Fear Them |Jikook|

Strange

Taehyung's POV:

I could smell the same dusty basement...
Except now, the smell of blood overpowered it..

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I awoke with a start, still not able to fully adjust to the world around me until minutes passed.
"Where am I?!", I glanced around to see a faded red couch and a plate of canned beans on a small table.
"Don't move!", a stern males voice made my blood run cold.
"What's going on?", I tried to ask the male even though I couldn't see him in my vision.
"You were injured...", the male replied with less harshness.
"Injured?", I wondered as my eyes bent down to gaze at my body, only then I see my swollen right ankle.
"It's just twisted...", I said with my heart hammering through my chest.
"You won't be able to move even if you try", the male came into my vision with a bottle holding a substance.
"Why? Is it that bad?", I ran my hand over the swollen area on my ankle, biting the inside of my mouth to fight against the pain.
I pulled my hand away.

"Wait...when did I injure myself?"

"Here...this should relieve the pain...", the male's voice turned strangely soft as he placed the substance on a cotton ball.
"It's okay I can do it!——"
"OUCH!!!", I pulled my ankle away at the sudden pain.
"Don't make much noise!", the male once again raised his voice to a threatening tone, which made me think that something is quite off about him.
I laid there motionless under his deep gaze, "You should get more rest", the male finished applying it and took the bottle and cotton balls back into another room.

"I have to get back to Jimin..."

Unknown Male's POV:

I dropped the bottle and cotton balls back into the hidden drawer.
"Shit! Why did I raise my voice at him?!"

I peeked into the living room to see the boy tossing and turning to get comfortable. His silver tint hair flopped across his forehead while his eyes slightly rolled in his eyelids.
"How did I manage to find my soulmate?"

Hoseok's POV:

"Would you stop clinging onto me?", Yoongi snapped.
"You called for this when you decided to go out to fight...", I told him softly.
"I didn't call anything, now stop", Yoongi sped walked past me.
I slowly stopped chasing after him while pouting.
Jungkook glanced back at me before approaching Yoongi.

Jungkook's POV:

"Hey Yoongi...would you do me a favor?", I asked while looking back at Hoseok.
"What?", Yoongi focused on the ground.
"Can you protect Hoseok?", I requested even though I could see the frown coming onto his face.
"He's just being a baby...", he groaned.
"A baby that loves you...", I spoke without realizing it.
Yoongi stopped in his tracks at the words that I've seemed to have spoken out loud.
"What do you know huh?", Yoongi placed on another facade even though I could see a hint of blush rush to his cheeks.
"Just go protect him Yoongi", Jungkook laid an arm around him with his known smile.
"You guys just love to pester in my relationship", Yoongi said sarcastically.
"Of course, we're friends", Jungkook replied, unfazed by Yoongi's words.

Taehyung's POV:

I woke up from a nap to see the same man sitting in a chair staring down at me.
"You're awake", the man whispered.
"When can I leave? I have to find someone...", I said straightforwardly.
The man looked taken back for a few seconds before a weird unflattering smile made way to his young face.
"The thing is...I hadn't planned on letting you go..."

I felt my heart stop in my chest at his words that unsettled in the air.
"He kidnapped me didn't he?!"
"This sick man!"
I hurriedly got up from the couch and placed half my weight on my swollen ankle, "Ugh..I have to get out of here even if it hurts like hell!"

I sat in silence hoping the man would leave, but he kept his sight on me.
"I guess I'll have to wait a little.."

I sighed and laid back down while the man got up and came closer to the couch where I was.
"Would you like any beverages or food?", the man slipped one of his hands behind his back.
I quickly shook my head, "Uh no thanks!"
"But you haven't eaten in awhile...", the man's smile faded.
"I'm..not hungry...", I paid more attention to the clock ticking away on the wall.
"Okay suit yourself...", the man reached a hand out and glided it across my hair.
"Can this pervert quit?!"

I came so close to pushing him when the voice inside my head heeded me a warning.

"This man is deadly..."