Bloodsport'15

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Taehyung screamed all night instead of sleeping.

he screamed to drown out the sounds of Jungkook screaming.

Jungkook screamed for other reasons.

the nails in his fingers and the cold water being splashed on him every five minutes kept him from sleeping. every time he shut his eyes he was whipped by a man in all black. that man changed out with a female every 6 hours and he knew exactly who he was killing if he ever got out of this damn hell hole.

—/—

Taehyung stared at the walls of his "cell". but it was more of a room. with a bed and a window with no view, it was cemented. there were books and a tv with only one channel which was the news.

he didn't watch it.

because his fingers inched. for blood, he was itching to kill someone. anyone who came through his door he would.

they're hurting Jungkook. so i've gotta kill em.

he shook his head, he never liked the thought of killing someone. that wouldn't change.

the door opened and his head shot to the opening. the man named wonho walked in and set down a tray with streak and rice in it. the knife and fork glittered as Taehyung all but sprinted over to it and threw it towards the man walking away.

the tall one was also at the door.

he pulled out his gun and tased Taehyung, directing over his heart just as the knife hit wonho and stabbed his thigh.

Taehyung could only hear the panic as he blacked out.

—/—

it washed over him like a flash flood.

was it panic?

or fear?

both of which he hadn't felt in a while so he wasn't so sure. but he wasn't calm. it was hard to be when he was in such a dark room with neon red lights. "you've been pissing me off lately." wonho sighed as he adjusted the bandage on his thigh

there was another boy beside him. he wore a blank face and radiated an aura that was hard to figure out. "you've been entertaining me." he said with a bit of a chuckle, "hyung says i can have fun with you now."

wonho left the room- more like limped out, leaving Taehyung and said boy alone.

"wanna know my name? i am im. and you're Taehyung. i know you. well i dunno you, but i know of you."

Taehyung just stared with wavering eyes.

the boy walked over to the cabinet and swung it open. "see i have a lot of toys here and hyung said i can finally play with someone.."

Taehyung didn't wanna play.

"oh come on, you and i aren't so different," he snapped and grabbed a hammer from the shelf and tapped it against his own head, "We both got a few loose screws."

he was now laughing hysterically.

—/—

it was hell.

actually

hell was paradise compared to this.

—/—

he was chained up. his arms tied together above his head, the ropes digging into his tan skin, drawing blood. the cuts on his stomach, the broken nose, the needles in his back, the shattered bones in his left hand.

all of it.

it all screamed in pain.

he wanted to go home.

"you deserve this." im sighed as Taehyung quivered. it was hard to breathe.

so hard to breathe.

"that's enough." a boy with blonde hair spoke as he leaned against the door.

"but hyung-"

"changkyun."

the boy stormed out, dropping his butterfly knife as he did so.

the blonde walked over to Taehyung and ran his finger along the open wounds making Taehyung flinch away but he could only get so far due to the ropes holding him in place.

the blonde pulled out a knife and Taehyung was ready to give up completely. the boy cut Taehyung down and caught him. "i don't want to hurt you." he spoke in a gentle voice. "there methods are crazy."

Taehyung didn't know what to say.

"i'll keep you safe." the boy held his arms out.

for a moment he imagined Jungkook. he wanted to see Jungkook, hold him, and kiss him but he wasn't here.

Taehyung barely picked himself up and fell into the blonde who held him tightly. "it's okay." and Taehyung broke down into tears that he couldn't control. he was confused about everything he felt in this moment.

minhyuk broke away and looked at Taehyung. "i can make it stop hurting." he sounded just like Jungkook. just like him.

"make it stop please."

"i will, just trust me."