Yoongi lays on his bed. Well not his bed, but the cellar's bed. It's already been 24 hours, and nothing has happened, just as he expected it to.

Everyone is so dramatic, it's literally frustrating.

He has been observing Taehyung since the day he laid eyes on that beautiful human being, and even though Taehyung may be a clever fucker from what Yoongi has gathered up, he will never intimidate him.

Yoongi has been through the worse possible things in this life; From being shot many times, others being stabbed, to going through the worse possible torture situations and killing others.

There's nothing this man - or any person in this world - can do that will be anything worse to terrify him.

After a while has passed, Yoongi knows he will get out soon enough and this will all be a problem for them to handle. If it was for him, he would've killed Taehyung by now. Jungkook has grown an insane obsession towards the other male, and he's not letting it go so easily. He wants to know everything about him.

He wants Taehyung to not be a threat, and Taehyung wants Jungkook to chase him with every fiber in his body.

For a second Yoongi feels a sense of pity for his leader; he has never been so emotionally attached to anyone before, if it wasn't to his gang.

Besides his.... Unfortunate lover in the past who betrayed him.

He may have been sexual with others, but he never has been in anything serious besides that fucker, and now with Taehyung.... He so fond of the idea of him.

Now he feels like he found his perfect match.

Yoongi snickers at this, perfect match indeed. They're both stubborn but geniuses. At this point, Yoongi knows Taehyung is just edging Jungkook to insanity. To make him snap.

He wants to see until where Jungkook goes before he gives up because of his complexity, but for Taehyung's luck, Jungkook isn't one to give up so easily.

They would be the worse yet perfect couple that Yoongi have ever encountered with.

With the thought of that circulating his head, he slowly starts to  flutter his eyes close, trying to keep his steady mind at bay, and get some sleep for once. Yoongi rarely rests at all in general, he's always working and studying. Out of everyone, besides his leader, he overworks himself too much.

Maybe some rest now won't do no harm.

But now he can't sleep.

Especially when he feels something wrap around his waist.

Wait... Is that an arm?

Yoongi shoots his eyes open and reluctantly turns his head to the side, coming face to face with the devil himself. Taehyung is laying beside him, eyes closed and a peaceful look on his face as he lays his now mess of pink hair on the pillow.

Almost as if he was sleeping.

"Sleep, I'm tired," Taehyung grumbles, cuddling closer to Yoongi's side.

The other however began to move away from Taehyung, until he felt something pin against his side.

A knife.

"I said sleep," Taehyung growls, instantly making Yoongi stop struggling. He internally begins to shake and try to keep himself steady as the other wraps his arm tighter around his waist.

As sickening as it is, he felt an odd comfort by it.

He's not used to being held.

Or being the small spoon in general....

"You're always working so hard," Taehyung mumbles, runnings his fingers up and down Yoongi's stomach, letting him feel surprisingly even more calmer despite having a knife being pinned against his torso, "Sometimes it's good to take a breather, don't you think?"

Yoongi didn't fight back the scoff, "Not when you're going to kill me."

Taehyung freezes his fingers and gently turns Yoongi around so he can face him, dark eyes staring down at him, "Now who said I was going to kill you?"

For a moment Yoongi was confused, especially by the hurt expression behind Taehyung's eyes.

What's the point in any of this if he isn't going to kill him?

"Then why are you here? You warned Jungkook that something will happen to each of us if he doesn't figure out your identity-"

"Oh that still stands," Taehyung snickers softly, forming a small smile on his lips that made Yoongi's head whirl to how angelic he looks, "But I have my special plans for each of you."

Yoongi slowly licks his lips with a thick gulp sliding down his throat, fluttering his eyes when Taehyung raised a hand and gently caresses his face.

"Don't kill them please, they are all I have left."

Taehyung grins widely, leaning towards the other's face, "Now why would I want to kill my sweet boys?" He taunts, trailing his knife up Yoongi's side until it dug lightly to Yoongi's side, right where his heart is.

"Now sleep kitten."

Jungkook relaxes against the wall, much more in a simpler state of mind now that a full hour has passed after the 24 hour mark and nothing has happened. They still weren't able to find anything on Taehyung, already preparing for the worse but the worse never came.

Taehyung never made an appearance.

Or even bothered to reach out to Jungkook in that case.

