A Little Bit of Love Goes A Long Way
Taehyung's eyelids flutter open and he feels peaceful for the first time in so long. That feeling only lasts a second as the crippling pain in his legs sets in once again. He lets out a grunt and doesn't move to sit up, knowing all he would feel is more pain. So, opting to stay in the fetal position he finally fell to sleep in, he sighs deeply.
How long until The Man comes back to torture him further?
His thoughts are interrupted as his stomach begins to ache in hunger. How long ago was his last meal? Just as his thoughts begin wandering back, the skin on his right thigh begins to burn. He bounces the leg to try to alleviate the growing pain, but it only becomes worse and more widespread. With his hands still bound behind him and a blindfold covering his eyes, he has no way to discover what is causing the mystery pain.
Jungkook grunts in pain as the blade drags across his skin. It's been three days since he was released from the hospital, and his mind hasn't stopped reeling over what Yoongi showed him. The scars full of conversations, full of desperation and uncertainty. Finally, just a few hours ago, Jungkook mustered up the courage to ask him for the support he needed to get through it.
He barely gets a two centimeter line carved into his pale skin before ge lifts the razer and sighs. "It hurts too much. I can't do it." He furrows his brows and looks up at his audience- Yoongi, Jimin, and Hoseok.
Hoseok smiles reassuringly and rests a hand on his arm, giving it a squeeze. "You don't have to do this."
"No, I do." Jungkook lets out one last deep sigh before lowering the blade to his leg again. Not stopping to give himself enough time to even think about hesitating, he carves a full question into his thigh, right below the hem of his boxers.
WHERE ARE YOU
"What now?" Jungkook's sweating and shaking and bleeding and suddenly all this feels like a little too much.
Yoongi hands him a wad of paper towels and sits back into his butt. "We wait."
It's been days since Jungkook tried to reach out to his soulmate, to which there was no response. Hopeless doesn't even begin to describe how he feels. It seems that the others have noticed, too, because the three that helped him initiate this haven't left his side. And it's not like he can run away and hide- he's confined to a wheelchair for the next six weeks.
However, as he's laying in bed, preparing for sleep only four days after his attempt, he gets the first signs of hope.
"Jimin!" he shouts as he feels the annoying irk of nails being raked across his lower back. "Jimin, something's happening!"
In an instant, Jimin's by his side. "What's wrong?" he asks in a tired, yet concerned, voice.
"Something's happening. My back."
Jimin helps Jungkook flip onto his stomach and pulls his shirt up to reveal the entirety of his back. "Oh shit," he breathes out. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"
"What, what is it?" Jungkook's suddenly terrified and excited and something else he can't quite describe and everything comes crashing down in a matter of seconds, leaving him feeling more helpless than ever before, but so full of hope.
"It says, 'HELP,'."
