BTS Kidnapped

Part Eighty-Three

Notes:

Hey, yall.

Me here.

Sorry this update is late but this week has been SUPER rough physically and mentally and has been super disappointing in some aspects of expecting people not to abuse their position and power but, it is what it is.

That being said here is the update I owe you from Monday and one extra for being so patient with me.

Also, thank you for all of the song recs, I am listening my way through them now!

Love, 

K.

~oooOooo~

Sven's threat hung in the air after he was gone, palpable and present. Try as they might, neither Jin nor Hoseok could shake the ominous connotation of his words.

Hoseok was visibly shaken, afraid of what kind of power Sven meant to wield over him... and when.

"Do..." Jin started, his gaze focusing solely on his hands as he tried to keep himself calm. "Do you think..."

"That bastard was lying, hyung," Hoseok said softly, his eyes raking over his oldest brother in an attempt to make sure he was okay. "He was just trying to get a rise out of us."

"He got one," Jin said softly. "And..."

"I won't let that monster touch you," Hoseok promised. "Mathan —"

"Can't help us now," Jin said, a sad smile gracing his features. "I don't think he'll be back around. He got what the rest of these monsters wanted..."

"Hyung?" Hoseok asked in confusion.

"All of us are broken now, aren't we?" Jin asked, looking at Hoseok.

"Hyung..." Hobi breathed.

"Some more than others, I guess, but..."

"Mathan tried to stop those things from happening," Hoseok insisted, his mind spinning in confusion at what exactly had caused the man before him to adopt this train of thought.

"Mathan is the same sort of monster as everyone else, Hoseokie," Jin said, his voice devoid of any emotion. "He just played his games better than all the rest."

Jin was broken. His mind was shattered and in his very soul he knew. No one would ever be able to love him, to even look at him in that way, ever again.

It disgusted him.

Enraged him.

Made him want to scream out in pain until his throat was raw.

But he had to keep it together. For the sake of his brothers he had to call upon his skills and act as if nothing had ever happened to him. For the sake of his brothers, he had to act as if nothing was wrong.

He didn't hear the strange way he spoke his words, the tonality flat, different from his normal speech pattern.

He didn't hear the combination of thoughts he spoke aloud, ones that would confuse his brothers, worry them, frighten them if he didn't get hold of himself.

Instead he held his face firm, didn't let his gaze drop, didn't let his jaw tremble... he performed.

"Hyung...?"

Before Hoseok could say any more, the door to their prison cell opened and in walked Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, Jeon Jungkook, and one very abused, very downtrodden Kim Taehyung.