{broken mess}

Hurrying through the sliding glass doors, Namjoon sped walked into the emergency ward of the hospital. Biting his nail between his teeth, his eyes roamed over the numerous patients, some with broken bones and others curled in discomfort. He pulled his eyes away, boots thumping over the spotless white tiled floor as he made his way towards the front desk. 

Something else however caught his attention before he reached the check in, a familiar raven haired male leaning against the wall of the waiting room. It was Seokjin, the male in a dishevelled state. 

Turning on his feet, Namjoon stomped his way over to the male, watching as Seokjin's gaze lifted to meet with his own. Namjoon stopped in front of him, noticing the small scratches that littered his face. He reached forwards as he gently took a hold of Seokjin's shoulders, "Are you alright?"

Letting out a groan, Seokjin brought the icepack away from the corner of his eye, revealing the nasty bruise flourishing underneath, "Yeah," he muttered, a dark expression painted over his face, "Bloody bastards stormed the parlour asking for Yoongi-"

"-Did you tell them where he was-"

"Of course not!" Seokjin hissed as he placed the icepack back against his face, "I didn't tell them jack shit." He sighed, "As a result I got quite the beating."

Namjoon's expression softened as his hands slipped off Seokjin's shoulders, sliding them into his pockets instead as his lips twisted into a frown, "But if Hoseok told us all to meet here at the hospital... and you're okay then who-"

The sounds of gasps alerted both Namjoon and Seokjin to the horrified stares of the hospital staff as the sound of the automatic doors opening pulled their attention to the front. It was almost as if the entire world had stopped as an all too familiar orange haired male stumbled through those doors, carrying none other then Min Yoongi.

Seokjin had to clasp a hand over his mouth as a wave of nausea washed over him, his pupils shaking as he tensed at the horrifying sight. Namjoon too had to take a step back, words leaving him as he stared at the bloody scene. 

Cradled protectively in Jimin's arms Yoongi was unconscious and bleeding. His clothing was soaked to the bone in the red substance and even Jimin was covered in nothing but blood. It was in Yoongi's hair, on his side, his legs, rolling off his fingertips and dripping over the polished white floor of the hospital. Oh God the sight was enough to make anyone physically sick as Jimin took one weak step after another, his tears mixing into the blood as he only managed to let out a crying scream, "PLEASE!"

Namjoon couldn't will himself to move, as if stuck underwater, everything was slow and warbled as both nurses and doctors abandoned their posts to come to Jimin's aid. They frantically pulled Yoongi from his arms, loading him onto a stretcher with frantic yells, orders and gestures before a team wheeled him off down towards surgery. 

Jimin just stood there, lifting his bloody hands in front of his face as his wide eyes just stared in horror. Tears continued to roll down his cheeks but his expression was almost blank as his mind caught up to the present moment, the adrenaline finally leaving him and allowing for more emotions then ever to race through him. Namjoon and Seokjin finally willed themselves to move as Jimin collapsed to his knees letting out a cry. 

He didn't break quietly, it was like every atom of his being screamed in unison, traumatised that things could end this way. When the wracking sobs passed he cried in such a desolate way that no-one could bare to listen for long. Jimin didn't even bring his face out of his hands as Namjoon reached his side, crouching down in front of him as he took a firm hold of his shoulders, "WHAT HAPPENED!?" It seemed Namjoon was more worked up about the situation then he thought, not being able to control his fear and anger. 

Jimin couldn't help but let his words out in a scream, pouring out the emotions that were too heavy to hold in, "I DONT KNOW!" He cried so hysterically, his voice trailing off into something soft, "I don't know, I don't know, I d-don't know."

Pushing Namjoon aside, Seokjin wrapped his arms around Jimin's trembling form, rubbing soothing circles against the male's back as he listened to his cries. Namjoon found it was best for him to take a step back, running a hand stressfully through his hair as he made his way back over to the corner of the waiting room. 

The sound of the sliding glass doors once again caught his attention, his eyes momentarily growing wide as he watched Hoseok rush inside, the male shoving his car keys into the pockets of his jeans before trying to wipe away at the blood stained on his hands. 

It didn't take long for Namjoon to catch Hoseok's attention, the hacker immediately making his way over to his leader with urgency. Namjoon watched as Hoseok stopped in front of him, the male folding his arms over his chest with a troublesome expression. He let out a shaky breath, "This is bad."

Namjoon gritted his teeth, "Just be straightforwards with me."

There was a pause from Hoseok as he diverted his eye contact, drawing in a sharp breath before facing his leader with a stern gaze, "I can tell he has a few broken bones, and judging how he was when Jimin got there," He paused as he cursed under his breath, "you know, positioning and everything, I think... I'm not too sure, but I think he fell off that building."

"Fucking hell-"

"Five stories high..." Hoseok continued to wipe the blood off his hands, "God there's gonna be a lot of damage."

"He'll pull through." Namjoon paused as he drew his nail between his teeth, "I'm sure of it... he's been to hell and back already."

Studying his leader's expression, Hoseok let out a breath as he placed his hands against his hips, gaze falling to the floor, "I sure hope so."

Namjoon dropped his arms back to his side, "Any word from Taehyung and Jungkook?"

