Barbed Wire Tattoo - Jungkook gang au

8 - Arms

CHAPTER EIGHT

I was in the basement of the Amphis house, firing round after round from my small black pistol. The target I was firing at didn't have much material left to it, I think I've shot 2 full clips into it by now. The anger building up inside of me was beginning to become too much to handle. My life was becoming more and more confusing. I have begun questioning myself, something I never did in the past.

Did I believe in fate?

Did I believe in Hoseok being a psychic?

My honest answer, I have no fucking idea. And I wish I did, because maybe then I would be able to control my emotions. I finally set down the gun and moved on to the punching bag on the other side of the basement. I didn't count how many punches I threw, or kicks that flew into the bag's side. I just kept hitting and screaming trying desperately to figure my mind out. For 20 years all my thoughts have been thought for me, all my opinions have been made before I had the chance to think for myself. So for everything to change in a less than a weeks time, I'm left with so much confusion. I don't know how to think or feel on my own, and I'm being forced to do so now. I throw one more punch, my shoulder and elbow popping simultaneously. This resulting is hot pain spreading throughout my arm. I scream out in pain dropping to my knees, I cradle my arm as I scoot across the floor to lean my back against the wall.

Tears are becoming more and more familiar with my cheeks, they are meeting frequently now. I can't wipe the tears cascading down my face because everytime I move my shoulder twinges in pain, thus making my elbow follow in pursuit. I hear a door close and I look over to see Jimin walking down the short steps from the basement door. He has medical wrap in his hands. Walking over to me he has a disappointed look on his face, he shakes his head before resting on his knees in front of me.

"What are we going to do with you Kang?" Jimin said re-adjusting my shoulder and elbow. My face tenses at every movement he makes with my arm and every touch he places burns.

"Kill me." I said while taking deep breaths to try to endure the pain. "Death seems very enjoyable lately."

"If you really want to I can arrange that. But Jungkook would surely kill me if he ever found out." Jimin began to wrap the fabric across my chest to immobilize my shoulder. He then wrapped my elbow tightly, making a makeshift sling. "You hyperextended your elbow and shoulder, just don't move it for a while."

"Please let's not talk about him. Frankly I don't even want to be talking to you right now." He helped me up and over to a chair, giving me a bottle of water.

"Don't be a bitch to me. Or I'll make your life hell here. I'm the only one who's been honest with you. Without me you wouldn't have had a clue about what we've been doing for the past 2 years." His voice got deep and intimidating as he sat across from me. "Hoseok told you everything yeah?"

I nodded, no longer wanting to talk to anyone. I could feel my mind drifting off trying to supress the emotions being drawn to the surface. I found myself doing that a lot. Instead of actually feeling things, riding out my emotions, I'd doze off and drift into a alternate state of mind. Nothing happened there, there were no thoughts, no emotions, no more confusion. I found myself drifting to this corner of my mind more and more since running away from my father.

"Kris? Hello you still alive?" Jimin was waving his hand in front of my face, when I came back to reality Namjoon was in the room.

"Huh, oh yeah sorry." I looked at Namjoon and he looked worried. Which is confusing such an intelligent and ruthless killer was looking at me with fondness and worry.

"What's going on kid?" He pulled up a chair next to Jimin and now they were both facing me. "I'm worried. You keep zoning out, and you aren't eating. You've been staying here for 6 days now and I think I've only seen you eat twice."