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Trapped

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Human!Reader (feat. Namjoon)

Genre: Supernatural! AU, Angst, if you squint you might be able to make out the slightest hint of Fluff

Warnings: explicit language, violence/torture, mentions of blood and death

Word Count: ~6k

You and Yoongi were polar opposites, and yet you complemented each other perfectly. You were the light to his darkness, the innocence to his corruption, the humanity to his animosity. Before you, he was driven by his own feral nature, a king of his own world, reigning over the demons of the night.

But then you entered his life and everything changed. He no longer wanted to feast on the innocent or lure them back to his lair for the other members of his clan to enjoy. For the first time since his death, he felt warmth in his chest, the warmth of pure and true love. It was more addicting than the taste of blood had ever been. He wanted nothing more than to escape his reality and be with you. Which was exactly what he did.

Yoongi thought about you as he was stuck between the state of consciousness and unconsciousness. How your heart skipped a beat when you looked at him. How warm and soft your lips were when they pressed against his. How dearly he wanted to protect you. How easily breakable you were. How deliciously tempting your heartbeat sounded. How warm and delectable your blood would be, gushing through his lips and down his throat...

A sharp slap across his face brought Yoongi back to reality. He was in a damp and dimly lit room, strapped to a chair. He was weak and dizzy from hunger, his throat dry and scratchy. His head was throbbing and his muscles were aching. How long have I been left here to dry out? he asked himself.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t our old friend Min Yoongi. How have you been... brother?” a shadow stepped into view, but Yoongi didn’t need to see it to know whose voice that was. It was Kim Namjoon, his old friend and mentor, his blood-brother, as they used to call themselves. He was the one who had blooded Yoongi hundreds of years ago, who helped him through his transformation and taught Yoongi everything he needed to know about being a vampire. Together, they had built up one of the biggest, most powerful clans in the world.

Yoongi tilted his head back to look at Namjoon. His eyes were cold but they hinted at feelings of disgust and betrayal. Yoongi knew it was directed at him, and he understood why. He left his clan to be with a mortal, an unthinkable act that would have left him shunned from the vampire community if they found out. He thought he made sure not to leave any clues as to why he left and where he had gone, but the look on Namjoon’s face made it clear he hadn’t been careful enough.

Yoongi tried clearing his throat but his words still came out in a rasp. “I’ve been doing really good up until now. Don’t suppose I could get a drink, could I? I’m feeling a bit… parched.”

Namjoon gave him a small smirk. “You like it? I’m quite pleased with the result. You look about as dry as a piece of paper in the desert. My boys did good work draining you. We’ve even been experimenting with vervain, injecting it into your system. Dried you out in just a few hours. You must feel like you haven’t eaten in months, when in reality you’ve only been here for a good two days. You must be feeling dreadful,” he flashed a sadistic smile Yoongi’s way.

Yoongi pondered at the information. Vervain wasn’t exactly lethal to vampires but it did hurt and weaken them, which made it the perfect tool for torture. He had used it a number of times to punish or coerce information out of rival clan members. But he had never thought injecting it would have such an effect in such a short amount of time. If he weren’t the one in the sticky situation, he’d be impressed.

“What do you want from me, Namjoon? Information? Revenge? I’m not part of any clan anymore so you’re not going to get anything useful out of me,” Yoongi rasped.

“I’m giving you the chance to redeem yourself, to reclaim your spot in the clan, by my side, without any repercussions,” Namjoon slowly delivered.

Yoongi hesitated. In all his years, he had never seen Namjoon be as generous to a traitor as him. There must be a terrible catch, Yoongi thought, nervously tugging at his restraints. As he contemplated various ways Namjoon would make him suffer, a brief vision of you flickered before his eye. His heart sunk at the thought. Y/N, Yoongi began internally, I never thought this would be the end. If I had known I would never see you again I would’ve told you how much you meant to me more often.

