"Did you at least close his eyes?"

It was the only thing I asked from him whenever the violence got out of hand, and since it happened then and now, V complied. It wasn't like he found much importance to it, but considering it was the only thing I asked, he rolled his eyes and went back to do it whenever he forgot... but since he did his job so damn early, he forgot often.

From what I put together, V woke me up and got to work at three in the morning and we left to go back to the rooms around seven.

Right now, I could tell that it wasn't even six o'clock yet, since the sun was just starting to peek over the edge of the roof, warming the side of my face after being in the cold, damp hallways of the building I hated visiting. I didn't know my way around it yet, but I always felt that I was just a step away from the room I'd woken up in, black eyes and broken nose included. It felt even worse knowing that the man who had fucked me up was V, the person who was supposed to be watching me while he did the same, or worse, to someone else. Still, I didn't have anyone to talk to about it, so I kept my mouth shut and swallowed back whenever I felt a wave of nausea hit me.

I'd get over it eventually.

"Yeah, I did," he mumbled as he turned on the faucet around the corner of the building, "How's your leg?"

I paused, lifting my leg up to show that I could move it a lot more than before. Change of topics happened often. He chuckled and kept scrubbing; the water was running such a dark red now, I was sure that his knuckles were scraped raw.

"Must've been someone you knew," I mumbled, crossing my arms. V kept washing his hands.

My mouth kept going and I didn't realize where I was stepping. "You know, since you lost control again and ended up killing him."