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- Chapter 9.0

 A year.

That was how long this emotionless hell was supposed to last. How long he was meant to be trapped inside a prison of his own making.

Sometimes he wondered if there was something wrong with him. If he was the reason they hadn't returned.

But they had.

They had.

And he knew the exact moment it had begun.

...

"Seokjin!" He'd tried. He had. Tried to move fast enough, arms already outstretched. Felt the other's weight bounce off of him, reverberating back and falling at an even more awkward angle. Like it would have been better if he just hadn't tried at all.

"Shit!" It had been meant for him. He knew that. Knew that it should have been his flesh that took the blow. Him who was being sent to the floor. His fingers which were being bent at an awkward, unnatural angle. "Hyung I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear."

"I -" But he couldn't even speak. That one word sounded airy and far away. Like it was coming from someone else. And this time he was fast enough. Dropped down onto his knees and caught the solid weight of the elder before it managed to fully collapse forward.

"Go get someone." It was more like barking an order than anything else. But at that moment everything felt so intensely overwhelming that he could barely stand it. A sudden rush of emotion of guilt that washed over him unbidden.

Because Seokjin was hurt. Laying practically unconscious against him and it was all his fault.

"And leave him alone with you?" He didn't understand what kind of power trip Taehyung was on anymore. Only that it seemed to have no end.

"Will you stop being such an idiot and go get someone? He's fucking -" His world. His entire world was right there, laying within his arms. Staring up at him with wide, glassy eyes and he could already see the bruise forming on his cheek. Where had Taehyung even learned to swing like that? With such clear intent to injure. "He's hurt, Taehyung. Jin Hyung is hurt."

"Okay. Fuck. Just -" He knew Taehyung didn't trust him. Even understood all the reasons why. But none of those mattered right now. Their power struggle didn't matter. "I'll go find one of the Hyungs."

"Thank you." He resisted the urge to ask if that was truly so hard. But that would only make it worse. And everything about this was already bad enough.

...

His phone was still missing.

And while he was entirely certain that Taehyung was the culprit - they had searched the entire dressing room high and low and over and over again, only to find that it was no where, seemingly having disappeared into thin air - there was nothing he could do to prove it. Only pray that he had backed everything up semi-recently and snag a new one as soon as possible.

It made no sense. Because one moment it had been in his hand and the next it was laying on the table in front of him and then it was just gone. And the only options were Taehyung or -

Or Seokjin.

One of the staff could have taken it. That was always a possibility. But the risk were too high. They were too well protected for any of them to take that chance.

Taehyung was the only one who had any sort of motive. Of course that motive was mostly just to annoy and anger him, but he was pretty sure he hadn't actually intended for it to escalate that far.

So it was a lost cause. Because Taehyung wouldn't even look at him, let alone entertain the idea of speaking to him. Because this whole entire ordeal was apparently his fault.