Yoongi shook his head to clear his thoughts. He couldn’t let Namjoon see any signs of weakness or otherwise that could be used against him in the future. “I’m not buying it, old friend. I betrayed you, left the clan without a single word. There’s no way our brothers would accept me back, least of all you. Not without ensuring that the rest of my unending life would be spent in agony or enslavement. Or, knowing you, probably both,” Yoongi retorted.

Namjoon chuckled, “You’re right, the others won’t accept you back easily. You’ll likely be spending a few decades scoping out fresh meat for us. Maybe even spying on other clans. Nothing too... extreme. As hurt as they were to lose one of their leaders, I gave them a reason to be lenient with you.”

“And... what would that be?” Yoongi asked, dreading the answer.

“You were in love,” Namjoon flashed a toothy grin, a knowing look in his eyes giving Yoongi the confirmation he had feared. He knew. “Your love for this… human,” Namjoon continued, “led you to stray from your path to greatness. You were under their spell, tricked into believing that love and humanity would give your soul peace! Or, at least, that’s what I made them believe,” Namjoon whispered in Yoongi’s ear.

Yoongi turned to glare at Namjoon. It disgusted him to listen to him talk of love and human compassion as if it were beneath him, as if they were inferior concepts. He knew it wasn’t the case. In fact he felt stronger since being with you than before he had met you. But he knew no one in his clan would understand, not when Namjoon is in charge.

“If you hurt Y/N... No, if you even come near them, I will rip your head off. I don’t care if I have to fight my way through the whole clan, I won’t stop until I have your head,” Yoongi growled, hatred bubbling up deep inside him.

Namjoon sneered, “Struck a nerve there, did I? Don’t worry, I won’t lay a hand on your little love affair. You have my word. I would much rather see you agonize over your lost love than anything else. Is there a worse fate than knowing the one that completes you will never enter your life again? I think not.”

Yoongi silently agreed and let his head drop down, defeated. He felt Namjoon loosen his bounds, his instincts telling him to fight him off and escape, to find you and run away, as far away as possible. But he knew it was futile. He was as dried out as can be, with nowhere near enough energy to flee, let alone fight. He let himself be dragged up from out of the chair and onto his feet.

“Come with me,” Namjoon said, grabbing Yoongi by the arm. “Now that you’ve accepted your fate, it’s time for you to feed. I had the boys prepare someone just for you.”

Yoongi kept his head down as Namjoon dragged him through a dark corridor, his muscles aching with every step he took. He heard Namjoon open up a door and push him through the opening, causing him to land on the floor.

“Enjoy your meal,” Namjoon said through a sinister smirk before slamming and locking the door behind him.

Yoongi pushed himself up to his knees ever so slowly, steadying himself as the hunger made his head spin. The room was dimly lit by a couple of torches and a roaring fireplace on the opposite side of the room. It was scarcely furnished with only a couch, coffee table and a mirror. Very typical for the various feeding rooms Namjoon had.

He was startled by a rustling coming from the couch and watched as a hooded figure sat itself up. His stomach growled as he listened to their heartbeat. The burning wood masked their scent but he could only imagine how satisfying their blood would satiate his hunger. How deliciously warm, smooth and salty it would be. He felt himself salivating as he dragged himself up to his feet and made his way towards the figure. Just as he was a few feet away, the figure spoke up, causing him to stop dead in his tracks, his blood running cold with dread.

“Hello? Who’s there?” the figure asked. “I was told not to take this hood off and I don’t know why but for some reason I can’t will myself to take it off myself. Could you please help me?”

Yoongi didn’t dare trust his ears. He strode over to face the figure and reached for the hood, his hand shaking. No, he thought as he grasped the cloth. Please don’t let it be-

He took the hood off in one swift motion and fell back onto the coffee table in shock. Sitting before him, in a feeding room in Namjoon’s dungeon, as his intended meal, were you, the love of his life.

