In the hands of a devil

8

"Y-yeah I guess I did." He'd stutter out not questioning why he was brought to the man's house.

"That's good you deserve it after everything you've gone through. I have a few meetings to attend so please stay away from the large black doors at the end of the hall, other than that feel free to explore baby." Hoseok would grin tapping Yoongi on the nose as he'd giggle leaving the boy to do whatever.

Yoongi would exit the room gawking at the size of the large house. The ceilings were tall and matched with expensive glass chandeliers . Each room contained obnoxious amounts of light fixtures which would blind Yoongi each time he step foot. Yoongi had wondered what Hoseok did for a living to be able to live so lavishly. He wandered all along the house before the large black doors called to him. They were open a crack, Yoongi grew a mischievous grin as he slowly tip toed towards them. He hid his dainty body behind one large black door and gently placed his ear against it.

"Sir with all due respect, why don't we just blow his fucking brains out?"

Yoongi recognized that voice, he'd be a fool to not. It was the same voice of the cute bubble gum pink boy who'd tell him to stop talking crazy and pour him another shot. It's the same voice that would soothe him when he had a bad day at school. It's the same voice that fixed his life. Its Jimins voice. But what the hell was Jimin doing here, and why was he speaking of killing someone. Yoongi didn't allow his curiosity to stop him as he placed his ear back against the door.

"Jimin, killing Chuseok immediately is a gift. I want him to beg me for death, I want him alive until his bloodshot eyes beg for a bullet through his head. I want him to suffer in every single way he made Yoongi suffer. I want him locked in a freezer to beg for mercy and right before he's given the sweet release of death we pull him out resuscitate him and start back again. I want Namjoon to destroy him from the inside; I want each of his happiest memories to be crushed before him." Hoseok spat no remorse being found in his voice.

Yoongi placed a hand over his mouth, blocking his choked sobs. His father was alive and in this house being tortured like all the years Yoongi was. No matter what cruel things his father did Yoongi never wanted the man to be killed. Yoongi's heart began racing, how did Hoseok know about his father?

"What are we listening to?" A voice whispered in Yoongi's ear making him jump pushing the door open.

Yoongi fell to the floor groaning as he sat up on his elbows eyes widening as he saw everyone in the room. It was Kim Namjoon the man who held him by the throat now sitting before him the same smirk following his face. To the left of him it was Taehyung the kind strange boy now sitting with an expensive suit and a gun on his lap. Even his once quiet "perfect neighbor" was sitting amongst these killers his glasses pushed down on his nose reading something.
Yoongi's tears streamed when he saw Jimin, his best friend sitting a knife comfortably in his hand. Yoongis stomach turned and his head spun, he knew every single person in this room. He stared into Hoseoks dark eyes furrowing his brows noticing the documents in his hands.

Written in large bold letters was Yoongi.

Yoongi slowly got up snatching the document out of Hoseoks hand. His mouth dropped open as he flipped through each page making him feel as if he was drowning and no one would save him. He flipped through pictures of his father torturing him, pictures of him putting makeup on to hide the bruises, pictures of him in the shower, pictures of him slicing his wrists. He had been documented his whole life. He flipped through several reports regarding his interests, his hobbies, his family. Then it all dawned on him. J.H the two bolded letters that ruined his life was Jung Hoseok.

"You were watching me. You all were fucking watching me." Yoongi spoke shaking his head his voice barely clear.

"Yoongi, we were only doing it because we wanted to protect you." Hoseok spoke standing up from his chair to hold the boy.

Yoongi pushed him away, fire beginning to form in his eyes as he grabbed Jimin's collar.

"Jimin, I trusted you with my life you were the first person I ever fucking loved! I fucking trusted you; I defied my father's beliefs because I thought you'd never hurt me." Yoongi would scream before he fell to Jimins knees crying uncontrollably repeating the same words.

"I trusted you." He'd gently whisper

Jimin only stood there a blank expression coating his face as he watched his best friend cry at his feet.

"You can still trust me Yoongi nothing's changed. We did this for you; we did this to make you happier." Jimin spoke softly running his fingers through his best friends minty hair.

Yoongi's face became blank as he slowly sat up.

"No, you can't trust anyone." He'd whisper his eyes locking with the knife Jimin had in his pocket.

"You can't trust anyone." He'd continue to repeat, gulping as he swiped the knife off Jimin.

"Yoongi what the fuck are you doing!" The room would exclaim at once rushing to stop him.

"You can't trust anyone, daddy was always right. Not even yourself." Yoongi whispered happily as he dug the knife deep into his stomach dragging it across enjoying every minute of pain and relief he received.

His hearing slowly fading as he could pick up Hoseoks muffled screams. He could feel Jimin's tears dropping onto his cheek as his best friend rubbed his head while his eyes began to droop.