Doom, Death, and Destruction (A Tale of Superpowered BTS)

Chapter 32

Yoongi pressed the ice compress against Hoseok's forehead, ignoring the younger kids pained moans. "It hurts!" Hoseok drew out his words as long as he could, letting his limbs fall off the sides of the metal table. Rolling his eyes, Yoongi pressed the ice on harder, sighing heavily. "What, you disapprove? Namjoon told us what they want from us. You want me to just bow down?"

"I always have, it isn't a good idea to piss them off." Yoongi scowled and looked up at the camera in the med room. "We have to be careful this time, they may have been easy on us the first time but this time they aren't dealing with experiments, they are grooming soldiers." His stomach twisted inside as he imagined himself, a robot with a gun doing whatever they pleased. He felt sick at the thought that one day he would be the one standing outside a cell, scowling at the patient inside. He had spent enough days wondering what made the guards outside his cell were thinking to decide that he didn't want to know, that he didn't want to understand. He was enough of a monster without being a soldier, he killed enough without having a gun, he hated enough without having a motive.

"Yoongi!" Hoseok yelped and pulled away, rubbing his bruise as if that would take away the pain.

"Ice your own wound alright?" Yoongi said as he shoved Hoseok off his lap. He pushed himself off the table, shivering as the chill of the table crept through his slim fingers. His eyes stared unfocused at the white walls of the room. It reminded him of the rooms they would sit him in before fastening all of the wires on him, trying to get a read of him. It made him wary that he was situated once again in a room such as that. They were told they were no longer experiments, that they would be joining the fight and learning the way that the company helped fix the world, but that was a joke. His lips curled as he looked down at the polished floor. They were still experiments, only now, they were experimenting mutant warriors. Now that they had lost the studies on creating mutants, their only option was to use the ones that existed.

"What's wrong now?" Hoseok sighed softly, Yoongi could feel the dissatisfaction from his younger friend. Hoseok was always soft at heart and took everything personally, he fought too hard to make everyone else happy, so much that he tended to forget about himself, and that broke Yoongi. He wished he could help his friend, give him some peace of mind, but that was a vague currency in their world, it eluded even the wisest of them.

"I don't like this." Yoongi spoke blandly, not eager to give his thoughts to his friend. "This doesn't sound safe to me." He remembered when he was young, his parents had caught him after he fell from a slide. His mother had kissed his cut and told him that he should have seen it coming. Yoongi remembered his father's glare. His sickness let him fall into negativity that he pushed on his son, Yoongi remembered the heavy sigh his father had let loose before telling his son that every danger shows itself before it happens. He wasn't coddled, he was pulled up and told how to avoid it the next time. The situation was like the slide to him, it was easy to get lost on, but if he wasn't careful it could cause pain. His eyebrows released as if a weight were pulled from them. "Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin, they're going to fit in with this. They will find it easier to go along with it. But we have no place in this world." Yet he had a childish hope that perhaps they would him survive, help him get through the pain.

"We can get out of it." Hoseok spoke softly, his slender fingers gripped the ice pack, the chill made his fingers ache and made his body go numb. It pulled him back to the cold chambers, to the dark rooms where they forced him to take the cold, forced him to freeze with the ice, his electricity always left him. He felt like a doll within it, nothing to hold him up or move him. There was just nothing else.