It took your eyes a few moments to adjust to the dim lighting, but you couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw Yoongi sitting before you. You had been so terribly alone and afraid the past couple of days. Afraid of what your captors had in store for you, afraid for Yoongi and if you would ever see him again. And now, it was as if the universe had answered your prayers.

“Oh Yoongi!” you cried out, jumping into his arms, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. Overwhelmed with emotions, you let out a quiet sob into his chest. He wrapped his arms instinctively around your waist, pulling you in closer to him.

His mind was in a haze and he could feel himself giving into his animalistic side, even though his humanity was screaming at him to resist the temptation. Your scent was engulfing him, the most delectable scent he had ever smelt, and it made his stomach growl in hunger. He could feel his fangs growing as he moved his hand up your back to pull back some strands of hair to reveal your neck. Your pulse rang louder and louder in his ear with each passing beat, drowning out your own sobs until all he could hear was your beating heart. He closed his eyes and moved his head down to your neck until his lips touched your skin.

Just one taste, his mind growled. I can stop myself at any time.

You won’t, whispered a tiny voice in the back of his head. You’ll suck them dry and tear their body into shreds just because of the bloodlust.

I want it. I NEED it, insisted his mind. Yoongi opened his mouth slightly and flitted his tongue across the spot of your neck, relishing the taste and what was yet to come.

Not Y/N, the voice said. You swore it would never be them. Not your one, true love! NOT Y/N!!

Yoongi pushed your sobbing body off of him and flitted across the room, forcing the demon within back down and hoping that the space between you would help him regain some self-control. He looked up to see his reflection staring back at him, his eyes cold and dark as the night. He tried to change them back to normal but they stayed a menacing obsidian, a sign that his demon was lurking just beneath the surface.

“Yoongi,” he heard your voice speak up, but he did not dare turn around to face you. “What’s wrong?” He heard you getting up and start making your way towards him.

“Stay back!” he barked, causing you to stay still. He felt himself shake through all the tension. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.

“You could never hurt me, Yoongi,” you smiled and he could hear that innocent smile in your voice.

“I’m not myself right now Y/N,” he started. “They dried me out, I’m starving. All I can think about is feeding, feasting upon your blood. It’s taking all of my willpower not to give into those primal instincts.”

“In that case,” you strode forward to stand beside Yoongi, pushing your sweater up along your arm, “drink from me.” You stretched your shaking arm out as an invitation to Yoongi, which he grabbed with lightning speed while pushing you up against the wall. Your heart beat rapidly but you tried not to show your fear as you took in his wild features, his true vampiric form he had tried so hard to keep hidden from you. Feeling his iron grip on your wrist and staring into his dark, cold eyes made you feel like a prey caught by its predator.

Yoongi’s face was contorted as he wrestled with his desire to drain you and his fear of losing you and the last shred of humanity he had left. He ran a finger up and down your forearm, eyes locked on the beautiful blue vein lying just beneath the surface of your skin. “I don’t trust myself to stop,” he whispered.

“Then I’ll trust you enough for the both of us,” you said, your voice shaking in fear even though you truly did trust Yoongi with your life. Perhaps you never expected it to be this literal, taken to such extremes.

“That is an incredibly foolish thing to say, my love,” he chuckled, his voice so low you barely recognized it. He pressed his lips on your forearm, taking in your scent and warmth as his fangs grew, ready to dig into his meal.

And yet, just as he was about to feast, Yoongi heard something that made him stop in his tracks. A small falter in your heart, fear gripping you as your body awaits its last moments. Yoongi was hungry, starving even, but more than that he felt ashamed that he was about to feed from you, imagining himself sucking you dry. He was angry at himself for not keeping you safe and seething with rage at Namjoon for putting himself in this situation. He looked up into the mirror behind you and was repulsed by his reflection.

He pushed himself off of you and grabbed the mirror, throwing it across the room, causing the glass to shatter. One less way he could be reminded of who he truly was. He ran to the door and threw himself against it, grunting in pain while the door didn’t even budge. “Namjoon!” Yoongi cried out. “You bastard, you said you were going to keep them out of it! You gave me your word that you wouldn’t lay a hand on them!”

