UNWANTED

Chapter 11

Yoongi's POV

It has been three days since I last saw that kid. Namjoon demanded that none of us step foot inside the basement till today when he finally gave me permission to retrieve the boy.

I couldn't help but feel weird around him, his innocent face made my heart jump. Not once in my full life have I ever felt like this.

I scoff to myself, 'you're a killer Yoongi! All you are is a monster that people fear!!'

Walking through the living room, I make my way towards the door of the basement. Jungkook was chilling on the couch, his feet propped up as he lay on his back, staring at the TV in front.

He glances over at me, taking in the small key in my grasp. "Are you gonna go get my princess for me?" He perks up, sitting upright while intensely staring at the small, rusting piece of metal in my hand.

I look down at the key before back at the younger boy, a frown prominent on my face. "Who?" I raise a brow, confused by his words.

He rolls his eyes as though I was idiotic to even ask such a question. "That Taehyung kid, he's mine."

I couldn't help but feel irritated at his accusation. I may be a murderer who wouldn't think twice about killing someone but I do have emotions too...even if they're small.

I rarely ever showed emotions besides anger or boredom but lately since that kid appeared, I've been feeling...different? It's hard to pinpoint exactly what it is.

I ignore a smirking Jungkook, edging my way towards the basement. I slowly unlock the door to come right into contact with complete and utter darkness. My eyes hurt from being unprepared for the black murk. I blink, taking in the awful noise. 'Guess Namjoon wanted to punish them again.' I was used to this since Namjoon prefers mental and emotional abuse towards anyone we abduct.

I sigh, flicking the light switch on, giving off the dim glow that sat over the two cages. My eyes instantly fall onto something that made my blood boil.

There the kid lay, his front facing into the other's cage. That Hoseok guy was positioned on his side, his eyes fixated on the younger's face as he caresses it through the iron bars.

As soon as the lights come on however, his hand flinches away from the kid's face.

I stomp my feet down, making sure to wake the kid up. Which eventually, he does. I watch as he rubs at his tired orbs with the sleeves of the hoodie I gave him. I turn away, my heart hammering in my chest while I click the 'off' button on the device before turning back to the two males in the cages.

The smaller boy was skinny looking, almost as bad as Hoseok now. I move towards his cage, unlocking it before helping him to his feet. "Come on." I mumble, ignoring the glare Hoseok was sending me as I yank the weak boy upstairs.

Taehyung's POV

I could still hear the ringing of the twisted lullabies in my head. The young girl's voice embedded into my mind.

My puny legs give way as I enter into the main hallway. My eyes clam shut while I prepare myself for the impact I was going to make once my face hits the ground.
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However, it never came. My eyes peer open one by one to see pale arms wrapped around my thin torso. My back is facing them while they slowly place me back onto my feet.

I look up to see Yoongi's blank face. His eyes burn into mine till a certain someone appears, forcing us to break contact.

"How's my baby doing?" Jimin smugly grins, his hand stroking my cheek which causing my face to scrunch up with disgust and fear. Jimin leans in, his lips close to mine but someone stops him.