this is my favourite concept for jin and one of the best things i've written! please enjoy ;)

BRING ME BACK

- in which you get kidnapped by a rival gang and tortured for answers until jin comes and saves you, his heart breaking upon realising that you're not the same; will he be able to bring the old you back?

"You're trembling," Jin whispers, his hot breath fanning the tip of your ear as you allow your gaze to slip from the shadowed building in front of you to the hand that holds up your browning automatic rifle, cursing under your breath when you notice that you are, in fact, trembling.

Now, you could easily just say it's from the cold but then Jin would figure out that you're lying to him the minute those words fall from your lips.

The truth is; you're nervous and being nervous in the game that you're playing is fatal.

Gently, Jin tilts your chin up with his index finger, purposefully redirecting your attention to the house while his hand is off his gun. You gulp, your breath hitching in your throat as Jin begins to rub his hand up and down your arm in a soothing motion, his fingers running over the patch melted onto your jacket.

The thought of the patch alone reminds you of your purpose and the reason why you've been squatting behind crates with your gun aimed towards the front door of an old house for the past three hours.

Nodding to let Jin know that you're okay, you slip your hand back under the rifle and keep your finger hovering over the trigger, determined to do Jin and your boss proud.

"Good girl," Jin praises huskily, nudging your shoulder carefully as he returns his hand to his own rifle, studying the surroundings of the house with his calculating eyes. "You see anything?"

"No," you whisper back, choosing to ignore the way your cheeks heat up in response to his praise. "Didn't Namjoon say they'd be out soon?"

Hesitantly, you flick your gaze to Jin, subtly admiring the way the moonlight hugs the curves of his face while simultaneously worrying about whether or not this mission will be a success. As if he can feel your gaze on him, he turns his head to meet yours with his honey brown eyes, his orbs swimming with golden flecks of reassurance and adrenaline.

Almost instantly, you find the tension in your shoulders loosening, your breathing beginning to even out considerably.

"It'll be okay, sweetheart," he coaxes, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead before motioning for you to stay focused with a tilt of his head. "Joon said he's coming around with the other guys for an ambush. All we have to do is wait here and shoot anyone that runs."

You nod once more, putting all your trust in both Jin and Namjoon, praying that everything from here runs smoothly.

Gangs have rampaged the streets of Seoul since you were merely a child, terrorising families and damaging towns all to get revenge on one another. However, since that time, many of those gangs have been destroyed by fear, murder, betrayal and violence, leaving all but two gangs to battle it out until only one reigns supreme.

Now, it wasn't always your dream to join a gang. Instead, you dreamt of owning your own bakery and whisking up some of the greatest dessert creations ever known to man.

Only, your foolish decision to follow the sounds of screaming down into an alley shattered that dream into a million fragmented pieces.

There, in that alley, lay Namjoon, the gang leader of Bangtan Soyeondan, screaming for help while someone standing above him repeatedly kicked at his side; the unmistakable gold lettering of The Guardians glistening brightly underneath the dim light the dodgy street light provided you with.

Of course, you panicked, grabbing the lid of an old garbage can to your side. It was at this time that Namjoon met your gaze, the lack of life in his gorgeously wise eyes spurring you on to save him.

You snuck up behind the man ruthlessly kicking into Namjoon's side, showing no sign of hesitation as you swung the lid to hit him dangerously hard on the back of the head. He fell with a loud groan, Namjoon wasting no time in pushing himself to stand with his own groan of pain and grabbing onto your hand weakly, pulling something that suspiciously looked like a gun out of his back pocket.

Your suspicions were confirmed when he shot at the guy on the cement, sighing in relief when the man did nothing more than exhale and fall limp onto the damp ground.

And then he turned to you, teeth stained red with blood as he offered you a smile of gratitude and relief.

Still in shock, you didn't even question it when he gave your trembling hand a light squeeze, asking if you'd be willing to walk him back to his van so that he can be treated and you can get the explanation you deserve.

Upon arriving at the van, the pair of you were swarmed by concerned men, all of them fussing over Namjoon as they ignored your presence. Well, all except one did.

