Seokjin's P. O. V.

Don't panic...you're not hurt..is this a shipping container?

I think so...kinda looks like a make-shift home. 

I roam around the limited space running my hands over everything my eyes fell on with fear clouding my head, I tried hitting at the sealed dark glass windows and of course the only thing that looks something like a door is locked from the outside. I rummage through the overhead shelves only to find a truck load of ramen, cereals and bags of snacks stuffed haphazardly, there was a couch in the middle where a crumpled blanket stayed making me deduce that whoever had brought me here had slept there.

Seems like someone actually lives here

Next I head to the closet standing right in front of the couch only to find it locked. There's no sign of my phone, there's no laptop or any devices so as to help me contact someone. Apprehension grew in my heart, I felt feverish and my breath sputtered abruptly as a million fears pricked at my head.

You knew this could happen, didn't you? You knew and yet you wanted to risk it. You think Axel is easy to meddle with? You knew they would catch you eventually.

But why here, what is this place anyway? I'm not hurt, not even cuffed or caged. Whatever this place is, it doesn't look dangerous per se, more like a hiding place but...what if...what if whoever brought me here is psychotic?
What if they want to torture me? Oh God! Will they kill me and sell my organs? But if they wanted they could have done that already...what if...if they try to rape me or..or put me up for human-trafficking?

Terror like a tsunami broke over me as I felt suffocated in the little space, hitting at the windows and the door with double strength, wishing that someone would come to help.

Funny how the first face that popped up in my head was Taehyung's.

I wanted to believe I could help him out of this, but he broke my faith. He lied to me!

Everyone had warned me about this, Kook was right, I am such a fool, pathetic, stupid and naive!

I slumped down on the couch as tears threatened to spill out.

Who am I kidding, I knew this would happen, I knew and yet...

Tears trickled down as I remembered how I had stupidly wanted to run to him when I saw those people hurt him, how I had yearned to help, how I wish that everything is just a bad dream, a fabrication of my artful brain and I'd open my eyes soon to see him sleeping peacefully by my side, with his messy dark hair and slightly parted soft lips, his warmth pressed on me as he smothers his affection on my lips.

Oh the way his eyes twinkle when he looks at me with so much need...the way his lips curve and I know what he is trying to speak...the poetry his every touch leaves on my skin...

My eyes fix on the floor as my mind shuffled through a helix of our impassioned moments, my body losing itself in the waves of our pooling lust as he lapped at the burning need oozing out of me. An avalanche of desires reaching out to engulf my soul, crawling his way to seize onto me and spreading himself out in my blood like an everlasting thirst, colouring me in his dark hues and I, basking in his flares.

I knew and yet I gave in, I had no power to resist him, how could I when all I saw in his eyes were vast pools of pain, heard only his wails for a bit of love, for a bit of care?

But I would never call it pity, his blood-stained hands wouldn't let me pity him anyway and yet I would let those same hands pleasure me, and all that blood could be mine and I wouldn't mind.

Perhaps this is madness and I'm giving in to the shackles of my own doom but it is true that I love him, with all his flaws and all his glory, and I don't know a way to un-love him.

He will come looking for me right?

Hours pass as I watch the dark glasses on the windows turn from purple to charcoal. My stomach has been growling for awhile, almost tempted to have some ramen or grab a pack of those shrimp chips I had found earlier but my fears won't let me move a step.

What felt like a long hour later I realized that I can't withstand my growling stomach any more, but the moment I got up my ears caught a click at the door.

Instinct bid me to attack, to fight my way out of here and finding nothing solid I grab at the scrunched up blanket as I rushed for the door. My heart boomed as my eyes caught sight of the slit of darkness as the door opened, which was instantly obscured by a figure in baggy black clothes and timberlands.

Without thinking I pounced on him, we stumbled back onto pitch black darkness outside to hit the ground with a thud as I try to suffocate him, but the fucker is strong and I realize I won't be able to hold him down for long. Kicking him back I try to scramble away, choosing the dark unknown surroundings over being locked in the container again. My mind chanting incessantly to run away, to find a way to safety, to scream for help.

But as soon as I pick myself up to break off into a run a hand grabs at my ankle and I am pulled back down to the ground. I groaned and fought breathlessly as the man pressed his weight on me, clutching my hands and holding me down rigidly.

I rolled about struggling to shove him off of me but froze seeing him peek at me from under his hoodie "stop, it's just me", a bolt impaled my lungs as I recognized the voice.

"K-Kook?"

"I'm going to let go, don't run" his voice was stern as he spoke with a hard face "trust me you're safer here" and I caught a glimpse of that dormant rage in his eyes.

He slowly let his grip loose and stood up, pulling me up along with him as my mind stayed swamped with confusion and a million questions.

