SWEETHEART ➝ yoonseok (✔)

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"this fool, always holding grudges against someone." jimin murmured to himself once yoongi had left. he, however, wasn't going to let the man go that easily. he took out his phone and called someone, holding the receiver to his ear.
"yes sir?" the call was picked up almost immediately.
"round 150 of my best men and keep them at bay. i'll call you later to send the out to the jungs."

hoseok was chained up to the wall, the metal digging into his bloodied wrists as he tried to sit up once more, only to be kicked in the sides.
"your father told us to go easy on you." there stood three masked men, the biggest one speaking. "however, he's not here. so-" the man kicked him again, making sure to leave the boy winded on the wall. "stay still, dumbass."

dazed and still trying to recover from the brutal kick he received, hoseok looked up, coughing slightly. the man had spoke a foreign tongue to him and he didn't know what they were saying- though it sounded familiar. he closed his eyes, trying to recall the language.

"look, the little runt is falling asleep. wake up, runt!" one of the said, moving his arm to grab at hoseok's ear. the boy reacted quickly and sharply turned his head, biting the man's hand. he bit harder than he'd realised because soon, his mouth was filled with the disgusting metallic taste of blood. the other who had gotten bitten yelped in a girlish way, jumping back.

"do not touching me..." hoseok whispered in broken english.
"so the runt can speak english now, huh." the masked figure chuckled nervously.
"leave me alone."
"what, the same way your beloved yoongi left you?" the group's cruel laughter bounced off the walls.
"h-he'll come for me- i know he will."
"oh yeah? why hasn't he sent a search group for you by now, then? if he cares so much, why is he letting you get hurt like this?" on of the men sneered.
their words affected hoseok more than their actions. a small tear formed and before he could stop, the boy let out a small sob,  head buried in his chest shamefully.

their laughter just continued even after they stopped and left him in the room. it continued when there wasn't a soul in there except hoseok. and the tears...

they wouldn't stop falling.

he'd lost track of how long he'd been in there- one day? one week? it certainly felt like it, by the way his body ached with pain and his arms suspended in the air made it difficult to breathe properly. he slumped down, a sharp pain in his wrists as he felt something trail down his arm onto his already dirty shirt. he was too tired, too hurt to care anymore. he didn't mind if he died of asphyxiation or blood loss...

he looked up at his red wrists and started tugging on the chains harder. he could feel his skin screaming in pain yet he kept tugging relentlessly. the metal pierced his skin more, the wounds seeping around the cuffs.

it was agonising for the boy who had a low pain tolerance; he let a short gasp and slumped on the wall again, unconscious.

yoongi cringed at his own, selfish actions. his pride had gotten the best of him and now he didn't have additional support from jimin- obviously it wasn't too necessary to have him on his side but it would be much harder to raid the jung's without him now. the old leader was getting rusty now, but he still had a strong grip on south korea and his gang was getting bigger than ever- nearly overtaking yoongi's.

"c'mon jin.." yoongi murmured to himself, checking his watch. as if right on cue, seokjin appeared from behind him, tapping the younger on his shoulder. "you're finally here- i was starting to think you'd never come."

"as much as i don't want to be part of this dumb plan of yours, i'm also your brother so i have no choice.. plus if you die it'll be my fault and i'd rather not go through all that hassle and grief." jin chuckled as they walked to the car, getting in. "before we go, is there any way of persuading you to stop?" yoongi shook his head, raising an eyebrow. "well, most certain death, here we come!"

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"hey yoongi, if i die here, do me a favour."
"what?"
"find me a wife and tell her i love her."
"aren't you gay, stupid?"
"you remembered. ok, find me a husband."
"hyung, this really isn't the time to make dumb jokes..." the boy muttered, adjusting a silent bomb on the door in front of them.
"you should really be thanking me. you've stopped shaking, havent you? see, my stupendous humour made you less, uh, tense." yoongi allowed himself to smile before he grabbed jin and pulled him away, a few meters from the door. as they did, the door was obliterated into tiny splinters and they could jump in easily.
"did you call your men?"
"hundreds of armed men wouldn't look very subtle, jin. so no." the latter's eyes bulged and he nearly screamed. just in time, he covered his mouth and coughed instead before looking at his brother incredulously.

"are you stupid?"
"no, i'm yoongi." he responded in a monotonous manner.
"you've officially lost your damn marbles, min yoongi. i'm gonna die! i haven't even turned 30 for gods sake. i had such a future planned out for me- and because of your love-sick heart, i'm gonna die! great!" jin threw his hands up in exasperation, pointing accusingly at yoongi. "you better make this the greatest ass raid of the century, motherfucker."

"i'll try."