You remember the way Jin's eyes hardened when he first met your gaze, his overall demeanour telling you that you weren't welcome. You had felt intimidated by him and dropped your gaze until Namjoon brought it back up again with a heaving cough; the man with the cold eyes rushing to usher him inside the van.

"Take care of her," he muttered as he hoisted both himself and Namjoon into the back. Without dwelling on the tone of his voice, you knew exactly what he meant, gulping in fear as the five remaining boys closed in on you.

"Stop," Namjoon had croaked, looking at Jin in alarm. "She saved my life."

"She—what?" Jin sputtered in disbelief, glaring at you with his eyebrows furrowed. It was at that moment that you knew things weren't going to go back to normal for you; Namjoon's nod a sure sign of that.

"She is the reason why I'm here now so she stays. We could use someone with balls like hers," Namjoon finished, his authoritative tone indicating an end to the discussion. You had sighed in relief and accepted the hand that Jin had held out for you to climb on board, his smile grim as he uttered words that you will carry with you to your grave:

"We may not know you but you saved our brother and that makes you family. In a family like ours, we tell no lies and leave no man behind. Go behind our backs or purposefully put one of us in danger and I'll personally slit your throat. However, you'll always be safe with us."

What you hadn't known was that the other man in the alley that night was the leader of The Guardians; his sole purpose for hunting Namjoon down being to kill him and ultimately take the superior gang title. Only, he died before it became a possibility, angering The Guardians to the point where they didn't even want the title anymore.

They just wanted you and the rest of the boys dead.

And, of course, they've made that very clear. From surprise ambushes to planned bombings, the men of that gang have tried everything to destroy the eight of you but nothing seems to be working.

Unluckily for them, in between all these failed attempts, Namjoon had been planning something of his own; something that was bound to get rid of them once and for all.

And that plan starts at this safe house in the middle of nowhere.

"Is that them?" You hiss, cocking your head to the left where the stealthy shadows of six boys move fluidly through the darkness, making it to the house with no problems. Jin follows your line of vision and nods, tightening his grip on his gun with a sinister smile.

You can't return his excitement, your lips tugging into a frown when dread replaces the adrenaline coursing through your veins and twists your stomach, your movements panicked as you turn to scan your surroundings.

"What the hell are you doing? Stay on guard," Jin scolds, blindly reaching out for your hand in hopes of comforting you. Only, you latch onto it before he can make the move, your nails digging into his skin.

"Something's not right, Jin," you breathlessly explain. "They shouldn't have gotten in so easily. They're planning somethi—"

A bullet flies past your head and hits the rusty metal of an old car a few meters ahead of you; your eyes wide as Jin wastes no time in shoving you to the dirt and picking up his gun, firing off shots in the general direction of where the first one came from.

"Fucking bastards," he curses furiously, grinning victoriously when he hears the familiar thud of a body hitting the ground. You ready your rifle, aiming it towards a bunch of bushes that seem to move a lot more than the soft breeze should be making them, firing your shots with careful precision, feeling proud when you see two bodies fall to the ground.

More shots ring out from behind you, your movements quick as you aim your rifle towards the old house, panicking when windows shatter and walls get punctured with holes from bullets.

They're all in there, I need to help.

Gritting your teeth, you crawl towards Jin and pull out the handgun from his back pocket, tapping his thigh with the hilt of your rifle. Barring sparing you a glance, he hikes your rifle up onto his shoulder and begins pulling the trigger on that one, firing double the bullets at double the speed.

"I'm heading to the house. I think the guys need help," you explain with a breathless huff, your hands slowly beginning to tremble again. Biting at your lip, you will them to stop as Jin angles his head towards you for a brief second.

"Be careful," is all he says before going back to focusing on his shots, the concern in his tone enough to make your heart flutter with the desire to stay by his side. Shaking those thoughts away, you make a run for the old car, panting as you press your back to the cool metal and pop out from the sides to take a few warning shots before sprinting towards the front door, gulping when you see that it's already wide open.

A shot hits the wall to your right, your posture straightening as you aim your gun in the direction of the noise, lips pressed into a thin line of determination. You keep your breathing steady and listen out for any more noises, the particular voice of a man not too far away catching your attention.

"We cleared the house," Namjoon grunts, most likely ducking to avoid being hit with a bullet while Jin takes care of the very few shooters that hide between the tall blades of grass. "Where's Y/N?"

