Welcome again in the next chapter, my pumpkins. From now, I am going to update regularly for some time, so expect updates. I wanted to move in this story because I wanna write more and more.
Thanks for Ms_starsky for helping as always❤

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He always walks through this hallway but never he did imagine that it would be this difficult to get through it again. Shaking feet were slowly moving forward to the dreadful destination, worry and fear clear in eyes.

Fear of getting caught.

Fear of Scar.

It was clearly hard for Ares to cope up with the anxiety that has been planted in his mind from the very start. Where nothing can help him through it. Not even those unfortunately tragic memories of him. But still, he is trying hard with all his broken soul.

And for the first time, he is proud of himself.

For fighting.

As he moves his legs to the unseen room of hers, his heartbeats fasten in the ribcage. He was not certain what's the reason. Maybe it was because it was his first time there. Maybe something else.

She was still unconscious, exhausted, and weak in his arms after all the brutal torture. Head on his pointy broad shoulder, hands were like electrodes towards the gravity, just hanging low like not even a single glint of life in them.

His body can feel all the warmth that spreads from her body to his, undoubtedly showing how high her fever is. He needs to keep this in mind to give her an injection so she can be alright after she wakes up in the room.

After crossing the long hallway he reached the end but was still far away from the real one.

He notes in his mind that all he needs is to keep going without any fear and concern. But have to be careful because this road is completely not easy.

He was thankful that nobody saw him till now with her. Now he just has to drop her into the room and the work is done without any problems.

But doesn't this sounds so easy? 

That's what he couldn't help but was unable to digest in his guts.

When he opened the steel door it unlocks easily but he didn't expect to see what he just saw the moment the whole door shifted towards the right, burying itself in the space between the inner and outer wall.

The place was white, bare white and that was the exact reason that terrified him to his core. Why are they in a white room?

No! They can't be in a white room.

This is not good.

How can they be in this room? They can't be. . . ?

They can't be the best patients here.

His eyes again fluttered shut as a lonely tear collapse down on his already soaked wet cheek. Again everything around him, her situation, her condition, this unstoppable disaster is signaling to one and only one person.

Ares.

He recalls what they told him when he first came to this place. They have to shift normal subjects in the black room and for the white room, it is built for special subjects.

Special in the sense, the ones with maximum endurance ability. Those who have the perfect and true body in which they can test the most severe drugs of all the times.

He doesn't know what to think, all he did was sniffle in pain and agony of his heart. When he saw what's in the room he felt a little uneasy about her here being with two boys who were lying lifelessly on the floor.

It wasn't easy but he tried to step forward to place her body somewhere close to them. No matter how uncomfortable he was feeling in the presence of two boys, he still understands that they are the only ones she has in all those years.

Those two were there for her, unlike him.

After carefully putting her body down on the floor, he saw how her body just went limp like no life was present in it.

Ares looks away, ashamed of his own doings. 

He saw how the other boy in the room has the same condition as her, the one with the name Jimin. Like her, he was also senseless. But the other who was still facing his back in front of Ares stirred in his place.

Soft shaky breathing filled the room. And for a second the masked man thought the other was going to die due to how loud it was.

But all the boy did was slowly shift his body. Now turning towards in the direction of Ares.

The poor soul sure was startled by the presence of someone standing in the room. Just by looking at the horrified expression, Ares can say that. The person was still in the process of turning towards the standing man when Ares's eyes landed on the wrenching nail marks on his neck.

A pang of ache whirled inside his heart.

These people here are suffering badly, everyone can see that but incapable to do anything about it. That pains him more and more.

The thought of not stepping forward to do anything in his life, whatever the situation was no matter it was the past or present, it's a shame.

So disgraceful.

His icy blue eyes were nowhere near those two souls which were dreaming badly in their sleep. His mind was all over the person who just turned towards him fully.

Now, again completely opening the same colored eyes, which are automatically shaped round in form, like so moldable just the same as a pretty doe.

Their eyes met and like everything stops.

No more cold air, no more thoughts nothing at all.

The boy was frozen in his place after what he saw. Both faces contain the same intensity of confusion and distress.

They both don't know what it was, but one thing was clear, they can sense similarities in them. A unique familiar feeling creeps Ares out in seconds. He knows he was wearing a mask and specs but that can't hide the most common thing in them.

Two pairs of beautiful icy blue eyes.

'What was that. . .?'

Ares asked himself in bewilderment. Something was there, still there, like the fear and suspicion about the way everything feels. . .common.

Everything drifts apart when a sudden peep from Ares watch takes both of their minds to the present. And that moment Ares knows he has to leave now before someone will see what is going on here.

The other person was also sensing the similarities but he didn't get a perfect time for it. Before he parted his lips to say anything the other was gone, practically ran away from there.

Which mystifies hobi more.

The first voice that takes the male's attention away from the closed-door was whimpers. Deep painful and intense whimpers.

It was Jimin, who was sobbing into his sleep.

It was not hidden from Hoseok that something is changed in this room. And by seeing it with his eyes, he can say that's not a good change.

The last time when he was here, Jimin was the only one who was present in the room.

But now she is here too, motionless lying down just behind the younger.

What happened with them?

Both of their clothes are different from earlier. That was a change too. Like they just came from somewhere. Like those bad people did something wrong to them because whenever things take turns and reached their peak and their bodies had enough, they changed clothes as a sign of them just gone through the harsh treatment.

That's also a reminder that they can't undergo any procedure for a whole week or month.  

It makes him think about what took place when he was out?

What did they do with his angels?

Why both of them look so down than usual?

How much time has passed?

Jimin and hobi were facing each other now when the older turned his head, silently hissing at the pain caused by deep wounds on his neck.

When the elder wanted to move his hands to at least pat the other's head so he can make Jimin stop crying if he senses some warmth around him, his breathing labored as he choked on it making him cough.

It was difficult.

So freaking difficult.

His neck and body hurt like hell. The voice was hoarse and scratchy when he tried to call his baby brother.

After taking two more long breaths to stable himself he tried to move and thank god he did it. Even if his body is still far from Jimin. He somewhat did it.

He slowly tries to moves his hand again this time. Keeping his hand on the floor so he can slowly slide forward without lifting it.

He has to drag himself, push through all over the suffering in his body. 

It was hard at first, some tears gushed out his eyes in pain and stiffness anew but he didn't stop struggling to reach the person who was still bawling.

And then he did it after what it feels like forever.

When he felt a small part of his index finger touched Jimin's soft hoodie, he realizes he didn't breathe for some seconds so he exhales to try again. This time his fingers move upward to the younger's face.

And when his fingers caressed the beautiful cheeks, he feels how hot and wet the other body was.

Jimin was sweating and has a high fever. Suddenly an unknown fear evolves all over the walls of his belly, but before he parts his lips to call the other, Jimin wakes up with a loud cry, startling Hobi greatly.

Jimin's maline skin gradually turns into pale white, the second he feels himself not breathing anymore due to the shock and panic.

Seeing Hyung awake, smiling sadly in front of him despite all those wounds, cuts on his face, bruised lip, and scratches all over his body he broke down in bitter tears again.

After all those times he prayed and begged the moon, finally, one of his wishes come true.

His Hyung is wide awake.

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