Warning: Mention/description of torture, blood, insanity, suicide, murder

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    Yoongi was sure he had broken multiple laws by this point. Red lights were run and corners taken at speeds much too fast to be any type of safe. Beside him, Hoseok clung to the door and center console for dear life, knuckles turning white and eyes the size of saucers. But Yoongi honestly didn’t care. Jimin was in trouble.

    Their apartment building arrived sooner than it ever had before, and Yoongi parked correctly for once. Except he slammed on the brakes, consequently causing Hoseok to choke on the seat belt pressed against his neck. He practically ripped the keys out of the ignition and charged up the stairs, not actually really caring about Hoseok at the moment.

    Reaching their apartment, Yoongi couldn’t unlock the door fast enough. Inside was dark, but the muted tv was still on. It was like any other day, except devoid of life. The blanket Jimin had wrapped around himself lay beside the couch, and the throw pillows were strewn over the floor. Obviously there had been a struggle of some kind.

    Yoongi surveyed the room, sharp eyes searching for any clues. “Hey. His phone.” Hoseok’s voice passed Yoongi as the younger’s body did the same, and the brunette knelt beside the couch. With careful hands, he lifted Jimin’s crushed phone and offered it to Yoongi. The blonde accepted it and held it gingerly, before placing it on the side table.

    Sitting on the couch, Yoongi pressed his face into his hands. “How? Why?” was all he could think and all he could say. “Who could have gotten past the security? Taehyung and I wired it perfectly. No one could get past without setting it off.”

    Hoseok joined him on the couch. “If you think about it… the only people who would know how to get past would be the ones who created it… Obviously you didn’t abduct your own boyfriend…”

    Yoongi stared straight forward as his brain-wheels raced. “That only leaves Taehyung… But why would he abduct Jimin? What does he have against me? And where is he? I need answers!”

    Hoseok was silent as he stared at the silent tv. Yoongi could tell that he was debating things and trying to make sense of everything. Suddenly, he stood and grabbed the keys from the side table. “I know where they are. And this time, I’m driving.”

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    Before them stood a dark, imposing building. A warehouse, if you will. The place looked as though Satan and his demon army had passed through and stolen all the light, leaving the building an empty shell. Hoseok breathed out a soft sigh, “We’re here.” He hadn’t even finished breathing before Yoongi was out and popping the trunk. Hoseok joined him and together they chose their weapons.

    Yoongi moved to lead the way, but Hoseok blocked his way with an outstretched arm. The brunette shook his head silently. He knew this building well. It was occupied, and, from the looks of it, he was here. Only Hoseok could find his way in and out without dying brutally. Yoongi stepped back and let the younger lead, but not without a frustrated growl.

    The pair moved silently, alert for any sounds or signs of life. The thick layer of dust coating literally everything implied that there had never been any disturbance, but you can never be too safe. The silence was deafening, so quiet you could a mouse breathing.

    Nearby, the sound of voices drifted to their ears. Hoseok crept forward, definitely not liking what he could hear. It was official - he was here. He took Jimin. Yoongi would not be happy to find out who he was.

    As Hoseok drew closer to the voices, Yoongi a hair’s breadth behind him, a slightly-ajar door made itself visible. The voices came from inside. Yoongi carefully slid to the other side of the door, so that both could see inside. Despite what he regularly went through as a hitman, what he saw inside almost made him sick.

    Jimin sat in a chair, wrists tied to the chair arms. His head was tipped back, a bit of blood dripping from between his lips. His sin was pale, and more blood seeped from his soaked clothes. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he let out small whimpers and cries of pain. A tall boy stood over him, tracing his bared ribs with the edge of a knife.

    Meanwhile, a familiar figure circled the pair like a predator. He was the voice that had drawn the partners to the room. The orange-haired man nudged the tall stranger aside, and tipped Jimin’s chin to look him in the eye. “Princess, are you enjoying your play? Because we sure are.” Jimin responded by coughing blood on his hand. “Now, Princess, that isn’t very polite of you. Were you not taught manners as a youngster? Ah well, I guess we’ll have to teach you now.” Taehyung bent slightly and delicately brushed his lips against Jimin’s jaw.