Your heart ached to see Yoongi in such distress but as much as you wanted to get up and put your arms around him, comfort him in his time of need, your body wouldn’t will itself to get up. As far as your instincts were concerned, Yoongi was the predator and you were his prey. You began backing yourself into a corner, making yourself as small as possible, fear taking over your entire body.

From outside the room, you heard a chuckle, the sound so low it could’ve been mistaken for a growl. "Oh Yoongi. You know I'm a man of my word. I never laid a hand on them, I merely gave them a taste of my manipulation powers. Jungkook on the other hand..." Namjoon trailed off, giving Yoongi some time to let that bit of information sink in.

Jungkook had been one of Yoongi's first transformations he had done alone. He hand-picked him, treated him like a younger brother. This is how he repays me? Yoongi thought, the feeling of betrayal mixing in with his feelings of hunger, rage and desperation.

"But that's neither here nor there," Namjoon began, snapping Yoongi back to reality. "It would appear as though love has made you quite gullible. Did you really think I was going to let your little love story end with you leaving and never seeing them again? No, that would be ... extremely unsatisfying. It would torture you much more knowing that the love of your life died because of your bloodlust," Namjoon said.

Yoongi slammed his fist against the door in rage, though in his hungered state, it barely made a sound. "You sick, twisted bast-"

"Oh, how you would be plagued with nightmares for the rest of your miserable life!" Namjoon interrupted, the sound of glee clear in his voice. "Nowhere to hide from your guilt or your sorrows. Not even your dreams can save you from your cursed existence!"

You felt tears prick at your eyes. You were unsure if it was out of fear for what was inevitably going to come or out of sadness because your time with Yoongi had been cut far too short. "This isn't fair," you cried. "How could anyone be so heartless, so cruel, so..." You trailed off, struggling to find the accurate words to describe Namjoon.

"Oh sweetheart," Namjoon's condescending tone rang through the room. "You don't get to the level of power that I have by being fair or having a soul. Although I don't expect you to understand that. You have far too much empathy inside of you to not be considered anything other than a delicious meal for one. Which reminds me," Namjoon turned on his heel and took a few steps away from the door. "You shouldn't keep your guest waiting any longer Y/N. He's absolutely famished. Why don't you help ease his hunger by letting him see his meal properly," Namjoon's voice faded away.

You barely heard Yoongi shout for his former mentor as your body began to move of its own accord. You watched in horror as your hand reached for a nearby shard of glass. You tried to stop yourself from piercing your skin with the sharp edge but you felt like a puppet and someone else was pulling at your strings. You felt a small prick and your eyes were met with a trail of blood running down your arm. You whispered out Yoongi's name in panic as you tossed the shard away from you.

The smell of blood hit Yoongi before he could even turn around to see it. The smell was so faint in comparison to the burning wood inside the room, but Yoongi's hunger enhanced the scent so much that it was all he could smell. He couldn't stand the hunger anymore as he let his inner demon guide him to you, kneeing down in front of your shaking figure, too scared to run and too weak to fight.

He took your wrist in his hand, his grip tight so that you couldn't pull away but gentle enough that he didn't hurt you. Slowly, he brought your arm closer to his mouth, his eyes following the trail of blood to its source. His eyes were completely black and his fangs were peaking out from under his upper lip. He seemed to be hesitant, like he was having an internal battle on whether or not he should do this. Or maybe the Yoongi you knew and loved wasn't even there anymore and you were trapped with the demon he had fought so hard to keep inside, a demon that wanted to relish this triumphant moment for as long as possible.

