Hybrids(TaehyungxReader)

30.Friends

We all take a break from training for a couple of hours. We're sitting in a circle, Jungkook and Namjoon beside me.

"Do any of you have a clue where he is?" They all look at you. "Well I think I do..." I look over at Hobi who is sitting across from me. "He might be in some kind of hybrids facility...he could've turned himself in..." your heart sinks to your stomach drowning in fear. "He's father was head of the facility and since he killed him I guess they were on high alert...maybe he knew if they came after him then they would also take you and that's why he didn't want you to follow him. We have seen it before too...."

"Really?! Wait where is it?" He looks at you in a way that makes your heart melt. "This is part of it..."

What....?

"It's an abandoned part of it...no one came here except for his father which was a place of special torture..." Namjoon adds

Oh...

"Now that Hobi says it like that...it sounds like a possibility." Yoongi nods his head at Hobi.

"You guys just realized this....?" You ask

"I mean...we new that this was part of the facility but we didn't really realize that Taehyung was going there..."

"Jungkook didn't know?"

"Well he told us some things but he doesn't normally use his power since he's not really skilled at it yet..." Namjoon laughs reaching over me hitting his leg.

"Yeah he's still a baby." Jin laughs.

"Oh shut up with your wide a** shoulders."

"Jungkook calm down...you too shoulders." Jin glares at Jimin.

You laugh

Feels good to laugh again...

So I guess Taehyung is close to here

Somewhere in a facility that his dad owned because of his hate for hybrids

Why though?

Why do people hate us...?

Namjoon looks up at the daylight sky. "Tomorrow morning...we're gonna go there to look for him..." he looks back down at you. "Taehyung is a good person, our best friend...but he can be stupid...he deserves someone like you to take care of him."

All of them get up except for Jungkook who scoots closer to you as they walk away.

"So about the painting thing..."

"No it's okay.." you reassure him. "You saw it and you painted it and jeez I'm sorry I accused you of torturing us..." He smiles "it's fine..somethings I see can make a painting...but some.." you stop him. "It's okay...all I want right now is him..."

You feel his gaze on our body. "Get ready for more training later." He changes the subject quickly standing up. "If you wanna fight to bring him back." He helps you up. "You have to get strong."

Strong

What does it even mean to be strong

How am I

Strong....?