    The click of a gun from the doorway got the trios attention. “Get your hands off him, you dirty, good-for-nothing scumbag!” Yoongi and Hoseok barged in, guns at the ready. Taehyung straightened and smiled an insane smile. “Why hello, hyungs. Welcome to my humble abode. How can I - no, Jungkook, put the gun down - how can I help you?”

    Yoongi grabbed Taehyung by the collar of his shirt. “Release Jimin, you piece of . You may have a feud with me, but leave him out of it. Torture me, but leave him alone.”

    Taehyung giggled. “But hyung, that’s exactly what I’m doing. Torturing him is torture for you. Now- ” Taehyung was cut off by a punch to the cheek. He stumbled slightly and glowered at Yoongi. Jungkook raised a fist to return Yoongi’s attack, but Taehyung waved him away.

    Hoseok spoke up for the first time. “Who’s your friend, Tae? Your boyfriend? Some innocent kid you trained to be a murderer?”

    Taehyung hissed, narrowing his dark eyes. “Of course not. We’re not -hmm- romantically involved. He came this way, it’s nothing I did.”

    “Enough talk. Let Jimin go. Maybe I’ll spare you.” Yoongi spared a moment to glance at Jimin. The boy had his eyes closed, struggling to breathe.

    “SPARE ME?! YOU’LL SPARE ME, HYUNG? You think I want to be spared?! You killed everyone! Because of you, I lost everything! Everyone I loved.” Taehyung’s eyes were wide, and the complete insanity visible in them was almost enough to frighten Yoongi. “My brother, my father. THE ONLY MAN I EVER LOVED. You took it all from me. I WILL SHOW YOU THE PAIN YOU SHOWED ME. Jungkook, kill Jimin. KILL HIM!”

    Jungkook lunged toward the seemingly-unconscious boy, wickedly sharp knife at the ready. His own insanity showed in the smile he sported. Hoseok and Yoongi moved together, Hoseok yanking Taehyung away by the shirt. Yoongi crashed straight into Jungkook, knocking him away from Jimin. A single bullet to the forehead was all it took, and Jungkook lay slumped in a ball. His youthful face was peaceful, and Yoongi couldn’t help but brush his bangs out of his eyes. Too young, he was too young to be mixed up with us.

    Behind him, Taehyung was struggling with Hoseok. “Let me go home, hyung. Please. Help me go home. His eyes shone with tears. He was just so tired. Hoseok met Yoongi’s eyes and waited for his nod. The brunette’s eyes met Taehyung’s. “I’ll help you home, kid.” Taehyung never broke eye contact with Hoseok as the older pressed the gun’s cold muzzle beside his eye. An almost-inaudible whisper of “thank you” was all that broke the silence as Hoseok pulled the tigger and the life rapidly died in Taehyung’s eyes.

    No one moved for a moment, until a quiet cough rivaled the gunshot’s echoes. Yoongi was on his knees in front of Jimin in seconds, untying his bonds and rubbing feeling back into his wrists. The smaller male groaned as Yoongi pulled off his shirt and tore it to make bandages. Hoseok made himself busy moving the bodies. Even with all of his experience with murder, he felt a knot in his chest as he studied Jungkook’s baby face and Taehyung’s finally-peaceful face.

    Yoongi carefully slid Jimin off of the chair and onto his lap, cradling the broken boy in his arms. “Jimin? Baby? Open your eyes, please open your eyes. Look at me. Say something.” He brushed his thumb over Jimin’s soft cheek, and the younger’s beautiful brown eyes slid open. He blinked a couple times before focusing on Yoongi’s face.

    “…Hyung…”

    “I’m here, baby, I’m here. I will take care of you.” Satisfied that he would stay awake, Yoongi nodded to Hoseok. As gently as possible, Yoongi lifted Jimin, and the partners made their way to their car.

    The hospital was only a few blocks away, and they were rushed in once they arrived. Yoongi sat next to Jimin, laid on the bed, and held his hand. Nurses bustled around them, changing Jimin’s bandages and trying to make him comfortable. Meanwhile, Jimin made eye contact with Yoongi.

    “Hyung, you came for me. You-you saved me.”

    Yoongi kissed him softly. “No matter what happens, I will always save you.”