Yoongi bent forward and slowly licked the stray blood from your arm, locking eyes with you as you stared at him with a look of horror and defeat. Once your arm was clean he closed his eyes and threw his head back as he growled in satisfaction, so soft it could've been a pur. "You taste even more delicious than I ever imagined, my beloved," he whispered, looking into your eyes with hunger and desire. You could've sworn you also saw a hint of remorse beneath those dark eyes, as if the real Yoongi were sitting behind them, forced to watch this scene play out, unable to help.

He looked back down at your arm, fresh blood pooling out from the wound. "I need more," he growled. In a flash he covered the spot with his mouth, testing the skin with his tongue before biting down to gain even more access to your veins and the sustenance they held. You gasped as he bit you, more out of shock than in pain. You kept your breathing steady as he fed from you, amazed at how gentle and in control of his body he seemed to be. He took his time, savouring every drop and not letting a single one go to waste.

You soon felt your body grow cold and fuzzy, your head starting to spin as the dimly lit room seemed to grow even darker. "Yoongi," you shakily said, not knowing if he was even mentally aware of your words anymore. "I love you," you whispered before falling unconscious, your body slumping towards his.

Yoongi snapped out of his haze as soon as he felt you fall forward. He put a protective arm around you as he lick his lips, gulping down the remaining blood in his mouth. His breathing was heavy but he felt the fog of hunger leave his body, his thoughts becoming clearer and his body more energized.

"Y/N?" Yoongi turned his attention to you. "Darling?" he shook your body slightly when he received no response. Had he drank too much of your blood? Time had seemed to stand still as he fed from you, so he had no idea how much he had taken from you. He hadn't drained you fully, this much he knew. There was still blood pooling out from your bite wound.

He gathered up some of his saliva to heal your cut so that you wouldn't lose any more blood, ignoring the demon inside of him telling him to empty you out completely, trying to convince him that he wasn't satiated yet. He loosened his grip on your wrist to feel for your pulse while he healed you, also listening intently for a heartbeat. He smiled when he both heard your heart and felt your pulse. It was weak, but he didn't kill you, even when his very instinct told him to after being completely dried out.

Yoongi took you in his arms and got up, lifting you up alongside him. His body still felt sore and he swayed a little from side to side before straightening himself out, but he no longer felt as though his body was screaming at him in pain. Even though he didn't have to willpower to stop on his own, he was still proud of himself for snapping out of his haze so quickly and regaining control of his body. He brought you over to the couch, propping your feet up on some pillows so that the blood could flow easier to your brain. He looked at your figure for a few moments, smiling to himself as he watched your chest bob up and down as you took slow, deep breaths. He took your hand in his as he stared deep into the fire place next to him, wondering what he should do next.

Namjoon would only let him out if you were dead, but that wasn't an option here. He was going to have to escape this lair with you and most definitely fight off the vampires guarding the two of you. Yoongi knew he was in no condition to fight off hordes single-handedly. He was strong, yes, in control of his body, yes, but close combat would be too much for him, especially with his bare hands. Yoongi was a skilled fighter and under normal circumstances he could easily take on a group of ten clan members without sustaining any injuries. But these were far from normal circumstances, so Yoongi would have to be sneaky, take lesser travelled paths, maybe find a makeshift weapon.

Yoongi noticed an iron poker next to the fire place. He got up and took it in his hands, testing the way it moves and feels. He slashed through the air a few times. It seemed easy enough to control, it didn't feel off-center and the point was sharp enough to do some damage. This will have to do, he thought, smiling to himself.

Just then, he heard you stir on the couch, a soft moan escaping your lips as you brought a hand towards your head. Yoongi knelt down beside you and stroked your cheek, greeting your fluttering eyes with a smile. "Yoongi," you whispered. "Am I in heaven?" you asked, staring into those soft brown eyes that you fell in love with years ago.

Yoongi chuckled, giving you a small peck on the lips. "No my love. I'm afraid we're still very much in hell. But don't worry, I'll get us out of here," he reassured you.