He walked me back to the container and suddenly I felt an odd uneasiness set in, and a feeling of fear crept up.

"What is going on? Did you bring me here? What is this place?"

"Did you eat?" He said keeping his back to me.

"You drugged me?"

"Welcome to my home Jin"

"Did you follow me there?"

"You'd be dead if I hadn't" I have rarely seen him this cold, ice lacing his words.

"Why am I here? How could you drug me?!"

"I did what I had to" his hands worked monotonously as he poured milk and fruit loops in a bowl "eat".

My teeth grit at how much of a moron Kook was suddenly being to me and crossed my arms not accepting the bowl. His jaw tightened and he grabbed at my wrist bringing my hand out of the stiff coil as he dragged me to the couch and pushed the bowl in my hand.

"You've been your fair share of stupid, so just stop now"

He reached to his back pocket and pulled out a bunch of pictures, slapping those on the low table before walking away. I stood dumbfounded as I stared at his back fearful to look at the images.

"You must have gotten your answer by now" he uncorked a bottle and drank from it still keeping his back to me as my gaze shifted to the images sprawled in front of me.

The testing lab in flames, the bold headlines declaring how Axel's newest assassin has brutally razed the place to dust with about fifty casualties, a similar picture of a masked Taehyung traced at one wing at the lab and accused for the disappearance of the warheads from the compound, which only prophecies greater catastrophe at the hands of Axel in future.

My stomach churns as I try to gulp down a sob, "There! Do you see him keep his promise!" Kook slams his hand on the table making me jump in shock.

I couldn't control the tears rolling down my cheeks, I'm so confused, I don't know what to see, what to do, whom to trust, I just want all of this to end! I can't take this anymore!

# Warning: Violence and blood ahead!

A loud shot at the door of the container caught our attention and I felt so powerless as an unwilling whimper left my lips, the door opened with a roar and my heart stopped watching an enraged murderous Taehyung burst in aiming his gun at Kook.

Before I could even blink a shot echoed a second time and I heard myself scream as Kook stumbled back, streaks of red spilled out of the creases between his fingers as he clutched his shoulder.

Fear looked me in the eye and I pulled myself further into the couch, my breath catching as I wrapped my arms around and watched Taehyung March towards Kook, he pulled him up and threw him against the closet. Balling his fists he hit Kook without mercy as I cried harder, telling my stupid weak brain to do something!

I don't like this...I can't...I'm scared...

I watched Kook fight back, jabbing his elbow at Taehyung's jaw and kicked him back which made the latter stumble across the table right in front of me.

I flinched away further as his dark eyes set on mine and at the moment all I saw was immeasurable rage burning in him while his gaze threatened me to stay put.

He straightened and sprang back on Kook who wailed as Taehyung threw a punch at his wounded shoulder "it's time for payback" his knee met Kook's gut next making the other groan and spurt curses as Tae kneed at his chin sending him back to hit at the closet with full force "after everything you took away from me how dare you drag him into this!!"

"Me? Blame yourself Taehyung! You knew they will use what you love against you and yet you didn't care!! I never revealed any information about him to them!" Kook spat, angrily gritting his teeth against the pain.

"S-stop.." I grab Taehyung's hands as he grabs back at a Kook "Tae...s-stop".

"You know nothing! He's a spy! He's been fooling all of us! This fucker deserves to die!"

I grabbed at him unthinkingly trying to stop him "please Tae, stop. You're too angry, he's bleeding"

"He's bleeding?! You want me to care about him bleeding?" Taehyung has gone mad, his eyes scare me right now, too bloodthirsty and angry.

"He is not what you think Jin, he put you up to follow me, didn't he? So that he could kidnap you! He killed Minho! He and his gang killed all of them!!"

I can see he is going into a fit of enrage, his breath fuming unnaturally high "he shot Young-Jae right here!" He yelled pressing a finger on his forehead and I saw tears gather in his eyes "I watched my brother bleed to death Jin! I held his burnt bleeding body in my arms" tears rolled down his eyes as he watched his hands as if he was still holding him there. "BamBam was so scared and yet, he just...just.." he grabbed at a disoriented Kook again. "Tell me you don't deserve to die you son of a bitch!!"

"You chose to play, I was never given a chance" Kook groaned out "because if I was, I'd stay away". His eyes cleared a bit as he looked back at Taehyung "and about him following you, I only gave him what I believe he deserved to know. You wouldn't need to worry if you don't call yourself a murderer for all the orders you have followed?"

I saw Tae still at the words but in the next second pushed the other back into the wall as anger swirled in his eyes again "you don't know anything, so stop talking".

"Oh but I do" Kook's chuckle is almost cynical and I watch his gaze momentarily flicker to me before going back to Tae "they succeeded in making a criminal out of you, didn't they?"