Wait, they should be here! Why aren't they here? Fuck.

"She went to go look for you guys," Jin growls, the way his sentence rambles out a huge sign of his panic. You gulp and stare into the dark house with fear, hoping that if you just make a run for it, you'll be safe in Jin's arms within a few seconds.

A hand snakes across the front of your waist, pressing you to lean chest. Another hand flattens across your mouth, the hot breath of the person touching you burning your cheek.

"Look what we have here," he sneers, tightening his grip on your jaw as you let out a soft whine of discomfort. "Such a pretty lady. Now, be a good girl and stay quiet, okay?"

You growl and try to kick back, arching your back in the process. He rolls his eyes at your futile efforts and swings the arms around your waist up then back down into your stomach, catching you as you double over.

He secures his hold on you and begins walking you silently to a van hidden behind the house, your thoughts a blur as you wonder how no-one saw this here. However, to get to the van, you have to pass behind the metal car where all seven boys currently stand, assuring Jin that you're fine.

Gritting your teeth, you start screaming at the top of your lungs as you begin to pass the car, your tears hot as your kidnapper attempts to silence you by pulling at your hair. He then curses under his breath and hefts you over his shoulder, breaking out into a jog. Now with your mouth free, you scream again, crying in relief when Jin looks over in your direction, his actions panicked as he and a few of the other guys that looked over start sprinting towards you.

He's so close! It'll be over soon.

But then a group of men standing by the van create a wall in front of the boys, their guns held up and aimed at each one of their heads. You cry harder, flicking your gaze from Jin—his cheeks glistening with tears of his own—to the man beside you who accepts a rag from someone inside the van.

"Don't worry, princess," Jin yells from over the wall, his eyes flaring with a fire so strong and filled with so much rage that it reassures you in some way. "I'll come and get you in no time."

You're about to answer but the rag is pressed against your face as shots ring out and your vision fades, body falling limp in the back of somebody else's van.

*

Your head lolls to the side, mouth tasting of dry blood and desperation as the salty tinge in the stale air around you burns through your lungs much like a flame would in the middle of a dry forest.

It's a struggle to even keep your eyes open; each second that passes a second closer to your inevitable death.

In these rare moments of isolation, your thoughts wander to various topics that trouble you in a way that makes your stomach twist and churn in unnatural ways and your head throb unbearably.

Many of your thoughts revolve around the confined room that you while away your hours—days? Months? It's been so disorientating that you've even lost count—in. While spacious in size, the room seems to gradually close in on you, the knowledge of this slowly beginning to suffocate you. Of course, there are no windows so the only fresh air you receive is from the slight breeze that opening and closing the small door in front of you creates.

However, occasionally, your thoughts send you to a place of hope. A place where you envision Jin and the boys you call your family staying up all night in search of you, their movements frantic as they begin to devise a plan to save you, the worry in their eyes making your heart swell.

The warmth that the hope gives you is nice, your lips lifting up into a soft smile each time it blossoms within you.

By relishing in that warmth, you somehow manage to block out the angry voice of a part of you that believes that they've forgotten you; that they've given up on trying to bring you back.

But that's impossible because Jin said so himself; they leave no-one behind.

You repeat this to yourself as the door creaks open, your body leaning forward eagerly as the cool air kisses your bruised skin gently before flitting away, leaving you craving more.

A man that you've come to know very well walks into the room leisurely, tossing a leather whip in between his hands with a sinister smile. You shudder at the sight of it, every cut, bruise and gash on your body slowly beginning to throb at the knowledge of there being more pain to come.

Unsurprisingly, The Guardians' main reason for abducting you was to get answers out of you. Of course, these answers that they require all have to do with Namjoon's plan on wiping their gang out which are obviously answers that you can't give up.

So the minute they told you the reason why you were knocked out and driven to some remote bunker in the middle of nowhere, you had sworn on your life that you would never utter a word to them.

They had not taken your declaration lightheartedly and opted for chaining you up and torturing you until you finally decide to spill everything.

Unfortunately for both them and you, that time hasn't come yet.