You tried sitting up but fell back down onto the cushions as a wave of dizziness hit you. Yoongi placed a soft hand on your chest. "Don't push yourself too soon. Stay here and rest up. I'll take care of the guards by the door and scope out the vicinity. I'll come get you once I know it's safe." Yoongi got up and walked to the door, shushing your protests in the process.

"Is anybody out there?" Yoongi asked, his voice a low growl as he mimicked his bloodthirsty self.

"What do you want Yoongi?" a new voice replied. You assumed it belonged to one of the guards.

"I'm done with my meal. I'd like to come out and speak to Namjoon. See if he'd like to join me for seconds," Yoongi answered, gaining a few chuckles from the two guards outside.

"The boss was right. One good meal and you'll be back to the same old Yoongi we know and fear. Hang on, I'll open the door right away," the second guard said, looking through his keys to find the lock's matching pair. Yoongi gripped the poker tight in his right hand, readying himself to pounce on the nearest guard.

You closed your eyes as the door opened, afraid to watch the encounter. You heard one of the guards gasp as Yoongi plunged his weapon into the man's heart while the other let out a startled scream at the sudden attack. Fearing Yoongi's wrath, he turned to run away from the scene but Yoongi grabbed him and broke his neck in a swift movement. Everything went quiet as Yoongi listened for signs of someone coming to check up on the guards. Pleased with himself, he dragged the guard with the broken neck inside and laid him down next to his stabbed partner.

You opened your eyes and propped yourself up on one arm, looking at the two men, feeling both horror and relief at the sight of their still bodies. "Are they dead?" you asked Yoongi, who was wiping the blood off of the iron poker on one of the guards shirts.

"Well... Yes and no. Iron can't kill a vampire, even if it goes straight through the heart. And a broken neck will fix itself up in minutes to hours, depending on how strong the vampire is. Let's just say they are... incapacitated," Yoongi smiled.

You returned his smile with a weak one yourself and tried sitting up slowly. The room was still spinning but you didn't feel like you were going to faint again. Yoongi came over and put an arm around your waist. "Can you stand?" he asked. You nodded and stood up with Yoongi's help, falling back slightly into his arm as your body felt fuzzy once more. You took a few deep breaths as you steadied yourself and let the wave of dizziness pass.

"I don't know if we'll get very far with me like this, Yoongi," you said quietly. Yoongi squeezed you in reassurance.

"If push comes to shove I'll carry you out of here," he kissed your temple.

He guided you through the door and closed it behind him, locking the guards inside. The corridor was about as dimly lit as the room in which you were held captive, torches illuminating the path every now and then. You held tightly onto Yoongi as you made your way down the hall, trying not to make a sound so as to not alert anyone of your attempted escape.

Yoongi was slightly irritated at the silence around him. Even if no one was in the feeding chambers, which was a rarity considering the size of Namjoon's clan, he would still normally be greeted with the sounds of music above him or chatter throughout the lair. The place seemed deserted but Yoongi couldn't believe that to be the case, not with his old friend pulling the strings. Maybe the hunger has affected my hearing, Yoongi thought, looking back at the direction you came from. We'll just have to be extra careful not to get ambushed.

Yoongi successfully guided you through multiple corridors without even so much as hearing another vampire. Just as Yoongi was starting to feel at ease, he heard a group of four talking just around the corner. He helped you lean against the wall of the corridor and signaled to you to wait there for him. With a quick peck on the lips, he went around the corner to confront the others.

The vampires were new to the clan, having been transformed just a couple of weeks before Yoongi left everything behind to be with you. They were caught by surprise as they saw the infamous Min Yoongi walk towards them. Before any of them could react, Yoongi had knocked out the one closest to him with one swing of his iron rod. Seeing his friend on the ground, the next vampire growled at Yoongi before lunging at him. Yoongi smiled as he swing the poker like a sword, stabbing his attacker clean through his chest. He tried pulling his weapon out of the body but it wouldn't budge. The third vampire used this opportunity to attack Yoongi but he jump-kicked the assailant in the chest, knocking the wind out of him as he crashed into the wall. Before he could regain his composure, Yoongi took his weapon, body and all, and pinned the other vampire to the wall along with his already stabbed comrade.

