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“You’re gonna be okay, sweetie.” A sweet, soft voice was all that registered when you woke up. Brain foggy; you didn’t remember anything except for the pain and the face that came with it. That bastard. I shouldn’t be scared of him. You tried to shift stiff limbs at the newfound voice, trying to move towards the source, but they only twinged with discomfort. Opening your eyes was a challenge. I don’t want to face reality.
“Sugar? Hello?” The voice spoke again, and this time you felt a warm hand caress your face. You flinched away from the smooth digits, even though the touch was gentle. You finally sat up, wiping the detritus away from your eyes. A handsome man with velvety, chocolate brown hair and broad shoulders stared down at you, pressing a cold cloth against your head. You gasped, not expecting the close proximity.
“Who…” sputtering, thick, hot blood coating the inside of your throat and launching onto the blanket. Winded lungs heaved for air, panic seeping its way into your brain. Blood…?
“Your arteries in your lungs were damaged. You’re going to be coughing up blood for a while, but it’ll get better in a few weeks. I’ve given the medication to help you heal faster. I’m Seokjin, by the way.” Blood began to spill past full, bitten lips, and you perceived the metallic taste as it curved around your tongue. It slipped down to your chin, splattering the (surprisingly new) white sweater with the crimson pigment. Fully, you grinned; face twisting into one like that of your ‘unhinged’ torturer. You ignored the dull throbbing in your arm, and managed to lift it to your face.
“Where is that man?” Choking, [e/c] orbs searched around the room for him; ablaze with feelings Seokjin couldn’t decipher. “I want to talk to him.” Before he could answer, you had wriggled from the stifling heat of the bedsheets and made your way to the door.
“Don’t! You’ll hurt yourself…” he trailed off, too shocked to take any real action to stop you. You scrabbled your way down through the hallway, slamming into a set of doors when your fractured shin could no longer support you. You were numb to the room, surroundings and mind overcast with shadows of the devil and his chambers. The little left of vision you had began to fuzz, the room spinning. You paid no heed to any of it all and looked on. I’m not giving up until I see him. Spotting a bright pink blob, you howled, grabbing onto the jacket. Low, guttural growls escaped as sharp nails raked the figure’s back. It’s him.
“Holy shit, you’re awake.” You shivered at the voice, its tenor reaching your ears like a homecoming. It’s definitely him.
“Kill me…” blood dribbled onto the floor, your resolve hardening.“Finish the job. Or I’ll do it myself,” you spat. Your strength drained from your body, knees going weak. He barely managed to catch you in time. He smelled like vanilla and wood, a strangely comforting scent. He probably came from outside. It was a hiraeth to you, something you loved and hated at the same time. You started hacking again, blood exuding from your tiny frame in frightening amounts. The liquid didn’t seem to bother him; in fact he cupped his hands around your mouth, hoping to still the gurgling from your throat. All you could do was smile at him, yearning for his hands to enclose on your damaged windpipes.
“Oh my god. Seokjin! JIN!” He screamed, unaffected by his once Persian blue jacket being marred by your fluid. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” he breathed, caressing your [h/c] locks. “Stay with me, just a little longer.” All you could do was stare mindlessly as you felt your life source being zapped from your very soul. You heard raucous stomping and shouting around you, and you felt yourself being lifted up. Every noise and movement plied your nerves against one another. Your head lolled back, and you lost consciousness yet again.
“We’re losing her,” you heard someone yell, the incessant beeping of a ventilator crashing through your senses. Someone squeezed your hand, their palm rough and warm.
“Stay with us. Can you count to 10?” A new voice asked. You nodded slightly, your voice choppy and dry. As you counted, Jin bandaged you.
“At least she’s giving a response. Any later and she would be dead by now,” he stated, glaring at Jimin.
“I know, I know. I feel terrible for what I did, but now’s not the time…we need to get her stable.” You felt someone running a cold cloth over your arms, cleaning your flesh of the pungent liquid. A mask was strapped over your face, your mind briefly faltering to wonder how they had the equipment. We’re not at a hospital, at least I don’t think we are. To be frank, I have no idea where I am…
Minutes later, you felt your breathing even out a bit. At this point, you couldn’t even control your rate of airflow. You lazily scanned the room. The pink haired man…I heard his voice. Where is he?
One of the men had seen you shift, and walked over to you. Hazily regarding that it was Jin, you felt comfortable looking away, not that you trusted him any more than the other two. Jin glanced at your hands, as if he was asking for your permission to touch you.
“Don’t,” you breathed, “D-Don’t look at me like that.” Elbows met soft fabric as you pushed yourself up off the bed, body screaming in protest. His hands immediately came to steady you with their gentle touch.
“You’re moving too soon. I’m not letting you out of my sight for a while, firecracker. You got pretty banged up from slamming into those doors, and you were already in bad shape before. I don’t want you to be any more hurt than you already are,” Jin scolded. He was like a overbearing mother, setting a sick child in place as it was being coddled onto the bed and reprimanded.
Disregarding him, weakened joints proceeded to move forward, catching you as your mind clouded and your fingers slipped. I need to get out of here, it’s not safe. Technically they helped me, but I wouldn’t have needed help if it wasn’t for them in the first place.
Red stained the sheets as your body swiveled to the side, cuts reopening. Your body felt like it was on fire, the searing, white hot pain carving into your bones with the precision of a butcher. A quick glance is all it took to register why you were in so much pain; large bruises littering your [s/c] skin in overwhelming sizes, paving a way into a thick cut across your chest. That’s new. Charred skin met blue wounds, the infections so deep and milky they could be felt beneath the flesh.
The room was a painted a beautiful cream color, probably meant to soothe; albeit it did nothing for your frazzled nerves. A small chair accented the corner, emphasizing the massive physiques of the men compared to the small build you possessed. Those in the room with you did absolutely nothing but watch as you assessed your state, knowing you needed a moment to yourself to orient. When a few minutes had passed, [e/c] beads met each of their stony faces. A small blush crept up onto your cheeks, embarrassed for having to ask them for something when you barely knew any of them. Make it believable. Play innocent for just a while longer…you need to find a way out of here. You don’t know what they’re capable of.
“Uh…,” stuttering, “Where is the bathroom?” Jin stood up as you asked, ready to escort you to the room down the wide hall.
“I’ll take you there, you’ll probably need help supporting yourself.” A blinding smile accompanied the statement, knocking your defenses down for a moment.
“Thanks.” Walking proved to be an easier task with his broad shoulders supporting your back as you both moved through the hall. If it were any other situation, you’d probably be a blushing mess right now. Your delicate hands moved along the cold walls as well, meeting a silver doorknob. Everything in this house is dark-toned.
“I’ll wait in the hall for you, it might be easier to walk again if I’m there to support you,” he offered, softly letting go of your arms.
“Definitely, I’ll be out quickly.” An uneasy smile crept up your features, thanking him for his help. Only two more minutes…
The bathroom was a sight to behold in itself: with a grandiose, frameless mirror, marble countertop and movie-esque lights it almost blinded you. You spotted a window near the step-in shower, sunlight permeating the glass barrier and greeting you like an old friend. Perfect, you thought, reaching for the cabinet handles to look for something you could use to aid in your escape. A small razor met your fingertips, its end piercing the fragile skin of your finger pad; a small price to pay for your ultimate survival.