Yoongi shivered,

He was drenched and forced to stay in his wet clothing’s. The guards, well he thought they were guards found entertainment in torturing him. He was awoken by a bucket of cold water just a few minutes ago; he was still disoriented when one of the men decided to throw some gruesome gravel at his face, demanding him to eat.

Yoongi had never felt more abused in his entire life, he was being treated like an animal. He hated it, absolutely despised it, he swore that if he’d ever come out of there alive he’d make sure he’d make sure he gets them back for it.

Yoongi sneezed his current headache getting worst, his eyes were drowsy, he was pretty sure that he looked like sh*t as he could feel his face getting flushed by the second.

He was in some sort of old bunker house, he could tell by the cold, stony walls he was being chained at.

There wasn’t much light down there but he had managed to adjust his eyes well enough to be able to look at his surroundings and his kidnapers.

Yeah the one sitting at the wooden table just outside his cell. Well it looked like a cell to him so that’s what he was going to call it.

He frowned in distaste as the 3 wragged men. The way they were devouring their food was quite disgusting causing Yoongi to gag even though he himself hadn’t eaten for days. Luckily they did give him water. It was the minimum requisite to survive so yoongi had accepted it even though he had adamantly refused to touch anything given to him in the first few days.

Heavy steps were heard echoing through the walls of the old hideout. The 3 men’s scrambled up from their sit to bow and welcome someone that Yoongi had never expected to see again after 10 years.

Park Hansol a man he used to call father.

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