Apocalypse | BTS

Chapter 7

Hoseok's quick thinking directed him to hide behind the front desk of the medical bay as the angrily raised voices trailed towards the building. He jumped over the counter with ease, ducking nimbly into a crouched position as he silenced his suddenly ragged breathing. With a loud bang, the doors were flung open, revealing none other than the small group of tough-looking men that he had bumped into earlier.

The small party of men all had looks so sinister that one would believe that they were plotting to kill a man. All of them, but one. In the middle of the group was a dark-haired man, younger than the rest, who didn't have a look of anger but a look of pure terror washing over his light features. He was being dragged in the clutches of two larger men, desperately trying to reason with them about something that Hobi couldn't decipher.

"Shut up Jungkook. We're gonna make sure you regret this." One of the men growled, the younger boy crying out in pain as another man lurched forwards and punched him in the stomach. Hobi's eyes widened; not at the man's tone and actions, but at his words.

'J-Jungkook?! No... it can't be!' Hoseok thought, flashbacks from impact day flashing in his mind. The day that he and Leanne had escaped Africa, they'd also rescued a young boy in the process, the young boy who had gone missing after walking from the truck a day or two after. It was the same person that he'd caught a glimpse of earlier, thinking that he was somewhat familiar, and now his assumptions were indeed correct.

In utter shock, Hoseok peered sneakily around the corner of the desk, watching in horror as Jungkook was forcefully thrown to the floor and kicked. He felt like he had to do something, but leaping out now like a useless hero would certainly kill the both of them. It would be a suicide mission. Jungkook's cries of pain and pleads for them to stop made him twitch in his position, and Hoseok wouldn't have been able to just sit there if he hadn't noticed the heavy weaponry that the strangers were holding.

"Guys, there were too many of them! I tried to lead them away from you-"

"You almost got us fucking killed! Some leader you are." A man with a low and gruff voice spat, signalling to two other men to lift Jungkook up and follow him. Jungkook was now too weak to fight back, knowing that struggling in their painful grasp would effectively kill him faster. He'd failed his squad, and he was going to face the brutal consequences whether he liked it or not.

Hoseok watched as the men walked down a nearby corridor, and into a medical surgery room. The room was nowhere near as sterile as such a place had to be, and it gave off horror-esque vibes to anyone who would set foot in it. Hobi slowly stood up as he peered round the corner, wondering if he should bolt for it considering this may be his only chance. But the more Jungkook screamed, the more Hobi's feet refused to move in the opposite direction.

"Stop! Dont do this!" Jungkook screamed and writhed, only receiving harmful glares and sinister chuckles in response.

"Leave him to starve, no one will come in here anyway." One of the men said, the others nodding with foul grins plastered on their faces.

"And if they ask where he is," another began, turning to Jungkook who's state was beyond concerning to see, "we'll just say he died during the mission."

With that, the psychotic strangers turned from the medical room and walked back in the direction of the door, not noticing Hoseok who had once-again ducked under the desk. The orange-haired male held his breath until they were finally out of the door and out of earshot, silently cursing himself for getting in such a situation. This was going to be far from easy. In an instant he had leapt up from behind the desk and jumped back over it, running to the room that he knew that Jungkook must have been in.

The old door wasn't locked, and so he swung it open with haste, his eyes widening and his stomach dropping at what he saw. Jungkook was tied to a hospital stretcher, his trembling and abused body bound to it with buckles and thick rope. Hoseok noticed that the other started shaking more violently, whimpering inaudible pleads as he noticed Hobi's presence. Hoseok quickly and quietly made it over to his side, trying to calm the boy.

"Hey, kid, I'm not going to hurt you I promise. I want to help you, just stay calm." Hoseok whispered, slipping out a knife from his pocket to cut the rope. The moment Jungkook's eyes fell on the sharp object, he shook his head and struggled in his bonds with an immense sense of fear.

"No! N-no please no more! D-don't..." He cried, his breathing becoming more rapid by the second. That was when Hoseok noticed one reason why he must have been so scared of the blade.

He had been stabbed.

"Shit-" Hoseok cursed under his breath as he noticed a crimson liquid saturating the side of the other's shirt. The wound in his side must have been relatively deep, and was clearly causing a lot of pain.

"I'm just going to cut the ropes so that you and I can get the fuck out of here. You really need to put pressure on your wound for me when I free your hands, okay? Please, just breathe kiddo." Hoseok soothed, though the fear in his own voice could be heard in his slightly trembling tone.

Jungkook suddenly snapped his eyes up to meet his rescuer's as his distinct voice sounded scarily familiar, and time seemed to just stop right then and there.

"H-Hoseok?" He stuttered in a weak voice, the orange haired man looking down at him with the warmest smile that he could currently muster.

"Hey Jungkook."

Jungkook was so shocked and confused with the whole situation to the point where it was really getting to him, and his brain just wouldn't function. He felt weak and in need of aid, and although he hated to ask for it and admit it, he wasn't prepared to die right now.

"P-please..."

"Please h-help me."