BTS Kidnapped

Part Ninety-One

Several hours passed, but no guards came or went, and with each agonizing moment that passed in silence, Seokjin wondered if they would ever see their beautiful brother again. In the absence of his screams, they could not, with any amount of certainty, even say he was alive.

"Hyung..." Hoseok breathed. "We...where is he?"

"I don't know," Jin returned, staring at the door like his glare could will it to open to Taehyung on the other side.

"Why haven't they brought him back?" Hoseok asked instead.

"Because...it was an act. All an act. Fine, he...he's fine..." Yoongi chanted, his words uncertain and disjointed.

"What if it's not?" Namjoon breathed. "What if...what if we fucked up?"

Namjoon couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong... that he had done something irreversibly wrong.

Pleas - deep, rich, desperate - bounced around his head unformed.

Namjoon would know Taehyung's voice anywhere - all of his brother's sounds were burned into his soul. But what was that he was saying? Why did he sound so sad, so resigned, so desperate? He couldn't hear everything clearly and for that he was grateful, but still there was something to it, an edge that shouldn't be there...

"Little late for that, isn't it?" Hoseok asked, his emotions locked down in the face of the unknown. "You already fucked up and if you don't know it...I'll pray for you..."

Namjoon shook his head as if trying to knock loose the cobwebs.

"Hyung, did-" Namjoon breathed, his question meant to interrupt the on-going conversation.

Sobbing... slapping... blood on his hands...

Namjoon's head swiveled on his neck, eyes searching for Jungkook.

His eyes landed on the maknae's resting form and tears sprang into the corners, stinging him. At Yoongi, he whispered, "Did we..."

"No one needs your religious bullshit, Hoseok-ah," Yoongi growled, cutting Namjoon's question off without hearing it begin.

"Obviously you do," Hoseok said, his eyes sharp as steel. "No one else is going to save you from what you have done."

"What have I done, Hoseok-ssi?"

"You punished our brother for something he didn't do," Hoseok said, his anger leaving him, an overwhelming sadness threatening to pull him under. "You sent Taehyungie to his death when it should have been one of us. We're older. Stronger. We...you were supposed to love him. You should have saved him..."

Yoongi sat in silence, unwilling to let the turmoil that raged inside him show on his face. Because he knew. He knew more than anyone that he would die with the guilt of what he had done. Each of Taehyung's screams had awakened his soul to what the beast inside him had done when loosed, revealing visuals of Taehyung beneath him, his eyes pleading for a lover who no longer existed to care for him, to have mercy on him, to help him. That monster showed Yoongi how he had, instead, betrayed the beautiful man he had loved, had marred his skin and ripped away at his soul.

When Taehyung went silent, Yoongi was treated to more memories, ones he could not remember making, not vividly at least - for him it had been as though he were watching a terrible movie instead of being a willing participant... the only willing participant.

In Taehyung's silence, Yoongi had felt his love's hands on his, applying the most minimal of pressure as to not incite his anger further.

Thinking of Yoongi even as he was being defiled.