Scars and Stuffies | J.JKxBTS AU

스물 둘

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You start to figure out who really cares for you,

When no one's around no one is there for you

~You're Gonna Make It

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~April 10th~

~Jeongguk's POV~

I had lost the concept of time so much that I nearly rolled off the bed in shock when I heard the newsreader say today's date It's the 10th? Tomorrow would mark a year since I was kidnapped..God, I hope nothing will happen tomorrow.. I was snapped out of my thoughts by Master unlocking my cell and I rubbed my eyes sleepily, quickly standing up and walking over to him as best I could since I was getting weaker and weaker by the day I hadn't been fed in a week, now nearly two.

Master grabbed my arm and I cringed ever so slightly, feeling a cut rip open as he dragged me upstairs to the dining room. As we passed the coffee table I stared at my phone which was sitting there extremely close to the cell bars, and I watched it before I was pulled out of view. My feet dragged along the carpet and Master threw me onto the stage, making me flinch as I felt the blood flow from my wounds which still hadn't healed, they were probably infected at this point.

I slowly pushed myself to my feet and I turned around, brushing my incredibly long hair out of my eyes while Master made himself breakfast maybe if I act good all day then he'll leave me alone downstairs, and I can go on my phone..You know you'll mess up somehow like always, you're pathetic like that True..I..I'll try my very hardest to be good today.

I straightened up as Master sat down with a bacon sandwich and I kept my face expressionless as I heard 'Boy with Luv' start playing wonderful, the song I never actually got to perform..let's hope I still remember the choreography. I turned around and I pretended I wasn't wearing a blood-red/pink jumper and I was wearing a nice jacket and I gulped softly, determined to do everything right today.

I managed to get through the entire song without messing up and I let out a quiet sigh One more, then I can go back downstairs. I can listen to the news for another 6 hours, then when he goes upstairs I can grab my phone, yes, that'll work. Watch how it fails at the next hurdle, as usual. I heard the beginning of Danger and I gulped internally, praying that I could remember all the moves correctly.

By some kind of miracle I didn't mess up anything and I kept my face emotionless as Master paused the song, but internally I was dancing around in pleasure. I stumbled my way off the stage and I let Master drag me downstairs, going limp as I felt myself getting lightheaded from the blood loss and the overexertion mixed with the beginnings of starvation.

At this rate, it'd be surprising to even wake up tomorrow. Not that I'd really want to, he's probably got something planned for tomorrow and it definitely won't end well for me, nothing ever ends well for me... I was pushed into my cell and I fell to the ground with a soft wince, listening to the jingle of keys as Master locked the cell door. I laid still, listening to the grumble of the TV and I felt the blood from my arm start dying my jumper red once again, I can barely remember what it looked like originally.

I closed my eyes, starting to get a throbbing headache from the blood loss. I must've fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes again the TV was turned off and Master was gone. I sat up slowly, trying not to open any more of my cuts and I pulled myself towards the cell bar, staring at my phone which was within arms reach. I slowly slipped my thin arms through the bars and I bit my lip, leaning forward as I tried to grab my phone.

I let out a sigh of relief once I grabbed it and I turned it on, quickly unlocking it as I noticed it was fully charged? oh how kind, Master must've charged it. I noticed how there was over 70+ missed calls from Yoongi and rest of the members, and over 100 text messages too. I quickly went into my contacts and called..Yoongi hyung? I mean I don't know where I am so I can't call the police not that they'd bother trying to rescue you anyway I let out a breath and I listened to the ringtone, gasping as Yoongi picked up.

"J-Jeongguk? is that you?" I heard a soft, husky voice say, knowing instantly it was Yoongi hyung "H-Hyung, it's me" I responded, whispering since I didn't want Him to hear "O-O-Oh my god, where are you?! are you okay?!" Yoongi almost yelled, making me cover the speaker "I-I don't know hyung" I mumbled, messing with my hair "A-Are you ever gonna come rescue me..?" I asked timidly, staring at the stairs in case Master came down them as I slowly climbed onto my bed "W-We're trying gguk, we really are..T-T-They turned the case cold.." he said, making my eyes water "C-Cold..? they..they gave up on me..?" my voice cracked slightly and I heard Yoongi start to say something before I quickly turned my volume down, laying down instantly as Master started to walk downstairs. I kept my phone hidden next to my head and I bit my lip, trying to keep my breathing even as tears dropped onto the pillow.

"I know you're awake, Brat. Who did you call? the police? your useless hyungs? neither care about you." I heard Master snarl, making me flinch ever so slightly "Well if you did call your hyungs, tell them this. If you somehow come here to rescue him, which I doubt, you will never see the light of day again. I will tie every single one of you up, from your leader to your eldest, and I will make you watch as your 'Golden Maknae' gets slowly killed. Then I will force you to watch each other die, until there is one left, then I'm going to shoot him in cold blood. Got it?" He threatened, making the colour drain from my face.

"I said..Got it?!" He demanded, stepping closer to the cell. I let out a tiny whimper and I nodded "Y-Y-yes Master" I stuttered out, which seemed to satisfy him as I heard him walk back upstairs "I'll punish you tomorrow, it's too late now." I let out a sob into my pillow and I turned my volume up again "-ie don't worry, don't worry about him. We'll find you, I promise, you'll be okay.." Yoongi comforted, trying to calm me down. I shook my head, even though he couldn't see me and I gulped "I-I'll never be okay hyung.." I mumbled, and before he could respond I held my finger over the hang up button "I-I need to go hyung, good luck with the rest of your career" I summoned my least-wobbly voice and when I finished I let out another sob, hanging up instantly.

I received about 20 text messages and a bunch of missed calls from Yoongi but I declined them all, dropping my phone on the floor as I buried my face in the pillow, not caring if my phone broke or not. I sobbed into my pillow and I imagined all my hyungs tied up, watching me in pure terror and my sobs grew louder what if Jimin had slipped? or me? or Hope-hyung? No matter the age, he'd have to watch everyone else die...Why am I torturing myself with these images? Because you deserve to be scarred for life. But you are anyway, so no change there.