Anything But || OT7

Pyromaniac Pt. 4

KIM T.

I hardly slept that night between Yoongi’s grumbled obscenities and Pyre’s shouted ones, so to say that I was the first to wake would be a partial lie. More like, I was the first one to actually be up and about that morning.

I dressed in my last clean t-shirt and uniform pants and ran a hand through my hair, which had started to accumulate grease and dust from not being able to bathe. I grabbed one of my dirty uniforms and carried them to the bathroom sink to wash them. 

The water turned a gross, dusty brown as it hit my clothes, and I cringed. After several minutes of wringing them out and rinsing them repeatedly, I decided that the water would never run clear and gave up. I draped them over the small open window in the kitchen to dry, then returned to run the cold water through my hair in a futile attempt to rinse away some of the grease.

Once I finished, I made my way to where Seokjin was sleeping and smacked his forehead. 

“Wake up sleeping beauty,” I said as he sat up and shot me a glare.

“I’m up, you don’t need to be violent about it,” he grumbled, swinging his feet off his cot. I chuckled and left the room. Pyre was still yelling expletives at us from the room we had kept him in, and I decided to peek in on him to make sure he hadn’t destroyed anything.

I cracked the door and looked in. Pyre was sitting in the center of the room, his legs stretched out in front of him. His fingertips were red and scaly, likely from him trying to use his powers and failing. His hair was unkempt and his eyes were bloodshot, and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him despite the trouble he’d given us.

“Are you assholes going to leave me in here until I die?” he growled, not making eye contact with me.

“We aren’t going to let you die. We just have to take you back to the base with us. There’s someone else we have to get first though.”

“Someone else you have to kidnap, you mean.”

“Well, yes and no. But aren’t hurting anyone though,” I justified.

“Right. I really have to take a piss, so if you could let me do that, that’d be great,” he replied snarkily, and with a sigh I walked into the room and helped him to a standing position. I kept a hand wrapped around his arm as I led him to the restroom, and I turned my back to him to give him privacy as he used it.

Big mistake.

I felt a kick to the back of my knee, and I grabbed the doorframe to keep myself standing. I turned to face Pyre, and as I did he jabbed both his elbows into my back, knocking me forward. I smacked my head on the edge of the toilet bowl as I fell, and I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment while I tried to cope with the pain.

“You fucker!!” I shouted, holding my head with one hand as I tried to push myself off the ground with the other. “I show you a little bit of compassion and this is how you pay me back?!”

As I stood, I heard a grunt and a thud from the other room, and a wave of dread washed over me as I realized that he was in the room Yoongi was sleeping in.

I stumbled out to the main room to find Yoongi standing with his foot on Pyre’s back. He had a severe case of bedhead, his eye patch had begun to peel back at the edges to showcase his burnt skin, and he looked very very unhappy.

“Taehyung, please tell me why in the Greek gods is he out of his room.”

He was royally pissed, and even with his small stature I had to admit I had a healthy fear of him.