Hoseok's eyes were remorseful, "I can't reach them-"

The sound of the surgery doors swinging open was enough to pull both Hoseok and Namjoon out from their conversation, their nerves spiking once more as a nurse dressed in scrubs quickly made her way over to the pair. 

Hoseok felt his hands begin to shake, but his expression remained steady, "Fuck-" he watched as the lady clicked a pen against her clipboard as she drew closer, "-this is why we avoid hospitals."

Hoseok found his mind racing as the lady continued to make her way over to the pair. They would have to eventually bring up Yoongi's name, but that was a problem, because Yoongi had been registered as both a missing person and suspect after the murder of his parents. So as the lady stopped right in front of them, Namjoon and Hoseok couldn't help but hold their breaths for the questions. 

The woman pressed her pen against the paper form latched onto the clipboard, not even sparing them a glance before she spoke, "We have to go into surgery right away, so all we need to know at this stage is if there are any allergies or pre-existing medical injuries."

Namjoon let out a sigh of relief before he spoke, "So no forms right now?"

"Not until all is well." She spoke flatly, tapping a foot as she waited for Namjoon to speak. 

He rested a hand against his hip, "No allergies that we know of... but he's been treated roughly eight or so years ago for a broken arm, fractured rib, punctured lung and broken leg." 

Hoseok and Namjoon both watched as the lady quickly scribbled down the information, muttering a small, "Thank you." before turning on her feet and this time sprinting back through the surgery doors. For a nurse to disregard the tone in which she had spoken to them in meant that she was most likely stressed beyond belief, only adding to Hoseok and Namjoon's worries. 

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"Jungkook!" Taehyung called out once more, pushing past the front door of the apartment right before it was almost slammed in his face, "Kook!" his voice only grew more frustrated as Jungkook ignored his calls, storming straight through the house as he made a direct b-line for his bedroom. 

Taehyung had picked up on this habit of his, running away from problems. It was just how Jungkook dealt with his emotions- and Taehyung was having none of it.

"Jungkook listen!" He reached forwards, grabbing a firm hold of Jungkook's arm as he spun the male to face him. And then he froze- loosening his hold once he felt the trembles that came from the male. "Kook you're-"

Jungkook stood there, his eyes fixed on Taehyung, breathing faster then any person should've been. From the open windows, the wind, mild that it was caught his hair, blowing it away from his face and revealing some small bruises underneath. His face was littered with small cuts but without even needing to lift his shirt Jungkook knew that his torso was by far the most wounded. 

Taehyung almost couldn't believe it when tears began to well up in Jungkook's eyes, the male gritting his teeth to suppress his emotions. He was ridged, so Taehyung took another step forwards, not intending to disturb him, but he couldn't help but flinch when Jungkook's eyes turned dark, almost as if he were ready to run Taehyung down like a deer caught in headlights. 

So Taehyung took a few steps back, wordlessly releasing his hold from Jungkook's arm, "You didn't have a choice-"

Jungkook sucked in a breath, diverting his eyes to the ceiling as he held back his emotions, "It's my fault." He bit down against his lower lip, "We can't even contact Jimin to see if he's okay-"

"I'm sure it's fine-"

"-No..." Jungkook cut in, glossy eyes meeting with Taehyung's, "Once my father wants someone dead... there's no escaping it."

Taehyung was rendered speechless at the tone of Jungkook's voice, it being enough to send shivers down his spine as he prayed that the Jeons weren't going to find Yoongi. He needed to contact someone, but without their phones they couldn't call and with Jungkook in the state that he was in there was no way they could sanely catch a bus all the way through the city. 

Taehyung lifted his gaze, parting his lips to speak once more but he was cut off when Jungkook turned his back to him, storming down the hall to hide away in his bedroom. Taehyung tried to reach out a hand, but flinched back when the door slammed shut in his face, leaving the blue haired male to stare at the wood. 

Slamming a hand against the door, Taehyung let out a curse.

From the bedroom, Jungkook leaned his back against the door, sliding down until he hit the floor. He could feel his lower lip begin to tremble as he reached for the hem of his shirt, slightly lifting it up to reveal the splotchy bruise that spread around his torso. He brushed his fingers along the purple, biting down on his lip when he pressed too hard. It was painful, and it was only now Jungkook noticed how it spread over his Bangtan symbol, distorting the flowers. 

He dropped the hem of his shirt, bringing his knees to his chest. 

He ruined them... he ruined Bangtan. 

After trying to escape the crime syndicate network for years he had only managed to slip back into it... maybe he belonged in it after all?

He lowered his head, then all at once his lip buckled and tears began. His breaths came short and sharp as he tried to breathe through each cry, cradling himself tighter as he began to tremble. 

Jungkook didn't fear much. It took a lot to break him, but this was by far the most terrified he had been in his entire life. 

His father had found him,

He was still just a puppet 

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{Author Note}

I was literally just chilling, watching some anime. Then I froze- and I was like, "Holy fuck it's update night!" And then I threw everything aside to publish this chapter lmao.

In other news, my new BTS Group fanfic is coming out in a weeks time! 

If you'd like, you can add it to your library for updates on the first chapter. I'm super excited for it and it would be much appreciated if you went and checked it out! x

Here's the trailer ;)

https://youtu.be/Zp5nd7xFYJ0