"Alright, sweetheart," the man croaks out, tracing a sickeningly slow line down your arm with his fingertip as you growl menacingly at him. "I'll ask you again since the last time you passed out before I could get an answer."

You smirk at him, the challenge reflecting in your smile and glistening in your otherwise lifeless eyes enough to slowly begin to anger him.

"I want the details of this plan I've heard everyone else talk so highly of," he smoothly explains, chuckling a little when your smirks falters for only a few heartbeats as you immediately recall what plan they're so interested in.

The one that will destroy them.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, your throat too dry to emit any other sound. "I don't know anything."

"I figured you'd say that," the man creepily snickers, manoeuvring himself so that's he's positioned behind you. You furrow your brows together in confusion, spotting the man lift up the whip from the corner of your eye.

It hits the skin of your back with an almost deafening crack; the scream that follows shrill and blood-curdling as tears sting your eyes not nearly as much the hot red mark on your back does.

"Answer me," he sneers, threateningly raising the whip as if to scare you. You choke out a laugh, quite possibly looking insane as you shake your head in disbelief as if to say that you've been through a lot worse. However, you laugh to cover up the fear that shudders through you and turns your blood cold.

You laugh because if you don't force yourself to appear to be strong, you'll end up caving in and betraying the people that you love so dearly.

Be strong, Y/N. I'm coming to get you soon, I promise.

You slow your laughing down into a few giggles, feeling a little more energised after hearing the voice of Jin inside your head, his promise of coming to get you filling you up with an addictive spread of warm hope.

The man shrugs nonchalantly and sends the whip down onto your back yet again, wincing when you scream louder than you did before; your vision blurring and lungs aching with a need for air.

This process repeats until you feel numb to the stinging sensation that the whip leaves behind; your movements limp and slow as he halts his whipping at the sound of the speaker clicking on.

"We have a fucking code red," a rather panicked sounding man yells, your head lifting up to stare at the speaker with wide eyes. "They've found her."

The man turns to glare at you, your smile weak as he curses profusely and leaves the room, mumbling something about making sure that they don't get to you. However, you pay his words no mind, knowing very well that Jin won't stop at anything to make sure that you're back with him.

The thought alone makes your heart swell, the hope within you intensifying to the point where you can feel yourself finally starting to relax; your eyes begging to be allowed to shut while your wrists that tug restlessly against the chains now give up, your body sagging to the cool cement.

Deciding that there's no harm in doing so, you close your eyes and rest your head on your forearms.

You find yourself taking in laboured breaths, that being your poor attempt at trying to soothe the scalding pain the shudders through you with every movement.

Everything hurts. It hurts so much.

You've been trapped in this room for so long; long enough for you to start considering it your hell. While trapped in this room, you've been whipped, punched, kicked, slapped, burnt, fondled and scarred; both mentally and physically.

But you're still alive.

You're hungry, thirsty, scared and tired, so, so tired.

The fact that you're being rescued by the men who have had your back since that fateful night and have sworn to always protect you should be relieving, heartwarming—hell, you should be crying at the knowledge of what these boys have just saved you from.

And yet, you feel nothing.

Instead, you possess a numbing emptiness that evens your breathing out and soothes your racing heart down to a slow and rhythmic pace; the dull sound of it in your ears gradually lulling you into a dreamless state of sleep.

Only, the momentary feeling of peace is disrupted the minute someone starts kicking loudly at the door, your body trembling as you do your best to push yourself into the corner to hide, the chains still attached to your wrists making it a little hard.

"Y/N?" You hear a voice yell in panic and sheer worry, your sobs uncontrollable as you continuously yell out his name as if he will disappear if you don't remind the universe that he is actually here for you.

"Fucking hell," he chokes out, wasting no time in crouching down by your shaking figure, his eyes bloodshot and cheeks stained with tears of relief, worry, fear and anger.

And then he reaches out, the tips of his fingers ghosting over the ugly bruise painted onto your once clean skin.

You want to shy away from his touch, knowing very well that it may burn you in a way that you find addictive and terrifying at the same time.

Yet you find yourself leaning into it; deciding to push aside your body and mind's wish to stay untouched.

