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"It's true.... I did that."

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At those five words Tae cries even harder, falling to his knees, his hands gripping the bottom of Jungkooks shirt. Subconsciously begging him to tell him is was a lie.

That he had actually not done that.

That everything was fine.

But that wasn't true.

And they both knew that.

Jungkook stood completely still.

He couldn't even bring himself to clutch his head which throbbed with pain.

He knew he had done those awful things.

He had purposefully starved the people of the village to keep them down and submissive.

He kept the egotistical rich richer, and the poor poorer.

Tens of people died everyday of malnutrition, the elements, and suicide due to conditions.

Jungkook was the cause of that.

So why couldn't he remember doing any of it?

All he remembered was the maniacal and hysterical laughter of his father cutting through the blackness, echoing in his head everytime he was awoken from his actions.

Jungkook was completely numb.

He couldn't breathe.

He couldn't cry.

He couldn't comfort the man he loved.

Jungkook was all too away of his emotions right now.

Remorse.

Guilt.

Hatred of himself.

And love.

A broken, horrid, devastating, crushing love for the wreck of the man on the ground, sobbing with every ounce of strength he had.

Jungkook moves finally, hands reaching down to pull the crying mess away from him.

He couldn't dare to look at Taehyung.

Jungkook- face devoid of any emotion- turns, and exits the room. Leaving a heaving Taehyung and an unconscious prisoner.

Jungkook quickly makes his way up the stairs and walks to his room.

He closes the door but forgets to lock it.

He reaches for the weapons rack hung decoratively on his wall.

He grabs his trusted dagger, serrated on both of the edges.

Irises void black, empty of anything other than abhorrence of himself.

He examines the dagger, obsidian blade glinting dangerously in the dim light of his room.

He lifts it to eye level, tilting his head carefully as he watches himself move.

He hears the familiar murmuring of his fathers voice in his ears.

Then everything goes black.

Mumbling...

Talking?

Screaming...

Crying, broken wailing.

A sound Jungkook was familiar with but it confused him why he was hearing it now.

He was also confused why he couldn't see anything.

Where was he?

What happened?

A rush of memories hits of the days events.

Then a wave of intense pain, spiraling up his body and crushing his chest.

Is he in water?

Why is everything wet?

Then an awful realization dawns on Jungkook...

The screaming was his own.

Light floods the ravenette's vision as his eyes fling open, still desperately screaming.

"JUNGKOOK." A voice shrieks.

Jungkook tries to turn his head to see the body that accompanied the voice, be he finds himself unable to move.

His retinas shake violently back and forth, being the only thing he has control over.

Finally the blurry image of his surroundings clears to see the faces of Seokjin, Namjoon, and of all people, Taehyung.

His mind reels wondering why they were here, why they were all so close, and why the hell Taehyung was anywhere near him after the days happenings.

He's panicking so much he forgets he's still screeching in misery, tears flooding his face.

He can only hear muffled, intense shouts from the three men above him.

Finally he feels he can move his neck, so ignoring the calls from the others he looks down at himself, now seeing he's on the floor.

And what he sees chills every bone in his body.

Blood, everywhere.

His clothes were completely soaked in it, a puddle of maroon shrouding his body and the ground before him.

His hands free themselves as his eyes frantically search for the cause of the agony.

As he moves a sharp jolt comes from a now visible wound, right in the middle of his stomach.

The laceration was at least half a foot long and as deep as it was wide.

His eyes widen as he catches sight of his dagger, laying a few feet away, also covered in the same wine colored liquid.

What the hell did I do? He wonders.

He turns his head to the ceiling and inadvertently catches Taehyung's eyes with his own.

He's still crying.

You made him cry again.

You're awful.

Just die.

And then once again, blackness enveloped his vision as his head clashed violently with the floor.

When he awakes again, vision comes back more freely, light clouding his eyes as he opens them.

Luckily, it seems feeling is more stubborn to return to him. The pain kept at bay for a moment or two.

Oh thank god, I'm dead.

He lifts a completely numb hand to try and shade the piercing white light from his strained eyes.

Hell is a lot brighter than I expected. He thinks to himself, fully knowing where he was to end up if he had died.

His eyes adjust and land on a familiar form.

Taehyung, hunched over in a large armchair in the corner of whatever room Jungkook was in.

Why is Taehyung in hell?

Anxiety grows in Jungkooks chest as a panic attack takes roots.

Did I kill Taehyung?

Jungkooks breathing becomes labored at this thought, remembering blood, his dagger, Taehyung's tears.

Oh god.... Jungkook you killed Taehyung.

You killed your love and then killed your-

"Ah... Jung..kook." The usually obnoxious voice of Seokjin splits through Jungkooks thoughts. Using the name carefully, as if it were completely foreign to him, which it was.

Jungkook twists his head violently to look at the eldest,

"Oh my god did I kill all of you?" He speaks, voice noticeably hoarse.

"What?" Jin says, eyebrows knit together in confusion.

At last Jungkook really takes in his environment, seeing the white walls, and the white beds sheets which covered the supportive bed. Wires and and IV attaching his forearm to a large machine and heart monitor.

He hears the soft and ever-constant beeping of the medical equipment and the agitated tapping of Jin's pencil on his clipboard.

His gaze softens painfully as he watches the small frame of Taehyung shift in his sleep from afar.

"Do you have any memory of the last week?" Jin says again.

"W...Week?" Jungkook says slowly, and Jin nods.

"I... I remember Taehyung coming to talk to me.. in the basement." He starts, wincing harshly at those memories.

"I remember leaving him there... and going to my room."

"Then I remember blood, lots of blood. And pain.... and darkness." He continues

"And my father..." Jungkook finishes quietly.

"Your father?" Jin questions, extremely confused as to why the head Sins was mentioning his deceased father.

"His voice... I mean." Jungkook explains, now rubbing his temples.

Jin sighs and sets whatever notes he was taking down, pulling up a stool.

"Jungkook I'm going to blunt about what happened okay?" He says after some thought.

"How do you know my name?" The head sins asks the brightly haired man, whose black roots are slowly replacing the dye.

"Taehyung informed us all after the incident." Jin says, pointedly using his pen to gesture to Jungkooks condition.

Jungkook stays quiet, knowing he has no right to be upset that Taehyung told them.

"So... to be direct, you stabbed yourself. Fairly agrresively. You punctures some major arteries and actually lacerated your stomach. Frankly speaking, you shouldn't be alive. But lucky for you you're the head Sin and we have access to the best medical technology in the world." Seokjin grabs his notepad again as he explains the "incident", going over his papers.

Jungkook nods, it's the only thing he can do.

He doesn't remember any of that.

It explains the blood though.

"Little did you probably know- because you never asked- I was fairly trained in doctoral medicine at a young age. You owe me. I wasn't very fond of the idea of saving you knowing the things you've kept from us." Jin says agitatedly.

"But someone insisted we keep you alive. And I happen to trust that person." The eldest sin finishes, tilting his head in the direction of a sleeping Taehyung.

Jungkooks eyes grow bigger as he takes in the "doctors" words.

Why would Taehyung want me alive?

If anything he should want to kill me.

Maybe he wanted me alive so he could kill me.

A soft mumble startled both males as they turn to see Taehyung stirring from sleep.

When the brunet opens his eyes and looks at an awake Jungkook his breath hitches slightly.

Jungkook doesn't know what to say.

Before anyone can say a single word Taehyung stands abruptly and storms out of the room, slamming the door insanely hard.

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