BTS Kidnapped

Part Thirty-Eight

T/N: KOREAN VOCABULARY LESSON!!! WOOHOO!!!!! Here are the new words we used this chapter!

l jen-jang: 'damnit' or 'g*d damn it'

l jebal andwe: 'please no'

l Ani: No!

l Ulji mala: 'don't cry'

l Hajima: 'Stop' or 'don't do it'

l Gieoghae: 'Remember' or 'remember me' or 'I remember'

l Jinjja yo: 'really' or 'is this real'

l Jeongmal: 'truly'

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A/N: This bit is inspired by @itsokaetae who actually wrote like 99% of the remembrance flashback because she is in fact my long lost evil twin, which I then tweaked only slightly and here we are. If anyone needs someone to blame for my evil these days, it's all her fault for feeding my flame as beautifully as she does. I am so thankful that we met! Without her this story would have fizzled and died, I kid you not. I must also thank her for listening to my incessant rambling and for brainstorming with me and giving me such evil, angst-y ideas these past many days.

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Taehyung shifted against Jungkook, his good arm curling around the younger man gingerly. He knew he wasn't supposed to lay on his side, his ribs still tender from the beating he endured, but he had to. It was the only way he could hold Jungkook. With his other arm bound to his body, he only had one arm to provide comfort with and that is what he intended to do.

As he settled himself against Jungkook, fast asleep in fever, Taehyung couldn't help but nuzzle Jungkook's neck despite the heat. Taehyung sobbed, smothering it in the collar of Jungkook's shirt as best he could, as his emotions bubbled up to the top and cascaded over. Jimin was gone. Jungkook was sick. Yoongi was pulling away more desperately than before.

It seemed like everything they once were was over. But no, that wasn't right - it wasn't fair. He and Yoongi had so recently gotten back what he had so stupidly walked away from. It was supposed to be okay now. It had to be okay now...

It hurt, the idea that something he needed like he needed air to breathe could be over; the pain burrowed deeper than any blow those crazies had given him.

"Ani..." Taehyung whispered against Jungkook's neck, his broken sobs meant for the lover that now lay on the other side of the room as much as they were meant for the brother he now held.

"Jebal andweh." Taehyung fought the tears that threatened to spill over onto Jungkook's shirt. "Please no. Hajima, Jungkookie. Please!"

Taehyung wasn't sure what he was begging for.

For Yoongi to stop pushing him away.

For Jungkook to hold on and not die.

For everything to be as it was that August night they were taken.

For everything and nothing all the same.

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Jungkook moaned in his sleep. To anyone looking, he was shifting in his sleep, the fever causing him discomfort as he sought a new position. But Taehyung could feel purposeful movement. Jungkook turned under Taehyung's protective arm to face the man he still loved, the man his heart refused to let go. He nuzzled into his chest, pressing his face close to Taehyung's neck.