You crawl into his embrace with a heart breaking sob, his movements shaky as he allows his arms to hover over you before gently resting against your back. You hiss as his palm presses into the mark that the whip left behind but still, you don't dare allow yourself to pull away.

"I'm so sorry," he cries, voice barely above a whisper as he allows his fingers to sift through your hair slowly, afraid that you may shatter in his hold. "You're safe now, okay? Gonna be so safe from now on."

Of course, he's no blind man.

Your injuries stand out to him like the colour red in a sea of all black. He hates himself for allowing them to hurt you so deeply and render you defenceless.

And yet, he knows he'll hate himself more if he doesn't make them pay for what they've done.

"C'mon, love," he whispers gently, pulling away to caress your cheek, eyes watering once more when you flinch away. "Let's get you to the van."

You nod, your body only having enough energy to do just that and let him cradle you to his warm chest, your teeth sinking into the skin of your bottom lip in an attempt to suppress your groans and cries of pain.

But Jin can still feel the way you shake in his arms and the way you flinch each time he runs his fingers over the bright red whip marks on your bare back, his thoughts troubled by the knowledge that there's no way things are going to go back to normal from here. Hell, there's no way that you're going to go back to normal.

And it's all because of those bastards.

They're fucking dead. Every single one of them.

Luckily, the walk to the van is one without interruptions. However, you still keep your eyes tightly shut, hands clenched into tight fists around the loose material of Jin's shirt. He doesn't seem to mind, his main focus being to reassure you with the sweetest of nothings.

So when you hear the sounds of male voices, you whimper and bury your face into Jin's chest in the hopes that he continues to protect you.

"Shh," he coos lullingly, "It's only Yoongi and Jimin. They're not going to hurt you."

And so you nod, lifting your head up off his chest to see the two men staring down at you with looks of concern and mild rage.

"Take care of her," Jin orders, effortlessly lifting himself into the van to lay you down on the seats, offering you a soft smile before turning to them. "They injured her pretty bad but be gentle when you touch her."

Yoongi nods solemnly, heading to grab his first aid kit while Jimin just stares down at you with tears in his eyes.

"Jimin, I mean it," Jin calmly mumbles, placing his hand comfortingly on the younger's shoulder. "Take care of her for me."

Offering Jin a nod, the younger turns to look at him wide eyes that beg him to stay. "Where will you be, Hyung?"

At the sound of the question, you wrap your trembling fingers around Jin's wrist, your own eyes wide at the thought of him leaving you again.

"Hey, don't you worry," he mutters. "I just have to help out the other guys and then I'll be back before you know it, alright? You can trust these two, I promise."

Eventually you nod, watching anxiously as he ruffles Jimin's hair and exits the van, the younger turning to you with a soft smile of reassurance.

And blessedly, you find yourself feeling safer by the second.

Jin palms his gun the minute he knows he's far away enough from the van, his hands shaking with a hot anger that continues to fester inside of him. Easily enough, he finds the rest of his group calmly shooting at Guardians who thought they'd have a chance against them. Smirking, Jin approaches them with the same calm demeanour, his eyes darkened in silent rage.

"Hyung, did you find her?" Jungkook asks worriedly, his doe eyes wide with hope as he watches Jin nod slowly. Flashing the older a toothy grin of relief, Jungkook jogs to each member's side to tell them the good news too.

That's when Namjoon looks over, his smile understanding as he takes in the way Jin's hands are clenched into tight fists by his side and his lips are pressed into a thin line.

Suppressing a grin, the boss blindly shoots people down as he strolls over to Jin, clapping him on the back as he approaches.

"I saw a guy in purple earlier," he whispers quietly, finding humour in the way Jin's eyes widen in mere disbelief over the fact that he caught onto his mood so quickly. "He was holding a whip in his hand and, while I didn't want to believe it myself, he ran out from the same place that I saw you walking out of with Y/N."

Jin growls menacingly under his breath.

"Now, I would've shot him right there but I figured that you'd probably want the honours of doing so," Namjoon chuckles, hiking a thumb over his shoulder. "He's in the shed down there. Go and show him what happens when you fuck with our family."

Gratefully nodding at Namjoon's order, he rolls his shoulders out and jogs all the way to the shed, his finger hovering over the trigger as he pauses outside the front door.

