Third Person's P.O.V :-

Namjoon hung up the call after instructing Taehyung to hurry along and put his phone back in his pocket.

A soft groan was heard from below him as he looked down at the floor.

The beaten and worn out body of Jimin laid beside his feet.

His wrists and ankles were tied with strong ropes as he laid there on the floor on his chest, right cheek pressed against the cold ground.

Bruise marks and small cuts from being whipped over and over again with a belt were clear and visible on his skin as he kept on groaning in pain only for them to be muffed against the duck tape covering his lips.

Namjoon took in the condition of his bruised helplessness hostage with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he crouched down and whistled at the fact that Jimin was still conscious.

Rolling him over, he watched how Jimin visibly hissed as the bruises on his back, which were no doubt forming under his clothes, came in direct contact with the rough surface of the floor.

He scratched the corner of the duck tape a little, to get a hold of it and yanked it back from Jimin's lips in a swift movement, making the other boy hiss out in pain.

"Park Jimin" Namjoon addressed and exhaled a breath of bliss when he saw Jimin glaring up at him,"Do you still wanna repeat what you said a while ago?" He asked with a sickening amount of sweetness in his voice.

Jimin kept on glaring at the tall masked figure in front of him with gritted teeth. He hated him, more than anything in the world Jimin hated this person crouching down in front of him.

Everytime Jimin saw his tall, lean figure climbing down the metal stairs of the basement, he hated him.

Ever since Taehyung had been gone, he's seeing an awfully lot of this guy.

Earlier, after having enough of that guy's bullshit, Jimin said something when he pulled away the duck tape from his face to feed him (more like, choke him with food again).

And as expected, he was severally punished for saying it.

But he only knew one thing, by saying that he got on that guy's nerves.

If that pissed this guy off once, Jimin knew, saying it again will piss him off even more.

So if the condition of pissing this guy off came with another beating session, Jimin would boldly repeat that sentence on this guy's face.

But with twice as smugness.

"Taehyung loves me more than you." Jimin laughed and hissed in pain at the same time, too many emotions and sensations occupying his brain all at once.

"You can beat me up all you want, take him away from me, brainwash him with all the toxicity but in the end he'd always return to me..." Jimin stammered out as he tried to catch up on some oxygen.

He looked up at the masked figure daringly,"Do you know why? Because I'm his home" He smirked as all the bruises adorned his handsome face.

"You can have him around you physically, but his heart, emotions, concerns, worries, happiness, contentment, everything, lies with me" Jimin stated intrepidly,"You are no where near the place that I hold in his heart."

Namjoon stood up from his crouching down position and without any warning kicked the side of Jimin's head with great force, knocking him unconscious.

"Spoiled brat of a rich money hoarding asshole." Namjoon whispered as he gazed down at Jimin's unconscious form before spitting in the side and dragging him back to the metal pole.
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It's been an hour since Taehyung had started driving from costal area of Gangneung.

He glanced at the side to eye the unconscious figure tied to the seat with safety belt.

The way Jungkook's neck was tilted, it looked painful to Taehyung.

He took a brief moment to bend over and making the seat lean back a bit, making Jungkook's body more stretched out.

Putting the head back in the right place and hopefully a less painful position, Taehyung hoped that he wouldn't have a sprained neck.

It took a few more hours till Taehyung finally reached his house.

As expected Namjoon was waiting for him while he sat on the entrance stairs.

Taehyung got out of the car and saw Namjoon stepping down the short stairs and coming towards him.

"Hyung" Taehyung called out,"I brought him, he's unconscious like you asked" He stated.

"Did you measure the amount of chloroform you injected him with?" Namjoon asked as he put on his trusty face mask on.

"Yes, Hyung, I did the math in the free time and ordered the exact amount that I wanted" Taehyung said and Namjoon nodded.

"Did the exchange went well? The delivery boy didn't do anything suspicious right?" Namjoon asked as he finally opened the door of the car to come face to face with the knocked out form of Jungkook.

"Yes, he was very professional about it" Taehyung uttered out as he saw Namjoon untying the safety belts and lifting Jungkook up.

"W-wow, he's heavy" Namjoon gasped out as he pulled out the dead weight from the car.

"Yeah, he is" Taehyung replied with uneasiness as he saw Namjoon walking towards the house.

"Close the fence and lock the main door on your way inside, Taehyung" Namjoon called out.

Taehyung looked at his retreating back before softly nodding and going off to do as he was asked.
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"There" Namjoon said as he lowered Jungkook down on a comfortable bed with cozy cushions and pillows.

Taehyung frowned as he watched the scene unfold.

Why did Namjoon put Jungkook in a comfortable bed in the 1st floor while Jimin was tied to a mental bar in the basement, sitting in that same position for God knows how long?

"Why the different treatment?" Taehyung asked as soon as Namjoon stepped out of the room and locked it with a key.

