"Hyung. I wouldn't do that if I were you. You'll just make it harder for the both of you." Jimin calmly stated as if he best friend wasn't being restrained in front of him."Namjoon hyung will be fine. He will have company soon. As will you. Not for long though I imagine. "
"Jimin! Jimin! What do you think you are doing!? What sick fuck did this to you? I swear I'm gonna-" Yoongi screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Uh uh uh... Yoongi-" A loud gravelly and mocking voice rang through the room as the other figure spoke. " Your precious little leader is coming with us and you're going to sit and watch. Okay? Okay. Goodbye Yoongi." They then proceeded to drag a speechless Namjoon out of the room, seemingly disappearing into thin air.

Just as Jimin turned to leave something in Yoongi snapped. He ran at his former best friend , fire burning in his eyes as anger overtook him. This wasn't his best friend. No. But he was going to get his Jimin back.

As soon as Yoongis flesh touched the large black cloak draped over Jimin's small frame, he was thrown into the broken wooden floor. Jimin harshly grabbed the collar of the elders shirt slamming him against the wall of the decaying room, a blazing look of fury hidden in his eyes.
"Never touch me. Or my cloak. Especially my cloak. Got that?" The fierceness in his voice made Yoongi shrink against the wall. This definitely wasn't the fun-loving Jimin he knew before. What he had turned into scared him. Who was this person before him? Where had his Jimin gone? What did he go through? "I said you got that? Oh come on hyung. I don't remember you being so slow..." The venom coating Jimin's words made Yoongi flinch.
"I-I got it." Yoongi stuttered after a long period of silence. Without a word Jimin let go of Yoongi and left the decaying room. Leaving him to process the carnage that had just taken place.

Yoongi sank to the floor feeling too broken to do anything else.
Jimin's gone. Namjoon's god knows where...
what about the others? Where are they? Are they safe? Are they okay? Are they here to? He hoped not. Despite all the dizzying thoughts spinning in his head the main question on his mind was one that bloomed from more than just worry and doubt - How was Jungkook going to cope without Jimin?

Namjoon was back in the same room he had been trapped in for weeks, tears streaming down his face as his mind replayed the scene that happened merely two hours ago. Was Yoongi okay? What happened? All he heard was a lot banging and raised voices. The probably painful words had been muffled by the walls leaving him to wonder. He worried he'd never see the others or Yoongi again. A choked sob made its way into the room, breaking the deafening silence surrounding him. It was only then he realised that he'd been crying and began hurriedly wiping away his tears. Standing, he faced at himself in the mirror once again. His cracked reflection greeted him. Puffy eyes, nose bright red ,snot running, his lips were sore and cracked. He was a mess. Sighing loudly he turned away from the glass and set on the floor mind raging with negative thoughts. Why was it the same vicious cycle? Because this was their game. Their own sick, twisted game. Who's game? Well, it wouldn't be much of a game of you knew now would it?

"So dear reader, would you like to play or would you like to stay locked in a cave of your own insecurities and doubts? It's your choice. Here's what you need for when you decide."

Edited by @Itz_juzt_aidan (on Instagram)