Lone wolf// P. JM x K.TH

Chapter 23

Taehyung was still in a ball on floor when his brother reentered the room.

Jihyun was intending to clean up the mess he left but found Taehyung on the floor, in a ball crying.
He wasn't expecting him home so soon.

Shit

Jihyun looked around the room a fake look of confusion on his face.

"Taehyung, what happened why are you not at the party? Where's Jimin?"  kneeling down, his hand on Taehyung's shoulder.

Taehyung looked up at him through his eyelashes, a look of anger and betrayal.

"Don't act so oblivious Jihyun. I know what you did."

"I-I don't know what you mean." Jihyun's voice shaking, nervousness flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, you do." Taehyung replied standing.
"You took him why?"

"wh-what do you mea-"

"How could you, how could you work with them? You're my brother, a wolf, why? " Taehyung questioned, his voice cracking at the end.

He was sad that his brother had done this, that his brother was a betrayer, working with the enemy. He was sad that his lover was in danger because of Jihyun, the were supposed to be a family. He had felt complete, happy, just for a minute, but it was them ripped away so suddenly.

"Taehy-"

"No! no excuses. Why would you do this, why would you take him! Tell me before I do something I regret Jihyun!"  grasping onto Jihyun's shoulders harshly, eyes filled with a mix of anger and sadness, glowing fiery red.

Jihyun lowered his head in shame, he'd been caught, he knew what he had done was wrong and would hurt his brother, but he couldn't let his brother be killed because he refused.

" They threatened me, they told me if i didn't hand Jimin over then they would kill you. Please Taehyung I only wanted to protect you, please believe me, I didn't want to but I couldn't let them kill you. "

The fire in Taehyungs eyes dimmed a little after the explanation, dropping his hands for the others shoulders.

" Where is he?"

" Taehyung you can't g-"

" Where. is. Jimin? If you truely care about me, my happiness then you will tell me, please, where is he? "

Jihyun sighed giving in to his brothers pleading eyes, he knew he had taken something dear to him. In the short time he had been back he had seen how Taehyung loved Jimin, the way the younger talked of the other. He felt guilty.

"The W. T. O headquarters."

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Cold.

Jimin felt cold.

He had regained consciousness and found himself in a cold dark room.

He was dizzy. His head throbbing.

He blinked harshly to try clear his vision as he came too, glancing around his surroundings.

The room was seemingly made of all metal, a small light in the center of the ceiling the only light source, and a single door being the only way for entering or exiting. There was also a hospital like metal framed bed in the far corner.

Jimin soon became painfully aware that his hands were cuffed behind him chained to the wall, the metal a little to tight around his wrists, it rubbing and chafing away at his skin each time he moved.

He had been laying on his side but was now kneeling, his knees flaring red against the hard cold floor.

He was dressed in what looked like a hospital gown, the thin material doing no good to keep out the chilling temperature of the room.

Jimin let out a sigh hanging his head.

He knew exactly where he was.
He wasn't stupid.
The hit to his head may have rendered him unconscious, but did nothing to effect his memory.

He knew he was at the W. T. O headquarters in the city.
He knew he had been knocked out by Jihyun, and he assumed that Jihyun had handed him over to the W. T. O or brought him here.

Jimin knew that Taehyung knew what happened.
He remembered leaving the voicemail that recorded the kidnapping.

But Jimin also knew how fucked he was.

So, so fucked.

They had caught him, finally.

And there was no way he was going to leave this place unscaved. If at all.

He knew he had a very tough and painful road head of him.

While kneeling there accepting his fate, Jimin heard shuffling. His head shooting up at the sound.

It came from the darker corner of the room where the light didn't quite reach.

"Hello?" Jimin squinted to try and make out the source of the noise.

He got no response, so he squinted further, making out the figure of a person.

"Hello, is someone there?"

The figure stepped closer, out of the shadows to reveal a boy, around Jimin's age, hair chestnut brown, a little taller.

The boy looked familiar, the scent of hazelnut and chocolate wafting threw Jimin's nose familiar too.

Jimin knew this scent.

He knew a boy with that scent, a long time ago. His best friend had that scent.

It couldn't be though could it?

How could it?

The boy stept further forward, and Jimin let out a small gasp.

It couldn't be.

"Hoseok?"

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A/n sorry this was short and sorry I've not updated in like a whole week, I'm swamped with work :(