Without so much as a heartbeat of hesitation, he kicks at the door, his gun aimed into the centre of the room before anyone else in there can react.

And there, in the middle of the room, is the man the Namjoon described, his body trembling as he curls himself up into a ball on the floor.

Jin rolls his eyes and sends a kick into the guy's side, watching intimidatingly as he unfolds from his poor attempt at protection and raises his whip as if it's going to scare Jin.

In fact, the sight of it only spurs him on.

He takes slow steps towards him, grinning sinisterly as the cold barrel of the gun touches the man's forehead. Naturally, the man looks scared, his eyes filling with tears when he spots the patch on the jacket.

He knows that he's about to die.

"If this is about the girl, I'm sorry," he quickly starts, "I was only doing what I was ordered to do."

"And so am I," Jin growls, his finger aching as he finally squeezes the trigger with zero remorse, barely even flinching when some of the blood hits his skin.

"Motherfucker," he spits before leaving the shed to head back to the van.

*

You stare at the blank screen of the television in front of you, your fingers twitching restlessly upon their spot on your thighs in response to the way your thoughts yell over each other, ultimately darkening the space in your mind until it's nothing but an empty abyss that strikes fear into your heart.

It's been a few weeks since you were rescued from the torture that The Guardians had put you through and while you'd love to say that things have been getting better for you, you can't lie to yourself more than you already have.

Both Namjoon and Jin had spent the first week tending to your injuries and avoiding your questions with obvious attempts at changing the topic. You had chosen to go along with it merely to keep them happy but you knew that Jin was opposed to the whole idea and would soon cave in.

And you weren't wrong.

The minute he had brought you home, he sat you down on the couch and hesitantly kissed your forehead. The action made you shudder but you didn't pull away, wanting so desperately to ease the worry and stress that had put dark bags under his eyes.

"Look," he muttered, offering you a gentle smile. "Namjoon wanted me to keep most of what happened away from you so that you don't get more stressed out but I can't. You have to know."

You nodded.

"Three days," he sighs disappointedly. "We were looking for you for three days. We didn't rest at all, the idea that we'd never get you back too worrying for us to even get some sleep."

"Jin," you mumbled, gingerly reaching out to cup his smooth cheek affectionately, swallowing down your whine of discomfort.

"Shh," he whispered, "you're back now. Everything is fine."

You nodded once more, letting him continue on with his speech while your thumb rubbed slow circles on the skin of his cheek.

"Namjoon said we could have a few weeks to ourselves before he put us back on missions with the group," he concluded with a soft smile, tapping your knee twice before standing to stretch. "I'm going to go shower. Will you be okay?"

"Yeah," you had breathed, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Thank you."

His features had softened into one that was filled with fondness as he turned on his heel and disappeared into the bathroom.

Although, Jin isn't stupid.

He has known since the day he had brought you home that the Y/N he had before no longer existed. Instead, you had become a shell; empty and essentially lifeless. And he can't exactly be mad about it.

In no way is any of this your fault.

That day, he had sworn to himself that he would stop at nothing to get you close to feeling like yourself again.

"Y/N?"

You shake your head dismissively, jolting a little when you come face to face with a concerned looking Jin, liquid gold practically drowning out the brown in his eyes. Under normal circumstances, you would've allowed yourself to be captivated by them, relishing in the safety you feel when looking into them but the burning spots on your legs prevent you from doing so.

His hands rest innocently on yours, the pads of his fingers touching the skin on your thighs as well as the skin of your hands, the owner of them seemingly unaware of what he's doing.

"Sorry," you mumble, ignoring the way your breathing gradually begins to get deeper and the new thoughts in your head pile on top of the other ones creating a dull throb that you know will turn into a head splitting migraine. "Did you say something?"

"I was just wondering if maybe you'd like to talk about what happened now," he politely responds, flashing you a hopeful grin. Instead of the grin providing you with a warm and fuzzy feeling, it sends a hot bolt of fear down your spine, eyes widening at the idea of forcing yourself to relive all of that just so he knows what happened in there.

"No," you whisper with a slow shake of your head, praying that he drops the topic and moves on but judging from his determined sigh, he isn't going to stop until he gets some answers.