With one vampire to go, Yoongi cracked his knuckles, readying himself for a short fist fight. Before Yoongi could even take a step forward, the last vampire turned around and fled the scene, saying he'd better tell Namjoon about this. "Fuck," Yoongi said, running back to get you.

Yoongi scooped you into his arms. "We're almost at the exit but we gotta make a run for it my love," he said, running past the defeated vampires in a flash. You grabbed onto his neck as he rounded a few corners in a hurry.

You heard him let out a sigh of relief as he saw the bright light of the outside greet him at the exit. He ran through the foyer and out the open doors, into the sunlight, only to be stopped short by the agonizing pain of the rays. You fell out of his arms as he dropped to his knees, his screams of agony as he felt as though he was being cooked alive hurting you more than the fall. You looked at Yoongi as he scrambled back inside, out of the sun's harmful waves.

Yoongi felt around on his chest but couldn't find what he was looking for. "My amulet! It's gone!" he exclaimed. The amulet was enchanted and allowed him to roam the day freely without having to worry about turning into a pile of ash. He can't remember taking it off. Did it fall off during the fight? he asked himself.

A menacing yet all too familiar chuckle brought him out of his thoughts. "Looking for this?" Namjoon asked, holding up a silver necklace with a big sapphire in the middle. "You didn't think I was going to let you escape that easily, did you? Tsk, and you didn't even finish your meal. Have we forgotten everything that I taught you?" Namjoon shook his head in feigned disappointment.

Yoongi looked back at you, the panic in his eyes startling you. "Y/N! Run away as fast as you can and as far as your legs will take you! I'll find a way out of here and I'll come find you! I promise, no, I swear I'll find my way back to you!" Yoongi yelled, unable to mask the shaking in his voice.

You scrambled up, rubbing the side that hit the ground as a dull pain ran through your body. You looked back at Yoongi, tears threatening to surface while you wished you could help him. "Yoongi," you said. "I-"

"I know. I do too," he said, a single tear sliding down his cheek.

You took a few steps back, building up the courage to look away from Yoongi and run away, but you suddenly felt two strong arms grab you.

"Jungkook! What are you doing?" Namjoon asked, surprised at the boy's sudden appearance.

"Taking matters into my own hands, it seems. And finishing what Yoongi couldn't," Jungkook flashed his blood brother a smirk before he tossed you over his shoulder and flitted away.

"No! Jungkook!! Come back here!" Yoongi leaped to his feet and started running after him before being thrown back in pain once more from the sizzling sun rays.

Namjoon hovered over Yoongi, a devilish smirk painted on his lips. "Jungkook is always full of surprises. Come to think of it, so are you. I guess he takes after his creator." He knelt down beside Yoongi, who was lying flat on his back, allowing his burnt flesh to heal itself while accepting defeat. "I'm impressed that you managed to refrain yourself from killing your lover, especially after being so dried out. Looks like you gained a lot of humanity while you were under the living. I'm looking forward to torturing every last bit of it out of your system."

He signaled for two guards. "Take him to my favorite room," he winked and watched the two drag a resigned Yoongi down the hall. "You could've taken the easy route, brother!" he shouted after him. "Instead you not only doomed yourself to a lifetime of misery but you'll also be fully responsible for whatever happens to your beloved! Draining them would've been the more merciful thing to do and I'm sure Jungkook will do everything he can to make them curse the day they ever met you!"

Namjoon's words rang in Yoongi's ears. "Y/N," was all he could muster as he was dragged down several steps, never did he think he would end up on the receiving end in Namjoon's personal torture chambers. But that idea was the farthest from his mind at the moment. Tears were flowing freely as Yoongi feared what might happen to you, devastated that you had come so close to escaping only to be captured once more.

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