words in italic are either an emphasis of a word or some memories from the past

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"i told you not to hurt him!"

i recognized that voice.

yoongi.

i tried to speak, but realized my mouth was covered in duct tape. my eyes were also blindfolded, the bag already taken off of me since i couldn't feel it anymore. my hands were tied onto what i had assumed was a pole behind me and i sat on the cold ground.

my heart was plummeting inside my chest, it felt as though it was going to jump out any second. my head was flowing with questions.

"you did this once and i forgave you! how fucking dare you do it again!"

after yoongi yelled, glasses shattering and other things being thrown were heard.

i flinched when i also heard yoongi scream in pain as i figured he was thrown onto something.

"it's not my fault you were stupid enough to trust me," another man snickered. "i'd given you a chance and you fucked it up, yoongi. why do you think jimin went to you tonight?"

so i was right? jimin's still alive?

"fuck you stupid prick," yoongi fought back and i heard him punch the other man for the latter groaned loudly and screamed in fury.

"you never learn your lesson, do you?!well, you know what?!" he released a sinister laughter that sent chills to my spine. "this will be the last lesson that little brain of yours will ever learn."

he played with every word. the way he spoke made it seem like he was talking to a child.

i heard yoongi scream in pain yet again. he even yelled for him to stop and i felt terrified because min yoongi never begs anyone for anything. i knew he was hurt, truly hurt, and i couldn't do shit.

i couldn't save him.

i was about to scream and let them know i was awake, when i heard running footsteps enter the room.

"please stop! taehyung!"

i was stuck.

i couldn't breathe.

i couldn't believe it.

even if i already knew he was alive, it was still different to know he was there. so close to me.

"stay away from this, jimin!" i heard taehyung yell and i assumed he had also thrown jimin somewhere in the room because i heard him scream in pain.

i couldn't let taehyung hurt anyone anymore. i screamed as hard as i could even if it only came out muffled by what covered my mouth and the only thing that followed me was silence for a few seconds.

"oh, so you're awake?" my heart felt as though it was palpitating as i listened to the footsteps taehyung was taking towards me. i tried to turn my head away and protest when he touched me, only to receive a slap on the cheek.

"taehyung!" jimin screeched, hopelessly.

"calm the fuck down, you little whiny bitch. i'm not gonna kill this bastard... yet." taehyung removed my blindfold at the same time he kicked jimin who was crawling towards me.

"you little shit!" i yelled at his face and expected him to hurt me. i'd rather have him hurt me than yoongi who was already bleeding on the floor with his eyes shut or jimin who was also badly beaten up.

but he didn't. he only gave me an amused look before he stood up and walked towards jimin who was crying in torment.

i recognized the place. it was our classroom back in high school.

"jungkookie!" jimin sat on his chair in front of me with his legs hanging out on both sides. he resided his arms on the edge of the crest rail of the chair.

i looked up, not responding, but removed one earphone.

"guess what?"

"you know i don't like guessing..."

he pouted and narrowed his eyes at me. "aish! you're no fun!"

"great, thanks." i shrugged and returned my attention back to my phone, putting my earpiece back on.

"that's just real cute," i heard him say since the song has already finished playing. i made sure to show no reaction to it and pretended as if i didn't hear him. in truth, i paused the next song that started to play, in order to hear what he was going to say next.

"here i come barging in, fifteen minutes earlier than usual just to tell you 'bout someone i met at the store. thought i was gonna be able to make you jealous. turns out, nothing ever works to you." he sighed and stood up from his chair.

i was lost for words.

"see, i was planning to start on you." he pointed a finger at me, but didn't remove his gaze on jimin. "but since you care so much about this bitch, i'll start with him."

"who were you talking about yesterday?" i asked jimin who was playing a video game on my tv while he sat on the floor in my bedroom. i was laying down on my bed, reading a book called, "a corpse by evening". i remember it was a personal favourite since i was eleven. jimin loved it, too. and we'd always wanted a movie to be made out of it, but it wasn't popular enough.

"oh, it was this guy with seaweed-coloured hair and he worked at the store. he seemed really nice."

"does this seaweed boy have a name?" i sat up on my bed and gave him a suspicious look even though he wasn't looking at me at all.

"kim taehyung, he said. and he apparently studied in our school."

"how does he know where you study?" upon hearing this, jimin turned around and rested the controller on his lap. he looked at me with an expression i couldn't read. we stared at each other for a few more seconds. him, slowly getting closer towards me as he pushed his hand down on the floor to lift himself up and get at an even closer angle with me.

"i was wearing the uniform, jungkook. don't you remember it was lunch time?"

"oh, yeah..."

"great. well, he was cute."

"i can't say anything until i've actually met him in real life."

taehyung swiftly took a knife from the back pocket of his pants and brought it to jimin's chin, causing him to look up. taehyung stared at him with a sinister smile before he grabbed a fistful of his hair and turned his head towards me.

"isn't he beautiful like this, jungkook?"

it hurt to see jimin like that, tears falling down his cheeks, his face filled with cuts and bruises, his eyes swollen and chin already bleeding from the sharp end of the knife.

"i don't understand..."

"you never understand anything, jungkook." taehyung gave me a sinister grin and tugged harder on jimin's hair.

"please don't hurt him!" i pleaded and his laugh echoed as if it was the only thing i could really hear.

"i love you, kookie. i'm so sorry." jimin smiled hopelessly at me, causing me to cry even more.

"don't say that. don't talk like you're saying goodbye. please... i'm so s-sorry... that i couldn't save you before. a-and i don't know what happened, but i do know everything's my fault. i-i'm sorry, jimin. please, i love you. don't leave me."

jimin's smile faded and he started to bawl. i could almost feel the tightening of his chest, the inability to breathe because the pain you're feeling is so overwhelming, your body's forgetting everything else.

"please don't do this...i'm so sorry, taehyung. for whatever i did...please, just don't hurt jimin!"

"too late, fucker."

my breath was caught in my throat as i sat there hopelessly. taehyung held jimin's in his one hand and the knife in the other. with one swift movement, he swung the knife.