The "Human" Series [BTS Fanfiction]

Arm and Hands III [Yoongi and Jungkook's Encounter]

He opened his eyes to a bright pink light. He must have fallen asleep on the wrong side of the couch. Again.

He sat up, only to feel a blanket on him. He frowned and rubbed his eyes.

He looked around and found the clock. 3:45 a.m.

He stretched and yawned as he noticed someone sitting on a stool right next to the window.

He panicked slightly, only to notice Suga.

"I know you are awake," Suga said as he took a sip out of a can. Knowing Suga, it was probably beer.

Jungkook looked around the place before standing up.

"I never thought I would actually warm up to you," Suga said after he swallowed.

Jungkook stopped in his track towards the bathroom. He turned around and stared at Suga's back.

Suga sighed as he crushed the can with one hand.

"I came to empathize with you when I heard Sam talk about a new fighter. He explained that this one was put in shape through the pain." Suga shook his head. "Then I found out about your actual story."

Jungkook's muscles tensed as he heard Suga talk. He wasn't sure if he felt anxious, happy, confused or stressed.

"Your arm" Suga said looking over his shoulder. "I lost my hands the same exact way"

He lifted his hand only for the pink like to reflect on it. It was a shinier and maybe even newer metal than what Jungkook had attached.

Jungkook looked down and sighed. He closed his eyes.

"Acid is the real bitch," Suga said chuckling. "Tomorrow I'm going to a deal and I would like for you to come with me."

Jungkook's eyes opened wide as he looked up.

"I really don't know why myself, but I think it could be fun. Maybe I can show you around." He said. "Or go on a nice adventure." He whispered to himself as he looked out the window.

Jungkook noticed the slumped down shoulders. This was a completely new site for the younger man.

"Just remember to wear sneakers. We may need to run"

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Jungkook and Suga leaned against the wall as Suga smoked.

"He is late. Again." Suga said as a puff of smoke came out his mouth.

Jungkook was thankful he had the mask on this time.

"But I can't blame the guy. He is a fucking wreck." Suga said as a man approached them.

Suga straightened and squinted at the man.

"Please, give us more." The man said.

Jungkook could focus on some of the man's features. Wrinkly skin, barely any hair, black patches all over and scratch marks.

"How much do you have?" Suga sighed.

His demeanor had changed. He was looking at him with sympathy.

"Five thousand," He said.

Jungkook's eyes softened. This was not a normal junky, he was a forced one.

"Here," Suga said giving him a pack. "Remember to make the bag last."

The man bowed and ran off. Jungkook could see the black car waiting for the man to deliver.

Suga sighed. "This is where my job gets hard."

Suga took in another puff as a loud crash sounded behind them. Jungkook turned around and stood in a defensive pose.

As they looked, the entire area was covered over by a white dust.

Jungkook frowned as he felt someone tug his mask off.

He turned to look at Suga, who was on the floor.

His heartbeat began to increase, as adrenaline ran through him. His bones cracked one by one as his body grew bigger. His eyes had turned white again.

His collar shined a strong neon color, which was all that lit up the alley.

His hands became bonier as his vein popped up. His hair turned a washed out grey as blackmarking appeared on his skin.

His head was clouded over by pain. He crouched and held his head. Tears of frustration ran down his face as he tried to understand what was happening to him.

The entire alley began to spin as it was completely covered in the white dust.

He heard loud coughs. His head would throb every time the other person coughed. He needs it to stop.

He lifted his head up in a fast matter as his bones crack with the movement. He was blinded over.

His vision turned black. Blue lines appeared making shapes. He was seeing the alley in another way.

He spotted the figure on the floor.

He rushed to him and grabbed him by the shirt.

He threw him against the wall as small lines signaled blood.

The man held up his hands as he moved. All sound was muffled over by a loud beep. He held onto his ears as the beeping became stronger.

He grabbed the man again and looked at his face.

"Please, Jungkook, stop" He heard someone whisper to him.

The man he was holding fell limp. He had heard Suga.

He was holding onto Suga.