Tae punched him square in the face as his eyes went wide and he looked out of control.

I cannot process anymore, my mind is too close to shutting down, all this is too much for me!

"Wh-what are...Y-you mean? He...what?"

Kook wrestled as Taehyung held him back pinned to the wall "You love playing innocent don't you? You're worse than me you know, I have a reason for doing this, but you!? You don't even have a conscience! You killed them in cold blood! You've been doing everything to get your way, and you still think you're nothing like your father?!"

"Don't!" Kook roared, fire as well as tears brewing in his eyes.

Kook grabbed back at Tae trying to shove him off as they glared at each other "you'll only put him at greater risk Taehyung" he huffs breathlessly "you've done more than enough to make him a target...don't"

"You should have killed me that night at the dockyard" Taehyung's voice is pure poison "because I am not someone who forgets ....or forgives".

I was too engrossed in his words to react when Tae punched back at the wound making Kook stumble and scream, he twisted his bloody arm until a vivid crack was heard which snapped me out of my frozen state.

"Tae! Stop!" I used all my strength to pull him away as Kook slumped to the floor and I hurried to his side to put pressure on the wound "where's your phone Kook? We need to call in for emergency".

Taehyung snorts "sure, let's call in for help, even murderers need to be cared for right?"

So many emotions tumbled forth that it became difficult to feel but before I could say anything I felt his grip on my arm as he dragged me up and away from an almost unconscious Kook. I try to free myself being awfully angry and confused and hurt, I fight but feel more ashamed as weak whimpers are the only sounds that leave my mouth as his grip becomes punishingly tight.  I flinch at his cold hard stare as his nostrils flare and his mouth is pressed into a tight line.

I don't like this Taehyung, he makes me feel cornered.

I keep fighting him as he yanks me towards the door and can only weakly look back to see Kook's pale form slip into unconsciousness "h-he might d-die Tae, p-please call for h-help" I sniffled to realize I hadn't stopped crying all this while.

He doesn't answer me as he drags me through the dark clearing, my steps repeatedly faltering behind him as I try to brave against everything going around me.

"Get in" "Please, you promised you won't kill anymore" I try again as he rigidly holds the car door open for me.

"Get in!!" He yells at my face still fuming from the earlier scuffle. "No! Spy or murderer or whatever, I can't leave him to die here! I'm not like you!"

He picks me up and shoves me inside the car, fastening the seat belt not talking to me anymore and I try to shuffle out agitated with him being like this to me.

"Jin" his voice sounds like a rumbling of thunder "this isn't a good time to mess with me".

I freeze as a shiver runs down my spine at the wrath in his voice.

He shuts the door and my eyes follow him as he walks to the other side and slips into the driver seat, paying no heed to me whatsoever.

I sit watching him, waiting for him to give me some reaction, something, anything but he doesn't even look at me.

"You are a liar. I will never trust you again."

He stiffens at my words but still won't talk.

"You don't lie to the person you love" I mumbled angrily as I tore my gaze away to stare at the shadows outside. My lips quivered trying to suppress the sobs "you won't tell me anything and you want me to help you?!"

I strain to hear but still nothing, minutes pass and I deny to look at him, assessing continuously whether I should beg again fearing Kook's situation.

"Taehyung, I understand whatever he has done is unfor-" "No you don't understand" he cuts me off decidedly "I won't be fucking satisfied even if I tear them apart limb by limb!"

I flinch back into my seat at his thunderous growl, feebly pressing my eyes together at his outbreak.

This is bad, really bad, how do I help him through this if all I feel is fear?

Just when I had given up all hope and sat powerlessly weeping thinking about what Kook must be going through, I felt a soft press on my thigh and instantly turned to see him place his phone there "put in Hoseok's number".

I waste no time to put the number and hit call but he snatches the phone away as I put it to my ear.

"Don't talk"

I wait impatiently as I hear the faint rings before Hobi's voice fills in.

"The scrap yard west of the old mill outside the city, take the dust trail that heads to the river. You'll find a container. Jungkook will answer to your questions, that is, if you can reach him before he bleeds out."

He shoves the phone in his pocket as I watched him blankly, questioning inwardly how this is the same person whose touch feels like a balm on the burns of my fears, whose mouth tastes like a blissful elixir of hopeful dreams and every time his arms hold me or he confesses his love for me I hear a thousand promises echo.

"Will you still not tell me what's going on?"

I am starting to recognize the area now and I can tell we're heading to my apartment building.

"You said he's a spy. Is Kook one of them? I need answers Tae, please, did he really k-kill...But he..he wouldn't.." I feel like all that I believed in, everything is crumbling around me and this man won't even talk to me "talk will you! I need to know!"

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