Namjoon glanced at him and smiled,"Are you angry that both of them are getting treated differently?" He asked with amusement.

Taehyung looked away from Namjoon's questioning gaze,"No, I'm just curious, Hyung" He stated looking out of the window to see the night sky.

Namjoon chuckled at Taehyung's behaviour and put the door key in his pocket,"I'm just keeping him there until the doctor arrives"

"Doctor?" Taehyung perked up and glanced back at Namjoon,"For what?"

"I know that you're good at math, the amount that you calculated was correct but none of us are doctors and we don't know how his body is coping with the drug right now, it's best to get him checked out by a doctor" Namjoon explained and patted Taehyung's shoulder

"It wouldn't really put a good impression on the doctor if he has to go to the basement to check his patient, right?" He asked with a hint of mirth in his eyes,"Go to your bed now, it's really late, Tae"

"I..." Taehyung started to speak but stopped abruptly.

Namjoon rose an questioning brow at that behaviour,"Is there something you wanna tell me?"

Taehyung looked down at the floor before taking a deep breath and gazing up at Namjoon,"Hyung, I wanna see Jimin before going to bed" He finally conjured up the courage to say it on Namjoon's face.

If Namjoon was upset with the request Taehyung just made, he did a darn well job at hiding it.

"Very well, do as you please, goodnight, Taehyung" Greeting him a good night's sleep, Namjoon stepped away from the door and walked away, heading towards his bedroom.

Taehyung sighed as he stood in the empty hallway before trudging towards the stairs leading him to the ground floor.

Now, standing in front of the door of the basement, Taehyung mastered up the courage and confidence to face Jimin.

After doing all those things with Jungkook, willingly, he felt the self disgust bubbling at the pit his stomach.

He wanted to be confident, cunning, strong but as soon as he grabbed the knob of the door his facade slid away.

With quivering breaths leaving his mouth he softly rested his head against the door and closed his eyes.

"Look at me, doing all those things behind his back and then running right back to him because of guilt, how pathetic..." He whispered at he laughed at himself, at his misery and misfortune.

A few tears rolled down his cheek as he tried his best not to let those heart wrenching sobs roll out of his lips, biting down on his lower lips with all his might while doing so.

He spent a few minutes leaning against the door, trying to collect the shattered pieces of his dignity, self respect and his facade.

"I need to see him" Taehyung whispered, almost trying to convince himself which was seconds away from running into his bedroom and hiding under the blankets in shame.

"I need to" He whispered, letting a sob out in the process,"I need him" He whimpered, finally twisting the knob of the door and swinging it open.

There in the far end side of the room, was Jimin, sitting in that exact same position, except his head was handing low.

Maybe he was sleeping? Taehyung wondered as he walked down the metal stairs.

It wasn't too cold or too warm, it was just the right amount of chilly warmth in Daegu that day.

Getting on his knees, Taehyung gently cupped Jimin's face and lifted it up.

Frown started to appear in Taehyung face as he observed all the little cuts and bruises forming in Jimin's angel like face.

"Hyung, must have been very rough on you, Jimin" He whispered as his thumbs caressed Jimin's cheeks.

Taehyung's eyes flickered from Jimin's closed puffy eyes to his lips.

His lips which were busted, dried blood lingering in the corner.

Taehyung's frowning eyes slowly started to relax as he leaned closer and gave Jimin a light peck on the lips.

"Am I creepy for trying things out with you when your sleeping?" Taehyung asked as he sat down on the floor in front of Jimin and scooted closer to hug him.

Resting his head on Jimin's shoulder, he wrapped his arms around Jimin and signed in contentment.

"I can't tell anymore, I have lost the sight of who I am and how things work" He whispered, nuzzling his head in the crook of Jimin's neck,"That's why please bear with me" Taehyung asked, knowing very well he wouldn't receive an answer.

Originally, Taehyung had only planned on spending a few minutes there but he couldn't tell when his eyes got droopy in the embrace and he ended up falling asleep while hugging Jimin.

Namjoon gritted his teeth as he took in the sight in front of him and closed the door.

Jimin's words from earlier came flowing back to him, only agitating him further.
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"In the end he'd always return to me"
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"Because I'm his home"
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Namjoon cursed under his breath and walked away from the scene, he had an doctor to receive anyway.
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A/n :- Sup guys~? I'm preparing the answers for the Q&A so don't worry, everyone's question will be answered
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But thank you guys for all those questions, I've never received so many,  wow I feel overwhelmed UwU

Also someone in the last chapter asked about a picture of Taehyung's red robe before Taekook had the kinky food play in the kitchen so here it is :-

Question of the chapter :-

Why do you think Namjoon is treating Jimin and Jungkook differently?

Thank you very much for reading, voting and commenting until now guys!

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