BTS Kidnapped

Part Thirteen

Jin slowly walked over to the cot where his brother in all but blood lay.

"Yoon-ah," he said softly, kneeling down in front of the man's face. "We need to get these blankets off you. You need to wash up and...there's someone here to make sure you are not injured."

"We have to trust him, hyung," Namjoon said from Yoongi's other side. "We need to...let him check you..."

The tears welled again in Yoongi's eyes as he held his blanket cocoon tighter and shook his head furiously, refusing to leave the comfort zone he had made.

"We'll be right here, hyung," Namjoon said, his voice catching at the emotions.

"They told us...we could stay," Jin said, trying to give his friend a comforting smile while his stomach churned. "I will even sing to you if you promise to let us help you."

Yoongi shook his head again and closed his eyes against this new nightmare.

"Please..." Yoongi breathed as fresh tears leaked down his cheeks. "Please don't make me..."

Jin bowed his head against the frame of the cot as he gently raised a hand and set it on Yoongi's cheek.

"Dongsaeng-ah," he said softly. "I can't imagine...what you must be feeling but...you are the bravest person that I know. Please..."

Yoongi closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his hyung's hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth penetrate his skin as it calmed his wrecked nerves. Jin's touch had always reminded him of his mother's, and now more than ever he was thankful for it.

"Joon-ah?" Yoongi asked, his voice small.

"I'm right here, hyung," Namjoon said, placing his hand on the blanketed mound that was his friend.

"I think..." Yoongi started before he sat straight up, the contents of his stomach emptying all over the side of the bed where Jin had stood moments before.

All three men looked at the masked figure before them with newfound fear in their eyes. They were sure a beating would come from such an action, but Mathan just stood there, stock still.

"Help him undress," he said. "There is a gown in that cabinet there he can put on, but do not tie it. I'll get something so you two can clean up that mess. It stinks enough in here as it is."

Not waiting for a response, Mathan turned and walked out of the room, thankful he had a valid excuse to give Yoongi some privacy as he prepared to be violated once more.

"Gae-sae-kki," Jin hissed once again as Yoongi put his head in his hands.

"It's okay," Jin said softly, turning back to Yoongi and feeling his heart break all over again. "No one is going to hurt you. They'll have to get through Namjoon-ah and I first."

"Exactly," Namjoon said. "That isn't going to happen, hyung."

Yoongi bit his already tortured bottom lip and nodded his head, but did not move further to remove anything more.

"Let's start with these blankets first," Jin said, grabbing the edge of one. "We will find you new ones when we get back to the others, hmm?"

Yoongi slowly moved, his muscles sore from the fighting and abuse he had suffered. Untangling his fingers from the blankets he slowly let them pool around him as he lifted his face to look at Jin, his eyes empty and lost. Jin gave him a soft, sad smile and nodded for him to continue. Pausing for a moment Yoongi grabbed the hem of his shirt, rolling it between his fingers as he battled his demons to remove it in front of anyone, the voices of his assailants still fresh in his mind.