Hostage Wreck. bts ||Book 3 ✓

8. "Try and sleep."

Namjoon's POV

I wake up hearing a loud piercing cry. My head spins for a second when I try to sit up on the bed. I drink some water before I clutch unto my crutch getting up. I steadily walk to my bedroom door opening it. Right when I open my door the main house door slams closed.

I grip onto the railings as I climb up the stairs with my crutch in hand. I don't really need this crutch my legs have started feeling less limp.

I finally make it up going to the little baby's room since I hear his crying the most. The other scream has dialled down.

I enter in the room going forward to the crib looking inside, seeing the baby's face red and parched. I lean my crutch against his crib, picking him up.

"There, there," I say patting his back. His cry gets louder. I think he wants to drink, I catch a little filled bottle at the corner. I walk to it cautiously looking backwards to the door in case it opens.

I begin to feed the little guy in my arms. He sucks on the bottle with great need.

He looks at me still with tears in his eyes. "Everything's okay. Your uncle's here now,"

I can't help it when a frown covers my lips. The baby slowly falls back asleep and I feel the emptiness in me. I could've had this...a family. My own wife and child..

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I close the little boy's room. Now using my crutch to go towards Andrea and Taehyung's room. I hear small whimpers coming from their room and I instantly recognise the cry as Andrea. I open the door wide, the bright light blinding me.

I get in the room slowly taking in the space. It's extremely big. Bigger then my room.

I expect to see Taehyung but instead I see and hear a crying Andrea hunched on the floor. Only meaning that something went wrong. Taehyung did exactly what he knows how to do.

I make my way towards Andrea bending down using my hand as balance. I shift myself towards her and lift up her head. She pushes my hand away.

"Don't touch me." She weeps. "Just don't."

"It's okay. It's okay.. it's me," I assure her gently rubbing my hand on her back. "It's just me,"

She cries louder before barely containing herself and mumbling. "He wants me to leave,"

I can't register at first but after a while I understand. "No,"

"Then why would he give me a reason to leave by beating me up?" She sniffs crying softly still not showing her face or moving. "What's gotten into him?"

"Nothing," I say shaking my head staring my head into the distance. "It's simply what he's manifesting from our father."
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"Goodnight Andrea," I say quietly as she enters into one of the bedrooms downstairs with her baby. "Try and sleep okay,"

Her voice cracks a little and she nods. Just like when we were coming down the stairs, she was limping. I just hope it's nothing serious. "I'll try,"

I begin moving again once she closes the door. I try to walk for a bit without the crutches wobbling a bit and feeling pain. It's a start, but it's good enough.

I make myself comfortable on the couch in the living room, waiting for that idiot Taehyung to appear. I should've known amongst the many jealousy tendencies Taehyung has, he might've also adopted the lessons or physical things our father showed.

The front door swings open catching my attention. I hear him stumbling in with a wonky laugh. Before he appears in the living room half standing and half crawling while leaning on the wall.

Drunk.

I get up taking the crutches with me. He's droopy eyes notice me and he stumbles backwards his eyes slightly enlarging.

"Youuu~" he slurs laughing and pointing at me. His breath stinks of alcohol.. My father's favorite kind.

I feel like slapping him so hard but the state he's in now isn't right. Asshole

I put his arm around my shoulder as I help him walk up the stairs. I hold onto my crutch and he stumbles while also holding the crutches. He's very heavy and keeps singing. How did he even get home?

I drop him on his bed taking a seat next to him. I look at him and he's starring ahead at the wall. I turn my head seeing a big picture of them. She's smiling up to him very beautifully while he looks at her with so much care.

"She left me. Didn't she?" He asks more to himself then me. I lightly put my hand on his knee. I'd hate to see him turning out like our father. "She said.." He pauses. "She said... She wouldn't leave me.."

"She won't." I say looking at her smile. "She didn't."

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Taehyung's POV

Next morning

My heart beats fast as soon as I feel a strong headache throbbing against my head. I spot my belt on the floor, a shredded picture of Andrea and I and my clothes smelling of alcohol.

I remember..

I cover my face feeling angry at myself. This is what happened. I can't believe I hit her. I'm so stupid. This is the reason I went out to drink. I thought maybe I could.. erase or even just undo or simply just wish it was a dream.

"Andrea?" I call as I open the door to the bathroom.

I open the main door, the sound of silence hits my ears hard. I walk to Taedae's room getting a slight heart attack not seeing him.

She left me..

I slouch on the floor. "Why did I do that?" I feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.

I look at the clock cursing myself. I'm late.

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Chapter 8