The jobs had been a success. Well from his point of view. Hoseok had walked into the room, needing no persuasion minus the promise of being free from his pain. The sweet treat left his hands only to be replaced by another. A cake.  A small smile crossed Hoseok's face and he felt something stir inside of him. Go away. He wasn't becoming soft now. No. Now was his time of triumph. Things were finally going to plan. Before he could alert Hoseok of his distress he began to sprint out of the room, head in his hands. Everything hurt! It just hurt. A blood curdling scream tore from his throat. "GO AWAY! GO AWAY! SHUT UP! THEY DIDN'T SAVE YOU I SAVED YOU! YOU OWE THEM NOTHING! HOW DARE YOU THROW ME AWAY? I AM YOU. I am all you have. Once they find out who you really are they'll hate you they all will. And you know it." They left. The fight in his head ceasing, as if it was never there to begin with. The pain had been there, he had been there longer than anybody else could. And he was going to make sure it stayed that way.

Jungkook and Jin sat in Jin's bedroom in an uneasy silence. Taehyung was still on the sofa; well as far they knew. The pair sat across from each other their body language speaking for them. Jungkook fiddled nervously with his hands while Jin simply stared at him worry written across every line of his body. Jin shattered the uneasy silence. "Jungkook what's wrong?"
"I'm fine Hyung" Jungkook snapped. The previous tension descended on the room once more. Jungkook stood. "I'm going to check on Tae." As he left the an uneasy feeling began to settle in his gut. A wave of fear and anxiety washed over him as he peered round the corner of the living room. The sofa was empty. Taehyung was gone. A shout of surprise managed to leave his lips, causing Jin to come running into the room.
"What is i-?"Jin cut himself off. "Where is he, Jungkook!!?"
"I-I don't know Hyung!" Jungkook was distraught. Thoughts swirled messily in his head making him dizzy. The horrendous possibilities made him feel sick and uneasy - where did he go? Was he okay? Was he safe? Tears began to spill down his face as even the thought of what could have happened began to settle in his mind.

He was watching them again. Through the screens. The camera that Jimin installed was working perfectly. The one way glass creating a perfect space for him to view Namjoon as he lay on the floor picking at the splintered floor out of boredom. Next was Yoongi. He was sat on the floor eyes red and puffy, his hands sore from all the scratching onto the floorboards. There wasn't an inch of spare floor that wasn't covered in lyrics and thoughts, so now he started on the walls. There were a few paragraphs etched onto the peeling wallpaper. He was coping rather well it seemed. Both Yoongi and Namjoon had been eating well, so they looked healthy enough. Next were the empty rooms. Jimin's room - wich was now void of any life, silent and covered in a thin layer of dust. The two that were empty waiting for new arrivals and Hoseok's room. He simply stood in the centre of the room, now clad in the telltale black robes and white mask, a cake in his hands. He dropped to the floor, cake still intact, probably from exhaustion. Jimin was nowhere to be seen. They let out a small sigh. "This is boring. I'm going to go spice things up a bit." And he did.

Storming into Yoongis room, Yoongi stood quickly facing him. A scowl plastered onto his face. "What do you want?" Yoongi questioned. A satisfied smile settled over the figures face.
"You know what I want Yoongi." he calmly stated, his demeanour suddenly different from his entrance. Yoongi began to back away slowly fear in his eyes. The figure stepped forwards to face him, pinning him against a wall. "Yoongi." the figure growled,the voice modulator filling their voice with static and making it crack in places. Even through the mask he could see the mischievous fire in their eyes. "I'm in control Yoongi." The fear in his eyes quickly dissipated replaced by anger, fury and fire.

He only saw red. The anger and adrenaline coursing through his veins stopped any rational thoughts penetrating his mind - which was filled with anger and frustration. He lashed out. His hands began to grab at the inky material of the figures cloak making them stumble back in surprise. A small flash of red revealed itself from the heavy folds of the black material. Yoongi's eyes widened. His bandanna. Using the second of his surprise the figure managed to slam him back into the wall with a dull, painful thud. The short male snapped out of his surprise and began to claw at the persons mask this time. The white sheet began to loosen to reveal caramel skin beneath. An eye. One small mole below it. The person was desperately trying to re-secure the mask that once preserved their anonymity however Yoongi managed to rip it of their face before they had the chance to save their identity.

"T-Tae?" Tears began to form in his eyes as he realised the person who had been torturing him was one of his closest friends. The betrayal was too much to handle. The first salty drop fell from his eyes making V's heart ache a little. Yet he managed to keep a straight, emotionless face as he walked away from the room the broken mask clasped in his hand. The red bandanna discarded on the floor, forgotten, as he left the room cursing himself silently for being so impatient.

Yoongi sat on the floor tears now dry, his breathing only just evening out. Taehyung? Why? He'd healed! how much did he not tell them? How much did they really hurt him? A new wave of sadness washed over him, the heart ache, the pain, the betrayal. He pushed away the pain and replaced it with numbness. He couldn't move. He didn't know what to feel. "Taehyung did this to me." The words felt like a lie even as he said them, as if his brain refused to accept the truth.

V stumbled into the small common room and sank down into the black chair of his own. Taehyung took the reigns. Warm tears began to fall from his eyes. The look on Yoongi's face was too much to handle. He looked to broken. It reminded him of himself. The sorrow he had endured for the happiness of others. A familiar pain settled into his chest. V was back. The tears dried, the mask replaced and the voices began their vengeful chorus once again.

Jungkook sat in the living room staring absently at his scars. The pattern of white lines snaked their way up his legs and encircled his hips like a stark white tattoo. Just as permanent. Just as powerful. Jin was nowhere to be seen. The elders absence gnawing away at him for the entirety of the time he had been alone. A shaky breath passed from his lips. His muscles were tense and stressed. His thoughts were filled only by One thing - fear. Fear of many things but fear none the less. He ran his hands over the scars of his hips up and began remember where they came from. He remembered the blood, the fear,the vicious glint  of blades and the twisted smirks in the dark. He remembered  the beast of hunger, the wild burning feeling he got when they neared him. A tear silently slipped down his cheek, painting a stream behind it. He also remembered the first kind smile he had ever seen. The amiable spark in his eyes, the genuine look behind every feature of his face. His saviour. But now he was gone. He left him first. He was taken out of his life. His beacon of hope. Jimin. Gone. More salty liquid poured from his eyes creating a red, puffy mess in it's wake. His fingers ghosted over the raised lines on his body once again, the stark white against his tanned skin. He wished he could show everyone else. They had enough to deal with.  The stories he'd heard about what happened to Taehyung made him think what he went through sounded like heaven. The soul-sucking story of Omleas made him want to protect his hyung with every fibre of his body. Jin's voice made him wipe his tears quickly and plaster a fake smile onto his face before covering his legs and turning to face him. "Jungkook" he said, "I'm going out do you-"

"NO!" Jungkook stood hurriedly running over to his hyung.

"Woah! What's wrong?"

"P-please, I'm scared"

"Nothing's going to happen kook." Jin gave him a comforting smile. " I promise"

But you should never make promises you can't keep.

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Hi! Sooooooo..... that happened. Did you guys  guess who it was before now? Also next chapter I'll probably just do a short chapter because I took so long on this one. Aaannnyyywwwaayyss.....

As always...

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Edited by @itz_juzt_aidan (on Instagram) :)