Martyr | Yoonmin [1] (unedited)

chapter 30

The drink burned down his throat and into his chest, he winced at the awful and strong taste. He threw his clothes into the laundry hamper and slipped on the pants he had been given. He groaned loudly, stretching his neck. His neck muscles were tight, he craned left and right, and each side made a popping noise. It had been another successful night and it was only 1 in the morning.

Tonight, he didn't stay at his apartment, he was spending the night in one of the rooms at the facility. He was a bit lazy in making the trip home so he figured it would be fine to sleep there for one night. This room he ordered the staff to make it comfortable and less hospital-like. He even asked for a late meal to be made which would arrive soon he hoped.

He poured himself another drink and sat down at the desk, opening his laptop. This room had a large window, but it wasn't a real window, it had a large screen that was nearly the size of one of the walls. He grabbed the remote and changed the black screen to a view of the city.

He placed the remote down, staring at the thing without realizing that he was. He chewed on his thumb; his eyes flickered at the journal. He let his hand fall to his side, letting go of the remote and sighed. He licked his lips, his body refusing to touch the journal.

Was he scared? No. Maybe a little nervous. His powers were failing him, or maybe they just weren't effective on him anymore. His dreams were attacked at night by fragments of the boy with the doe-like eyes. Memories of the boy he feared Felix would find out.

He stared at the journal sitting on the desk, the scribble of Jungkook's name on the top corner. He flipped to the first page; a short entry was written mostly about his training that day. He looked at the date. This journal was technically still new and only a few pages were used. Taehyung noticed the date of the last journal entry was written a week before Jungkook escaped the facility. The night Taehyung last saw him.

I asked Namjoon if his hand hurts when they made him karate chop those bricks and he only laughed. I'll take that as a no. At lunch, we had Jello for dessert. It's okay, but I wish they would give us something else to eat.

Also, Jimin didn't like it when I asked him how his training went yesterday. He and Taehyung are so quiet now, it's weird. They don't talk. Yoongi says to leave them alone. I guess I can try, but I miss them. I don't know why Felix doesn't want me to sleep in my room anymore. I miss Hoseok, even though he snores.

That's it for today, they're sending me to my room soon. I don't know if there's training. It's been hard for me to use my powers lately.

At the bottom of the page was scribbled Jungkook.

Taehyung closed the book, pushing it aside.

He wasn't sure if he remembers the night clearly or what happened. He does remember waking up in another room that wasn't his own, and his wrists and ankles strapped down on the bed.

He grabbed his laptop and opened it. He sighed heavily, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he opened a blank document to write his report. A knock came from the door and he stood from his chair, grabbing his blood-stained clothes from the laundry hamper. He opened the door and one of the nurses bowed in greeting.

"Please iron them for me," Taehyung handed his clothes to her, carelessly letting her stain her scrubs. "I need them by morning."

"Right away, sir," the nurse bowed again, and Taehyung closed the door.

He gulped down his drink again and poured himself another glass. A few minutes passed and the document was still blank. He's written a few of them already, he knows what to write but he was bored. He was bored with all of it.