Grunts, groans, and even a few shrieks escaped the closed door. The children sitting in a circle like they were meeting in some kind of cult pretended not to hear a single thing while the outsider would glance to the door every so often with worry. About an hour of being with the children playing the same game, Jimin had ended up with a little boy asleep on his lap and no news of his lover's state. 

"I got two fives."

"Bullshit."

Two cards with the number five were flipped on the deck which left one competitor with a smile and the other with a frown. The game continued on with almost no excitement except from the much younger kids. The sun had gone down so they sat in a room with only the light of a dying lamp. 

"What time do you guys go to sleep?" Jimin asked softly as the chatter had quiet so he could hear more of Yoongi's pain filled sounds. 

The boy besides him shrugged. "Well given it's a random day in the week then I'd say anytime we want."

Everyone let out small laughter. 

"So no one looks after you? You do whatever you want?"

Some of the children shrunk back as he looked to them for an answer. A girl in the corner shook her head. 

"Not exactly, no. Most of the caregiver's don't care. Only eight ball, but no body's seen him in some time. We think he might have died."

"Oh you!" The brunette besides her pushed her harshly. "In some alternate reality would Eight Ball let himself be dead. He's alive and well... somewhere. He's alive...guys! He's alive! Why is nobody agreeing!?"

All the children looked to her pitiful while some put their heads down. The girl lost her cool as she stood in anger, threw her cards, and stormed out. Eyes seemed to follow her, but she became irrelevant after someone else took her spot in the game. 

"Whose Eight Ball?" Jimin asked curiously. 

"Eight Ball was probably the cutest among these uglies."

Shouts of defense broke out at the comment made by Trillian. She stood with gloves covered in blood motioning for Jimin to come in. He put the child resting on him on someone else before excusing himself from the children. The door was shut as soon as he stepped through by the girl who had replaced him. 

On the bed laid Yoongi with his stomach still on the bed. His back showcased his new wounds that had been stitched up by thread and needle. All throughout his back there was closure that was for sure to turn into scars. 

"Did you find it?" Jimin asked as he put his hand on his sleeping lover's head. 

Trillian nodded. "It was hard, but I did. Those bastards had hid that little chip where his tattoo was."

In the bloody glove was the tiniest chip. 

"We gotta destroy it..." Yoongi muttered. "Let's burn it."

Jimin bent down so that they were at eye level. He pet his head as he also pushed it back down against the mattress. He advice him to rest while he took care of that part, he had already done enough. They left the wounded man to rest so that they could do something about the chip outside. 

"We can shoot it if you want." Trillian suggested. "One of the kid's got good aim."

"No..." Jimin sighed. "It's too small. I say we crush it, but not here. If we do it here it'll send a signal to Dr.Dean and headquarters's computer. We have to rid of it somewhere else."

The keys to Yoongi's car were taken from the bedside where he put them. In the car two along with the chip road to a river. They walked to where the current was strongest. Trillian had suggested the place because even she wasn't sure where it led to. They dropped the chip in the river and hoped that the next people to find it would not find them. 

"So what now?" Trillian asked. 

Jimin didn't know. In fact he hadn't thought about what came next. He looked at her which said it all. 

"You agreed to be at that crazy's side yet you don't know what's next?" She asked in amazement. "You do realize you can't go back to your old life right!? They'll withhold you too!"

The doctor shook his head. They wouldn't do that, they couldn't do that to him. 

"You better be shaking your head as in 'No, I don't know what's next' and not 'No, they won't with hold me' because if that's what you're say no to then pretty boy I got some scary new for ya."

All the sudden Trillian appeared to have awoken her lazy movements. She put one hand on Jimin's shoulder and the other on her hip as she awaited to hear what he had to say. Unsure of how to even react, Jimin stayed blank. She really didn't like that. 

"You know there's plenty of people out there like Yoongi. There are many people who have done worse than him. People who truly have done evil in the oddest ways yet they roam free or are withheld in places that don't go digging through their brain. What makes you think you're safe, doctor?"

Jimin believed that the last word she said and emphasized saved him. He wasn't Mr.Park, he was Dr.Park. He did think that was what saved him from having his brain scattered and dug through. They wouldn't do to him what they did to Yoongi...right?

"You're not safe, Jimin." Trillian said then began her way back to the car. 

The trip back consisted of the woman humming along to the music from the radio while the man stayed distracted by him own thoughts. He stayed pondering on what she had said. Did she really believe that his  was not enough status to keep him safe from such a horrific place? Jimin knew what that place was, he worked for the people who ran it so he did not bother lying to himself. Those people are cruel, merciless. They hide away in places one would think a prison, but really it was worse than that. Some people in there would never even have ended up in a prison. One because they'd be too smart to let themselves be put in one, for instances Yoongi. Second some of those people were never in any way bad, they were just different. Different doesn't mean criminal. 

How the doctor had gotten himself mixed up in with such dangerous people was no mystery in his brain. He was not one to let things after so long be blurry. It was his own craving for power that got him there, just like some of the other bad place in his life. A relationship that should have been restricted to the bed went further and landed him in a facility that smirked at his ability like a villain. 

They took in people they found interesting enough to dig in their brain. They recruited people like Jimin to be the scavengers to play with the victims like dolls attached to strings. The patients were the puppets while the doctors their puppet masters. They played such different parts yet looking at them closely, they really weren't all that different. 

It was then that Jimin realized it, he wasn't safe. 

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Hoseok really needs to release more songs like 1VERSE...just sayin

Hope you enjoyed! 

{Ciel1l}