♤Intruders♤ BTSxYoongi au

Chapter 8

I am shattered glass, unfixable.
Some things are so broken that they can't be fixed.
Take shattered glass as an example.
You can try to fix it, but it'll never be the same again.
Even if you place the pieces back where they were, you'll always miss at least one piece that'll be just gone forever.

The sharp edges and points that the pieces of the shattered glass have will hurt if handled without care and caution.
But that's just like the parts of a broken person that will hurt if handled carelessly.
It's like the dark parts in ones mind that is masked with the beauty of the their purity.

Each piece of the glass is equally important,
as every action and reaction plays an important role in what makes someone who they are.
You can try to mend and put it back together the same as before, but the scars will be forever visible to the naked eye and no longer hidden away.

But if its reorganized into a piece of art, it will be so different, yet exactly the same as before.
A person can't change who they are, but they can alter the way they behave and think to possibly become a better version of themself.

That's what makes everyone so different and unique.
Its impossible to have two identical organisms.
Even twins are different.
They think differently, act differently, like and dislike different things.
The only thing that is the same about them, is that they share DNA.

Like glass, it's impossible to handcraft two identical pieces of glassware.
Even if someone does, when broken, they will no longer be the same.
They will crack and break in different ways.
People are exactly the same as that.
We all deal with struggles differently,
at our own pace and with our own methods.
Even if we are healed and put back together,
we are all forever different.
I am shattered glass, unfixable but still healable.

A little poetry before we start ;)

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Namjoon intensely observed the hostage after ranting and losing his temper and patience with him. The hostage sat completely still, aside from the slight trembling of his body and shakey hands. He stared at the floor as if it were the most intricate piece of art he'd ever seen. No one dared speak up and the most intoxicating atmosphere suffocated everyone. By now, everyone except for Namjoon and the hostage left the room. The hostage never moved a muscle for over a couple minutes and Namjoon grew a little worried. He shook the boy by his shoulder, unfamiliar with comforting anyone due to being trained to be a merciless war machine since the day he could walk.

He nudged the boy a little harsher and he fell back on the couch. He was unconscious. Namjoon internally panicked a bit and called Seokjin because he was better at this... caring stuff.

"What do you need? Did you accidentally kill him or something?" Seokjin joked as he walked in. But he immediately halted at the sight of the unconscious boy on the couch with Namjoon biting his nails, (a habit he does when nervous,) while looking at him.

"I didn't kill him... but I think I might have said or done something to give him a panic attack and pass out?" Namjoon's shoulders rose while talking and almost hid his neck away completely. He refused to look at Seokjin and his eyes darted everywhere except Seokjin and the boy. Seokjin sighed and shook his head a little.

"You should learn to be more mindful of how your words can affect others. You never know what's going on in someone else's head. If you wanna be a father then loosen up a little, stop treating everything like it's life or death," Seokjin lectured.

"I don't need a pep talk about why I can't be a normal human being and am only capable of being a living weapon," Namjoon huffed and rolled his eyes, "Anyway, what should we do with that?" He pointed to the hostage with a raised brow.

"I got this," Seokjin gestured to the unconscious boy, "And I suggest you do what you're best at. Figure out what that 'Min Junki' folder is all about, okay?" Seokjin patted Namjoon's back before walking towards the boy.

Namjoon nodded and disappeared behind a corner. Seokjin directed his attention back to the hostage and muttered, "What am I gonna do with you?" under his breath. He wrapped his arm under the boy's armpit and around his body. He slightly frowned when he could feel the boy's ribs under his fingertips. He lifted the boy up and his frown deepened as the boy was as light as a feather.

"You need to eat more. As long as you stay with us, I'll make sure you eat. Even if I have to shove food down your throat," Seokjin mumbled to the boy even though he mostly taking to himself, due to the boy being unconscious. Seokjin wandered the house in search of an enclosed room to keep him in. He eventually stumbled upon a closet, but on the very back wall was a door sized indent. He placed the hostage on the floor and ran his hands along the crease. The hostage shifted and he groaned as slowly awoke.

"nnnggghhhh... w-what the fuck..?" The hostage sat up on the closet floor. Seokjin was quick to grasp his wrist, which lead to the hostage jolting fully awake.

"Don't cuss. And what is this?" Seokjin pointed at the wall and glared at the boy. the hostage scowled and ripped his arm from Seokjin's hold. He stared up at the wall, panic flashing in his onyx eyes for a split second before he clear his throat and shifted uncomfortably.

"That's nothing. The house is just old," He quickly mumbled. Seokjin wasn't convinced, but he let the topic go anyway.

"Do you have a basement here? Or like a bunker or something?" Seokjin kept inspecting the wall, still holding the death grip on the hostage's arm. He shook his head and tried to shake the hand off of his arm once again, but that only made Seokjin's hold more tighter.

"Ah, can you not!?" The boy hissed in pain. Seokjin loosened his grip but still didn't let go, muttering a quick "sorry". Pushing on the wall, Seokjin hoped for a secret room or something interesting in that boring, old house. The wall didn't budge the slightest.

"HYUNG!!! TAETAE'S BEING A BITCH AGAIN!" Hoseok shouted from the other side of the house. The hostage jumped at the sudden exclamation, but Seokjin sighed and shook his head in disappointment. He yelled for Namjoon to handel the brats, but he was preoccupied. Throwing the boy into the closet, Seokjin locked it and placed a small cupboard in front of the door. He stomped towards the others and placed his hands on his hips like an angry mother.

"For fucks sake, what going on here?" Seokjin huffed, his tone was scarily calm, "I told you to behave and unload the van, but why are you four horsing around like immature preteens?"

"Taehyung hyung was talking about how he wanted to fuck the cat boy we kidnapped, so Hoseok hyung told Taehyung hyung to suck his dick and Taehyung hyung said he would never suck horse dick," Jungkook bluntly tattled. Jimin snickered, watching from a far corner. Seokjin was incredibly disappointed, but not the slightest bit surprised.

"What do I do with you guys..." Seokjin rubbed his face with a hand and let it fall down to his side afterwards, "I should have left you all on the street a long time ago."

"But you love us too much to do that, don't you hyung~" Taehyung smugly grinned, earning a smack to the back of his head, "ow~"

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Soooo I came out as trans to my mom.

I was so shocked when she accepted it because the rest of my family is preeeeetty transphobic and homophobic. she doesn't quite understand it, but that's okay. when I told her she said it's like me liking almond milk and my sister liking cow milk. they're both milk, just a little different. kinda think she might be confused about gender identity and sexuality. she also helped me buy my first binder and I'm really excited for its arrival!

and sorry for the short ass chapter after not uploading for a while. I have a lot on my plate atm, but I hope the free-verse poem will make up for it. T^T
sooooooo sorry again. T^T