hostage; bts [old]

8

If you see any mistakes, don't be afraid to point them out.

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I lay once again in Jin's bed, unable to move. I feel myself slowly breaking, but I can't say anything, not for my own safety but for theirs as well. Deep down I know they care, this is just their job.

Jin never said a word as he worked on me, his touch more caring than ever. When Yoongi placed me down, I noticed how heartbroken the oldest looked. Tears brimmed the edges of his eyes, his hands balled into tight fists.

"I wish I could stop this," he suddenly whispers, his voice slightly cracking. "I hate seeing you like this."

The tears he was holding back finally escaped, staining his pale cheeks. He wrapped his hands around my own, pulling them up to his lips.

"Please," he sobs, "I don't want you suffering anymore."

I tightly close my eyes, letting my own tears fall, and I finally break. If it truly hurts them to see me like this, I have no choice.

"I'll tell him."

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Short and bittersweet... 

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