A pounding headache woke Jin painfully - a side effect of the drugs that were being forced into his weakening body daily. He shivered slightly at the ominous air that hung heavily in the air around him. Despite the endless pain that enveloped his body like an endless web of hurt, he managed to allow a small smile to grace his lips as he imagined what it looked like outside of this godforsaken place. The leaves on the trees must be turning a vibrant array of fiery reds, dirty oranges and glowing yellows with that teasing glint of green that told the tales of spring. His hopeful thoughts of freedom formed a song that drifted easily through the room, leaving shattered silence in it's wake. The gentle melody floated in the air like a sweet sound that fell on deaf ears. "Yeah it's my truth, its my truth, I will be covered in wounds all over" the scarce words  were replaced with his gentle humming as he closed his eyes enjoying the peaceful moment as he let his mind wander. His eyes flew open the content smile on his face transforming into a frown - the boys. He'd forgotten about them in the midst of his daydreaming. Where were they? Are they okay? What happened to Jungkook? Salty water gathered in his eyes, his lungs gasping for air, Jin began desperately tugging at his hair as the thoughts of the pain they could all be forced to suffer through began to fill his mind. The possibilities seemed endless, a whirlpool of dread that pulled him into its deepest depths , refusing to realise him causing his train of thought to head down into the unforgiving depths of doubt. A gasp of realisation derailed his train as the empty eyes of V filled his head. He remembers. The cold night, the wave of relief the sadness in Taehyung's eyes which soon disappeared as a cautious had travelled up to the smooth skin of his neck where the small blemish lay. Tae. Tae did this to him... he pulled him into his trap.

V stood tall in front of Jimin with Namjoon  stood beside the shorter male. V beckoned the eldest forwards, placing a tray cover with a deep red cloth into his obedient hands turning away from RM who slunk back into the shadows. An ominous air surrounded the ringleader as he reached out for the first of his many victims, removing the ebony umbrella that Jimin kept safe underneath the folds of material. A pained whimper left the mans lips as his 'happiness' was removed from his grasp. Jimin reached out for the lost item but the man quickly removed it, simply uttering two powerful words. "Its time."  

Edited by @itz_just_aidan (on Instagram)