Danger | Sope ✓

{10-32 } (latest rewritten chapter)

-Torture

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Yoongi groaned as the rag was removed from his mouth.

It's been a month, or at least Yoongi thinks. For all he knows, it could've been just another few days. And the blindfold around his eyes didn't make anything better. How he perceived time in the basement differed from outside that door- as if he was in some fucked up other dimension. But Yoongi preferred that. Yoongi wished that none of this was real. Maybe he was placed into a coma after getting shot. Yeah, that slight fantasy was a dim hope in this shithole.

But all he knows is the man comes in here to torture him, asking for the location of Jungkook. He didn't give up easily- persistent and consistent in his questioning. The torture, he tried to compare it to his police training. Back in the academy where nothing was impossible, not even the vigorous "torture" he endured every day. Maybe thinking of something else helped him look past the pain.

And Yoongi wasn't the most sociable person, so being alone for most of the day didn't have much on him. Though he always thought Seokjin was around, waking up calling his name and whatnot. He knew Seokjin wasn't here, so instead, he thought of the hospital.

Alone for a month, injured, boring, hell.

Ha, what was Yoongi thinking? Nothing could compare to this. He couldn't look past anything.

"Wake up, sugar." Yoongi stayed silent, hanging his head low. He hated how the man called him sugar. It made him gag, want to punch the man in the face the first chance he got. It was an insulting nickname on Yoongi. He never called Yoongi by his name except once. Instead, the officer was called after something posed as sweet and innocent. And it drove him insane.

What was the point anyway? This man would only torture him again, question him about Jungkook that Yoongi wouldn't answer because of his consistent stubbornness. Some part of Yoongi also interrogated himself. Why the hell is he continuing to hold out? Doubting questions of "are they even looking for me?" or silent mocks of "just give up," were quickly making themselves known in the depths of Yoongi's mind. But that overwhelming sense of pride drowned everything out, helping him buy more time- for himself and the LAPD.

"What do you want to do today?" He asked, a small hum in his voice. Yoongi only replied with silence. He didn't want to speak to the man anymore. He was too tired to. Too weak to. His thoughts were the only conversations he'd hold. And even so, it was tiring to continuously think for hours, being tied down, not being able to see, to feel anything else. Not his fingers tips as they tried to dig into each other in an attempt to wake himself up, not his breath that Yoongi tried so desperately to focus on, not even the pain in his neck that irked his senses.

The man only fed him once every three and a half days while giving him water or liquor every other day. Yoongi always refused at first but ending up accepting whatever the man fed or gave him. He might as well, right? Accepting benefitted them both. For once.

"C'mon sugar, don't avoid me like that. Even your partner talks more than you."

Seokjin.

Yoongi perked up. He'd forgotten they also kidnapped Seokjin along with him. The man never mentions him except for small quips or teases of his unspoken name. He'd imply Seokjin, but he never said his name outright. It almost made Yoongi ecstatic to hear something so familiar. Familiar and comforting. That there was something outside that door. Something that waited for him to just wake up.