Sheets of bleached darkness fell around him, engulfing him in a persistent plane of white. There was a certain type of silence here that lingered in the air. The kind of silence that was peacefully deadly. It drew you in, wrapping you up in a false sense of security as it whisked you away. Calm. Placid. Content. It was the kind of silence that came before battle; anticipation still hanging in the air, full of adrenaline.

That's what made the pain that ripped through Jungkook's body even more agonising. Soft whimpers left his lips as he called out for help. Hot stabs caressed his hips, coaxing out beads of maroon liquid from the traumatising scars that lay there; the small boy lay bleeding, staining the ground beneath him with his hot, red blood. Crimson began to spread across the floor, plastering itself against the never ending white. Ragged pants of breath left him as the pain increased. It was almost unbearable. A broken scream forced tears down his cheeks, crying out for help.

As if answering his calls six dark figures appeared out the the nothingness walking slowly towards him almost cautious of the bleeding boy. As they neared the darkness shrouding their faces melted away revealing his six brothers. Tears of relief and pain mixed together as he turned to gaze at each emotionless face. They were all together again. Yoongi with is bright mint hair, he missed that colour, it had suited him and that gummy smile he yearned to see once again, Namjoon sporting those wise features and reliable ears that would always listen to him when he needed, Hoseok and his beautiful bubbly smile that brightened anyone's day, Seokjin with his terrible dad jokes and Taehyung containing his weird yet lovable personality.

Then there was Jimin. His safe, protective arms practically begging him to wrap himself up in their comforting stability. Peeling himself off the floor with a pained groan, he began to do just that. To wrap himself up in the strong arms of his saviour and to finally feel at peace. Jungkook fell into the man's embrace,letting out a sigh of relief, ignoring the blood that still roamed his legs and hips. Tilting his head upwards the young boy attempted to meet Jimin's eyes again but was met with the stone cold-face of Taehyung cradling him in arms that had suddenly become uncomfortable. And just like that safety flew away...

Away with the fleeting safety flew the light. Restraining arms that trapped him dissolved throwing the poor boy back to the ground that now felt cold and unforgiving. A guttural scream threw itself from his lungs as the world exploded around him, throwing shards of colour and light into the inky black.

Alone.

He was alone again. Lost in yet another darkness, swallowed by more unknown dangers. Abandoned, alone, vulnerable.

Until six white masks appeared in the dark, piercing the murky black with studs of light, shining out through the chaos. Golden patterns danced their way along the colourless canvases, painting the soulless pieces with tales of pain and hardship. A seventh mask formed out of the glow, clutched in a pale hand. Breath was stolen from his lungs and words were killed in his throat. What was he expected to do? Was it his? Raising a shaking hand, the wounded boy placed his fingertips onto soft fabric, staining the pristine colour a criminal red.

BOOM.

Gasping for air, choking on his words, eyes heavy with unshed tears. Jungkook woke.

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Hi! Hopefully this chapter was okay.I'll be trying to update more from now on but it may take me a while. Anyways...

As always...

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