𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓽 || 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Blood sweat and tears

Warning: this chapter contains graphic content which some readers might find disturbing...

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One week have passed since we've been in here. I've gotten use to the dust caked air. Yes I am scared, I'm terrified of what's gonna happen to me and Jungkook I just want to get out of this dark, and dusty room before the other half of hell rises.

Suddenly I can hear a key unlocking the door. The heavy, metal door is pushed open with little force as a shadow stands in the doorway. He starts walking over to me and squats down till our eyes meet. I can see the pure evil in his eyes as I stare into them with little energy to keep my head up. Grabbing on to my chin was a hand that just from a single touch you could see his last victims lives flashing before your eyes. I clinched my jaw and flinched at his face coming closer to mine. Trying to hold onto what little sanity I had left I hold back screams. Screams so eager to come out causing me to sweat buckets. The little space that's left in between the tips of our noses were filled with our breath.

"What is it? You don't love me anymore?" There was a slight pause in between that was filled with anxious breathing patterns, and clinging chains as I moved my body closer to the wall. "That's sad cause we were gonna have so much fun" yoongi says moving closer to me so the gap between us is the same as before. I'm completely against the brick wall that picks at my sweat soaked shirt. Yoongi moves his head in closer until our noses touch. I clench my fists until my nails drive into my skin, and blood drips from the slits in between my fingers. His teeth rub against my lips triggering me to close my eyes shut and lock up. I feel a sharp pain on my bottom lip as Jungkook yells for yoongi to stop. Yoongi bites my lip harder with each word that Jungkook throws at yoongi. It's the only thing that Jungkook can throw. Tears fall from my face as my chest starts to bounce up and down as air Bursts out of my mouth in un countable patterns. Blood drips off my lip with one last clench of yoongi's bottom teeth. He jerks away wiping blood off of his chin. "You see Jungkook, when you yell at me I hurt her" he says squatting back down to my face but this time a little lower. His eyes line up with the middle of my neck. I can see Jungkook gulp down his words forbidding them to slip past his dry lips. "It's okey Jungkook know you want to yell just yell this hurts u more then it hurts me. Mental is better then physical right" a slight nervous laugh escapes my mouth with a follow of a gasp as yoongi attacks my neck with his teeth. Biting harder as I say "I mean our body stays here when we die so it's better to keep the mind healthy. A good way to do tha—" I swallow trying to hold back the cries that urge there way to my throat. "That's why we-we need to say whatever we want cause then when we die our minds will be healthy". I suddenly shriek as I elevate my knees higher then my upper body. Blood, sweat, and tears mix together and drip off my neck and on to my shoulder. I try to keep my breathing normal but they just go out in puffs and come in as gasps. "At least you got what you wanted" yoongi says looking down at me "some people have no dads at all" he says with a smirk on his face rolling his head back and laughing before grabbing a chair that usually sits in the corner. "Who are you" Jungkook says triggering yoongi to get up and walk over to him. Yoongi grabs  Jungkook's shirts and pulls him up until he's standing. Yoongi takes a step back before swinging at Jungkook's face almost knocking him out. Jungkook falls to the floor the sound of Yoongi's heavy breathing echoes through the room.  Jungkook wipes the blood off of the corner of his lip and looks up at yoongi with an unexplainable look on his face.  Jungkook looks as if he's the one who did something evil, Jungkook looks as if he's getting revenge but he's not unless you could getting punched in the face.  Jungkook expression is a side of  Jungkook that Iv'e never seen before.  Jungkook's mad.