Okay before we begin I need to say a few things. When it gets late, my mind gets some really dark thoughts so... yeah. Xiumin and the torture thing came up. Despite the fact that it's 12:03am right now and is later than yesterday, I just read some sappy Yoonkook stuff so I'm pretty level-headed. I don't really feel like writing out a whole torture scene, so I'm pretty much going to skip most of it and only give the important details.
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Jungkook's POV
I had no choice but to succumb to Xiumin's condition. As the half hour progressed, it grew increasingly difficult for me to not tear my eyes away from the scene. It was gruesome, and Yoongi's screams didn't help in the least bit. Despite this, though, I knew that when it came to Xiumin, things could definitely be a lot worse.
After what felt like twenty years later, Xiumin had a pause in his actions and I knew that it was Chen telling him that his time was up. Xiumin sported a look of disappointment, but relented and looked back at the camera.
"And I was just getting into the heat of things," he sighed."But I must keep true to my word. A van is being prepared to transport your pet back to his apartment. We aren't cleaning him up, though." I growled under my breath.
"He's not my pet," I responded. "I've barely physically known him for 12 hours. Despite my play-boyish tendencies back in my early high school years, 12 hours is much too short a time. Plus, he's my step-brother. I would never do that to him. I'm not gay, either." Xiumin shrugs.
"Quite an extensive explanation. Sure you're not gay, Kookie?" Xiumin grins.
"Yes. Now, please keep true to your word and send him back to us. You've had your fun." Xiumin sighs once again and his shoulders sag.
"Fiiiiiiine. KAI, COME AND GET HIM," he shouts. Seconds later, one of EXO's goons, Kai, enters the room. He glances towards the camera and nods in acknowledgement, knowing that I was seeing his actions.
"Jungkook."
"Kai." (I pretty much forgot that Xiumin wasn't seeing Jungkook's side of things. Oh well. Let's pretend that the camera is, like, on FaceTime or something
Once Kai leaft with Yoongi's unconscious body (he had passed out about twenty minutes in), I visibly relaxed. Kai was much calmer in comparison to Xiumin, despite him being a goon. Knowing that Yoongi was no longer in Xiumin's grasps let me let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. It also signaled to me that I could stop watching the screen. I turned to face Namjoon, Seokjin, and Hoseok.
"Back to Yoongi's apartment, now, I guess." The three of them nod stiffly and with that, the screen behind me flickers and turns off. This is when Hoseok snaps.
"'Back to Yoongi's apartment, now, I guess'?!?! That's all you have to say?! Your brother just got tortured by EXO's most insane member for a full half hour and all you're saying is 'back to Yoongi's apartment, now, I guess'?!?!" I wince at Hoseok's harsh screeching. I massage my temple with my right hand, my left resting on my hip.
"Step-brother, hyung. What else do you expect me to do? Burst into tears? Collapse to the floor? Scream? I don't know how to react, hyung! I've seen plenty of people get tortured by Xiumin before, but it's never been anyone I ever cared about! I don't f*cking know how to f*cking react!" I start to pull at my hair and Hoseok's previously stern expression begins to soften.
"I know my brother, step-brother, whatever!, just got tortured by EXO's most insane member and I don't know what to do. All that's running through my mind right now is to get back to Yoongi-hyung's (really sorry if Jungkook starts saying "hyung" and then doesn't say "hyung") apartment and attend to his injuries! You saw what Xiumin did! He f*cking sliced across his face! We all know enough about knife injuries to know that a f*cking slice from your left-temple, across your right eye and ends at your right cheek is going to leave a f*cking scar! All that I can think about right now is whether or not Yoongi-hyung's wounds are going to get infected. So let's go to his apartment, give him the medical attention he requires, and then talk about this later! Please, hyung..." I trail off, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. Hoseok seems to sense my dilemma and understands, nodding in acknowledgement.
"Right. We should go now, then, if we don't want Kai to just dump him on his doorstep." I let out a shaky breath and nod slowly.
"Yeah, yeah, let's do that. Namjoon-hyung, Jin-hyung, one of you guys, I don't care who, please inform my father of what has occurred." They both nod and the four of us make our way to my car.
Good Lord, why must fate always be a b*tch?
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So... lots of cussing. Still waiting on the A-Ok or NO on not censoring curses.
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