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~3rd person Point of view~

Jungkook paced back and forth across the room, his fists clenching and unclenching his by sides.

"You're going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep that up," Jin commented as he observed the younger boy move back and forth across the living room.
Yoongi had taken Yoona for a flying lesson, whilst the other four boys had gone grocery shopping. Why they needed four people was beyond Jin but it gave the eldest Hyung and the youngest dongsaeng a bit of time to talk.

"Sit down, Jungkook," Jin sighed, putting down his phone and watched the younger obey with an annoyed grunt.

"So, care to tell me what is the matter?"

Jungkook spilled the events - the past week of ignoring Yoona, yesterday's fight with Jimin.
"..so yeah. Now both Jimin and Yoona hate me." He pouted, and for a moment it was possible to see the little child in him.

Jin chuckled. "They don't hate you, don't overreact! Although, maybe you should not have avoided her, that was a foolish option," Jin wrinkled his nose as he shifted in his seat. "And, how did I fail to notice Jimin's crush on her?!"

"Hyung!" Jungkook whined, and Jin brought his attention back to the boy in front.

"Well, it's true, isn't it? Love triangle, how exciting," He smirked, and Jungkook rolled his eyes.
"This isn't a story, Jin hyung, it's life and I need your help," Jungkook frowned, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards as he struggled to not smile.

"Okay okay. What can I do though? You and Jimin and Yoona need to sort it out, not me," Jin held up his hands in defence, before placing them back in his lap.
"Why don't you just tell her how you feel?"

Jungkook gave him an incredulous look.
"Were you not listening hyung? I can't, what if I lose control and hurt her? I'd never forgive myself."

"And what about Yoona's feelings? Do you not think she deserves a say in this?"

"Jimin would probably be better for her," Jungkook whispered, dropping her head in defeat.

"Maybe so. But what if she wants you? Would you be able to forgive yourself for rejecting her?"

Jungkook remained silent, not having anything to say. Jin hefted a sigh, before placing a light hand on his dongsaeng's shoulder.

"Just think about it, Jungkook-ah. Do what you think is best, okay?"

The said boy nodded, and Jin smiled in satisfaction.

"Now, moving on...how are you feeling about her return?" Jin asked tentatively, not removing his hand from the boy's shoulder.

Jungkook stiffened, before shrugging. "I honestly don't know. I don't know what she wants, not exactly. I just want to get my revenge," Jungkook gritted his teeth, and Jin decided it would be better to drop this topic.

"Alright," He stood up, mentioning for Jungkook to get up as well.
"Do you want to watch a film or something? The others should be back soon."

Just as Jin spoke these words, they heard the rustling of keys in the door and the jovial voices of the four boys returned to the house.

"Speak of the devils," Jin smiled fondly as the boys piled into the lounge, dumping shopping bags on the counter in the kitchen before slumping into the sofas.

"You know, for people who are singers an dancers and fighters you act like going shopping is such a big job," Jin rolled his eyes - none the less with a smile - as he began to unpack and place the food in the their respective locations, with the help of Jimin and Taehyung.

"Well fighting and dancing and singing is fun. Walking down endless aisles trying to find the rice is not," Hoseok chuckled whilst grabbing a bag of crisps from the the cupboard even though Jin was in the midst of telling him not to because it would ruin his appetite.

"Namjoon hyung? Are you alright?" Jungkook piped up, frowning at the leader who was gazing at the floor with his eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed.

"Hm? Oh, well, not really," The said boy sighed, standing up and rummaging in his pocket. What he brought out shocked the members.

"Oh shit..." Hoseok dropped his crisp packet and neither Jin nor Namjoon scolded him for spilling them on the carpet. He grabbed the item from the leader's hands, his jaw dropping.

"No..." Jimin angrily snatched it from J-Hope, inspecting it with anger-fueled eyes. "I can't believe this!"

Taehyung and Jin covered their mouths with the their hands, horrified, whilst Namjoon stood with his face in his hands, rubbing his forehead.

It was a  photograph.

A clear photograph of a small, dark room with a single light bulb hanging from the centre of the room, above a metal chair. In that metal chair sat a boy, covered in bruises and scratches, and a trickle of blood running down the side of his lip. His arms and legs were tied up with thick rope, binding him to the seat, however the boy still held a defiant expression as he leered into the camera.

"No! First Jungkook, now Yoongi hyung..." Jimin sank to the floor on his knees, a wave of tears hitting the small boy as his chin dropped to his chest in emotional pain. "Yoongi hyung..."

"This can't be...where did you get this?!" Jin stared at the picture, then up at Namjoon with imploding eyes.

"Someone was waving at me through the window of the supermarket so I went outside. They handed me this in an envelope but they were gone by the time I'd opened it and had a look," Namjoon sounded on the verge of tears, unsurprisingly.

Taehyung and Hoseok were already crying with quivering lips, unable to say anything in turn of events.

"But how did they know where Yoongi would be?" Jin attempted to keep calm, thinking logically. "He had Yoona with him, he wouldn't have risked going too far or anyone unsafe... wait where is Yoona?!" Jin's frantic voice came back again, and Namjoon shook his head whilst pulling his hair.

"I don't know! I really don't," His voice cracked, and Jin sunk onto the sofa, head in his hands. "We need to find them, and quickly..."

That was when Jungkook let out a low growl.

All eyes snapped up to the maknae, and suddenly alerted themselves to the signature signs of the changing, inwardly cursing as one by one they slowly stood up.

"Jungkook," Jin spoke first, cautiously taking one step closer to the boy who was glaring at the wall, eyes soulless and unnerving, black nails like talons adorning his fingertips. Black veins branched up his arms as the darkness coursed through his body, burning through every fibre of his being, sending his senses into overdrive and tipping his sanity over the edge.

Jungkook let out a primal roar, and the other six snapped into action.

The out of control maknae charged forward, swinging his arm to land a punch on Jin who thankfully dodged and attempted to grab his outstretched arm, Jimin quickly doing the same for the other arm in an attempt to pin him down. Jungkook continued to let out growls and roars, punching and lashing out, thrashing in the hold the Jin and Jimin had on his arms, as Namjoon rapidly pinned down his abdomen just as Jungkook kicked out his legs to the nearest thing which happened to be Taehyung who, alongside Hoseok, were trying to tie his legs. Poor Taehyung toppled backwards with a groan, clutching his stomach.

"Come on, come on..." Namjoon muttered as they kept a tight hold on the uncontrollable boy, dragging him to the bed and tying his limbs to the bed posts so he couldn't hurt himself or anyone else.

They watched in horror and sadness at their youngest member thrashing and crying on the bed, fighting against the restrictions with guttural wails being emitted from his fanged mouth.

"Let me go! Let me kill!" He roared, pulling his arms to no avail.

"Let me...take me instead...Yoona...Yoongi hyung..." The boy petered off into small gasps and sniffs, before slowly closing his eyes, letting his eyelids force themselves shut as he drifted to sleep into sheer exhaustion.

Taehyung, who had joined them again at the doorway, choked back a sob, Jimin placing a soothing arm around him and embracing him as he let out little sniffles. All five of them stood still, the silence only being broken by the soft breathing of the boy on the bed in a fitful slumber.

They didn't know what was happening to them, they only knew one thing - they didn't have much time. They needed to think of something, and fast.