"See! I told you nothing was going to happen," Hoseok exasperates from the chair, glancing over at the camera to see Yoongi laying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He's been like this but Jungkook doesn't blame him. He knows how much Yoongi hates this whole entire situation in general. Yoongi likes being able to protect himself and the gang, but not is fond with being locked up for his protection.

Just another hour and they will let him go, just to be safe.

Jimin shakes his head confusingly, "This isn't like him..... He's coming. He's going to come after us," He whispers, moving his chaotic eyes to every camera screen.

Jimin hasn't exactly been the same since him and Taehyung had that little chat. He's urging to kill, badly. Not caring who it is. Namjoon has been able to calm him down a few times during his anger fits, but that still isn't enough to keep him at bay.

Jimin just lost his sanity, completely.

And Taehyung wrapped him around his fingers, and that's what he's going to do with all of them if they don't do what he says.

Seokjin scoffs and stands up from the chair at the corner of the room, "Like hell he is. Look at Yoongi," Jin huffs, all eyes falling to the calm man at the other side of the screen, "He's fine! Probably in the process of going to sleep right now."

Jungkook sighs heavily and continues to stare at the screen. This has been a long 24 hours. He didn't sleep at all, none of them did actually. Maybe Taehyung was only bluffing to get Jungkook riled up.

Too play him.

This all has to be part of his game; make Jungkook go insane and lose track of his gang.

Or maybe he was bluffing.

The thought continued to cruise his head and he relaxed even more, a small smirk forming his lips.

This manipulative boy.

Just as he was mentally set on going to Taehyung's apartment and fucking him up for making Jungkook worry, he noticed something off about on the camera surveilling Yoongi. He slowly pushes himself off the wall and approaches the screen. He stayed there for a moment, observing the video and suddenly his heart stopped beating.

Realization struck him hard.

"This video is a loop record!" Jungkook shrieks and began to type viciously on the computer, removing the loop.

The actual tape made him want to throw up everything he had in his stomach, which wasn't much at all.

Yoongi isn't on the bed.

Without a second thought Jungkook runs out of the room, the rest of his main following behind him. He didn't even take the elevator, taking the stairs instead. The mental image of Yoongi on the screen continues to pulse his legs to sprint faster, panic only growing by the time he reaches the basement. Jungkook sprint down the hallway until he came upon the five guards in front of the metal door.

"Open this door!"

A guard double takes in his presence and bows, "But sir, you said-"

"That's a fucking order!" Jungkook hisses, his heart hammering hard against his chest by now as the guard opens the door and he rushes inside the dark room.

Oh fuck...

Jungkook had to hold himself back from not breaking down crying or throwing anything in his path. Yoongi is hanged up by his wrists with the sheets from the bed against the hinges up at the ceiling, his head limply hanging down, still breathing faintly.

He looks.... Dead.

Like a.... Puppet.

Puppet show.

The remembrance of Taehyung's words only ignited a rage inside Jungkook, his hands balling to a fist. The other boys rushed into the room and Jimin lets out a horrid scream. Hoseok is the first to rush to Yoongi, trying to get him to wake up while Namjoon and Seokjin take him down.

All Jungkook sees is red.

He's so blinded by anger that he can barely breathe at this point.

"H-Hobi," Yoongi mumbles numbly, trying to peel his eyes open, "Don't let him get to you."

The room falls silent, all staring at Yoongi with perplexed eyes. Hoseok furrows his eyebrows and brushes Yoongi's sweaty hair from his eyes, "What are you talking about?"

Jimin reluctantly walks towards Yoongi, eyes trailing to the blood flowing down his left wrist, that was definitely not from the restrains of the bed sheets. Gently he turns Yoongi's wrist and gasps.

That was it for Jungkook.

A surging mix of anger and furry flooded Jungkook's body, causing him to start shaking by now to the harsh carved bloody letters on Yoongi's skin.

J.H.S

Jimin gulps and looks up at Jungkook, "Jung Hoseok.... h-he's next."

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A/N:

Hello Lovelies!!!!!

I'm so sorry I didn't follow through my promise and updated enough chapters. Many things came up all at once, but I'm slowly handling it :)

Thank you so so much for reading lovelies!!! I appreciate this so much, and also for your patience towards me!!

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