Previously...

Taehyung picked up Seokjin's pliant body, easily carrying the thin boy out of the kitchen.

He was leaving behind a mess, but he wasn't worried.

Hoseok would clean it up for him.

Just like he did last time.

He laid Seokjin down across the backseat of his car, knowing the blow to the boys head would leave him knocked out for at least an hour.

Just enough time to bring a few essential supplies from his private practice to a convenient little shack in the woods that Hoseok had told him about.

He wouldn't have to worry about cleaning up the blood afterwards, they could just burn the place down and blame a forest fire, or some punk kids leaving a smoking cigarette unattended.

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It had taken some time and manual labor to move the heavy medical reclining chair from his office to the shack, but it was worth it as he laid Seokjin onto it, strapping the boys ankles and wrists down to the padded surface.

He set up the IV next, carefully inserting in the needle into Seokjin's inner arm, directly into his vein. The drugs would keep him weak, unable move or speak but he would be able to hear and understand what was going on.

While he waited for the boy to wake up, Taehyung turned on the single bulb lamps he had brought and placed a few around the shed so they could see. He studied the pictures and newspaper clippings Yoongi had stuck to the wall, reading the notes the boy had left.

Taehyung smiled at the dedication the boy had to avenging his parents deaths.

He saw the small firepit and gathered a few branches and twigs from outside, pulling out his lighter to warm up the freezing shack.

He had just gotten a small blaze going and was warming his hands up in front of it when he heard soft groaning behind him.

He smirked and straightened up, walking over to the tied up boys side.

"Good morning," he cooed, despite it being evening now. "How did you sleep, beauty?"

Seokjin made a soft noise, slowly blinking his eyes open. They were unfocused, slowly taking in his new surroundings.

Taehyung brushed the boys hair back, inspecting the small cut on his head. "Ah, you'll live. The bleeding stopped on its own."

Still, he grabbed a first aid kit and knelt down, rubbing an alcohol soaked pad over the cut to clean it.

Seokjin whimpered at the pain, but he couldn't move his head away.

"I know there was probably an easier way to get you here." Taehyung hummed as he worked. "But I'm a sucker for the theatrics, and I didn't want to risk anything going wrong. You understand, right?"

Seokjin looked at him, lucidity slowly making his gaze clear. He tried to speak. "T...Tae...h..."

"Shhh," Taehyung placed his finger over the boys lips. "I'm going to do all the talking. You just sit here and enjoy the story, okay?"

He placed a bandaid on the injury and sat back. His gaze lowered, seeing the small blue N on the boys wrist.

He grabbed Seokjin's hand, inspecting the mark.

"Interesting. N standing for Namjoon, I presume? How wonderful you found someone who completes you. I thought I had that. Once."

He dropped the boys hand and stood up. "But that was twelve years ago. Funny how I still haven't moved on."

A soft knock at the door.

"Tae?"

Taehyung grinned walking over to answer it.

"Ah, the rest of the party is here, finally. Come on in boys, you're just in time for the show."