Jungkook sighed for the Nth time. He was getting cabin fever. God how he wished he could leave this house and its infuriating four walls. He shouldn't worry though, Jackson was taking care of things but he couldn't help himself. It was all he could think about. Well, that and leaving this claustrophobic house. A knock on the door startled him so much he was sent flying off his chair and onto the carpeted floor. Scrambling up off the ground hope began to bloom in his chest. Jin would be home. "Jin hyung you're h- TAE!" the boy was covered in a deep, red coat of his own blood. He looked up at Jungkook his chest heaving. V dropped to the floor. "HYUNG!" Jungkook screamed. Quickly running forwards he hauled his hyung off the floor and placed him cautiously onto the sofa in a panic. What happened to him?
"Hospital. I need to get you to the hospital..." Snatching up his keys Jungkook began to shove on his shoes when V's hoarse, broken voice made him freeze. He sounded like he had been screaming and crying for hours.
"No. No hospitals. Please Kookie. Don't make me go there." The younger just stared at V in silence before hesitantly nodding.
"Let's get you to the bathroom then." Carefully lifting V up he helping him walk to the bright white tiled bathroom.
Dirty clothes were stripped from his body and soon V was in a relaxing bath of hot clean water the red seeping from his skin and tinting the water a light shade of pink, with a shaking Jungkook removing as much as he could of the blood. Jungkook reached out for the shampoo and stopped. There was blood. On his hands. The room began to spin. Evil glints and demonic voices breaking through his thoughts.
"No..." he desperately whispered. "No please I did everything! I have the scars to prove it!" sweat began to seep through his clothes as he continued to shake violently and the memories came to haunt him once again.
Black. That's all Jin managed to see. He couldn't see his own hand in front of his face let alone anything else. "W-what?" he mumbled standing slowly. A click sounded and lights flickered to life illuminating the cream room around him. Heavy curtains adorned the walls obscuring whatever lay behind them. Jin's head spun, the nauseous knot in his stomach tightening as his steps rang throughout the silent room. His legs failed him. Knees buckling as he fell messily to the floor. Fuzzy memories began to flash through his mind. The alleyway, the drunk, and them. Their face was lost to him. Who was that? Jin shook his head lightly, shaking the thought of the other person as he did so. Legs still numb he sat defeated on the floor, eyes growing heavy... and he saw black again. Sleep muffling his senses and the drug running through his veins.
Hoseok stood behind the successfully sedated Jin before smiling. He didn't even notice the needle go in. The sick smirk of malice that crossed his face was accompanied in perfect disturbing harmony by a pair of gleaming eyes that drank in the sight of his elder sprawled helplessly on the floor. The words that had been engraved across his brain tumbled out of his mouth automatically, as if he had rehearsed the line over and over. "You need to suffer before you can truly live, hyung."

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Sorry for the short chapter. I wrote this quite quick because I finally had some ideas on how to wrap this whole thing up.  I should be able to post soon.

As always.....

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Edited by @itz_juzt_aidan (On Instagram)