In the hands of a devil

7

It was wide open. Yoongi's could feel his stomach drop into his shoes, he felt every thump his heart would make, he could feel the colour drain out of his body as he walked closer and closer to the door. His eyes widened as his throat became dry, he walked into his house slowly closing the door behind him. He placed a hand over his mouth preventing his jagged breaths from becoming any louder. A tear slipped down his cheek as he saw his bedroom door was wide open. His feet would shuffle slowly, until he gained the courage to turn the light on. The bright light revealed every single one of Yoongi's horrors. Every piece of clothing he had lost was neatly folded on the bed surrounded by hundreds of pictures of him someone had taken from outside his own window. He placed his shaky hand on a photo of him wrapped in a towel and choked a sob when he turned it over.

"Property of J.H." Yoongi read aloud his voice breaking as each photo shared the same ominous message signed by J.H.

Yoongi threw the photo down shrieking as he knocked each photo onto the floor. He threw himself against a wall running his hands through his mint hair tugging softly as tears streamed down his face. Shakily Yoongi reached for his phone dialing the only one who could help him. He calmed his breaths as he waited for the line to connect, a deep vibrating voice answering immediately.

"Hello?"

"H-Hoseok, I need you." Yoongi would whisper before hanging up immediately his shaky hands returning to his hair, jerking on the roots gently as the pain would ease him. He'd sit there against the wall in a pool of his own tears and pain wondering what he did to deserve this.

"Yoongi!" Hoseoks loud voice would radiate as it bounced off the walls.

He'd walk into the dark room finding Yoongi laying against the hard wall his tiny hands pressed into his head, his eyes blood shot from crying, his cheeks puffed out in pout. Hoseok moved  closer picking up the small boy wrapping his arms around him allowing him to cry.

"Shh baby I'm here now you'll be okay." Hoseok reassured as the boy sobbed into his chest, his faint cries muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

Yoongi cuddled into the silk sheets that were coating his cold body, the smell being oddly familiar. His eyes slowly trembled open his gaze falling onto the glass chandelier hanging above him. He furrowed his eyebrows sitting up in the bed. This room was not his, it was more, expensive more fancy than anything he'd ever own. The door to the room opened loudly revealing a smiling Hoseok.

"Did you sleep well baby?" Hoseok asked running his fingers through Yoongi's mint locks. The small boy leaning into the man's touch.