"Look, I know that this is confronting," he explains carefully, not wanting to worry you more. "But Namjoon needs to know what happened so he knows what they want. Please try."

"Don't wanna," you whisper, your tone now holding a little more bite in it as if warning him to stop prying for information.

If he picked up on the warning hidden subtly within your harmless words, he certainly isn't showing it, his lips tugged down in mild frustration at your stubbornness. The mere sight of it makes your heart sink, the thoughts getting more and more negative as you try to will the tears that begin to form in your tired eyes away.

"Y/N," he sternly starts, that being all it takes for you to start silently sobbing, your shoulders and hands trembling with the action. His eyes widen in alarm but he makes no sign of going to touch you, instead just watching with his heart caught in his throat.

"It was h-horrifying in t-there," you stutter in between the sobs that wrack through your body mercilessly, your body endlessly craving a hug despite knowing it will make you feel even worse. "Th-they hit m-me, t-tortured me, everyday for ans-answers about that plan Na-Namjoon had."

He stiffens the minute you mention what they did to you, his jaw hardening while his eyes darken threateningly.

"And I d-don't feel safe anymore! It's as if I c-can still feel t-them watching m-me," you continue on, your voice high pitched and panicked as if you can't get a single breath in.

And judging by the way your chest rises and falls unevenly, you actually can't seem to get any air in.

"Everything b-burns. I c-can't have p-people touch m-me or it h-hurts," you weakly cry out, trying your best to heave in mouthfuls of cold air, your shaking worsening as you realise that you may be experiencing a panic attack.

"Hey, calm down," Jin coaxes, worriedly staring into your eyes as you try to help yourself, noticing the way Jin's hands twitch by your sides as if he needs to hold you. "Put your hand on my chest and follow my breathing, okay?"

You do as he instructs, closing your eyes as he simply takes a few deep breaths, your chest following the calm pattern that your hand mimics, the tense silence only flitting away when he softly praises you. You find yourself relaxing gratefully, the feel of the tightness in your chest loosening relieving in an indescribable way.

But you're also grateful for Jin's refusal to touch you, his fingers digging into the couch as if his temptation to physically console you would've gotten the better of him.

"May I?" He quietly asks, holding his hand out in front of you with doe eyes. You surprise yourself by nodding, sighing when he presses his hand against your head, slowly and ever so gently sifting his fingers through your locks.

Then, to test the limits you have set, he allows his other hand to clasp onto yours, almost flinching away when you allow a slight whine of discomfort to fall from your lips.

Your tight grip on his hand is what stops him from completely pulling away, gulping as you also latch onto the hand that still combs through your hair, interlocking your fingers as you pull it down onto your lap.

He offers you a sad smile, his thumb rubbing smooth circles on your wrists, there being no pain as his soft touch soothes down the dull throb of the angry red marks that the chains made.

"You'll be okay," he mutters, giving your hands a light squeeze. "I promise. We'll take as long as we need to make sure that you're feeling better."

"Why?" You ask glumly, finding it odd how much time and energy he's putting into your health and safety, despite knowing very well just what type of person Jin is.

"Because I love you," he replies as if it's the most obvious answer to your question. "And this is what people who love each other do."

"But how will you fix me?" You ask with a slight waver in your voice, your bottom lip quivering as he quickly reassures you with a soft chuckle.

"Well, I was thinking of watching some movies. You know, those sappy romantic comedies that you like. We can cuddle too. I mean, if you're up for that," he lists expectantly, feeling proud when he spots your eyes twinkling with excitement.

"And, of course, we can do some baking," he beams, "I know how much you love doing that."

You can't help the soft smile that graces your features that minute he mentions the word baking. It's almost as if the thought of baking with Jin brought along a giant blanket of warmth and belief that things will get better, it being draped across your shoulders.

However, your smile falls when you notice Jin's eyes watering with tears, his lips parted in what seems to be disbelief.

And it may very well be disbelief for Jin can't seem to get over the fact that you just smiled for the first time since he had gotten you back.

"Jin," you mumble nervously, "what's wrong?"

Shaking his head, he cups your cheeks and meshes his lips against yours, smiling when you contentedly snake your arms around his neck, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

He'll bring you back; there's no doubt about it now.