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Love -  is one of the most intense emotions that we experience as humans. It is a variety of different feelings, states and attitudes that range from interpersonal affection to pleasure. Love can be defined as an intense feeling of affection with no limits or conditions for a person. ... Agape: Unconditional or Divine Love.
                          
From that day, two men started to come to my room too. The first one came in the next day, taller then the ones he met, brown hair and muscular. He was there to meet me, and mentally abuse me. He started to say some disgusting things about me, and after he used me..
                          
The other one came the day after, probably the shortest out of all of them, but taller then Jin. He had black hair, and a masculine body. He may look cute and hot, but, he was... so... monstrous. He hurt him. Really hurt him. He was worser then Yoongi. Bruises and blood was all over him, his arms and legs painted purple, back covered in blood, while the red and puffy eyes were filled with tears. His cheeks stained with salty water, and lips quivering. It was totally worse, even worser then Taehyung.
                          
As one week had past like a snail, he was back to being stuck in these four white walls. He felt used, he felt like an actual object. The thought of becoming some kind of activity was not sitting well in his mind. His whole body hurt like hell. He was slowly braking. He was curled into a ball, on the floor, his back right against the white wall. He closed his eyes.



                          
"Mommy, pl-please do-don't be ma-ad.."
The small kid said, standing right next a woman, looking up at the her, while she was looking at a white paper sheet.
"Only A's... but some B's too" she then looked down at the kid with unimpressed eyes.
                          
"Tell me, WHY ARE THERE B'S HERE!" she shouted, her hands crumbling the peace of white. 
                          
The boy was only looking down at his feet, tears falling down.
                          
"Pathetic"



                          
Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic. PATHETIC. He was only useless and pathetic. It was no surprise why his parents hated him. He was absolutely pathetic. His body was shaking like no tomorrow, his eyes opened, all red and puffy. He grabbed his head with his hands, breathing heavily, only mumbling "Pathetic".
                          
He then looked up, eyes all red from the crying and lack of sleep, but still filled with fat tears. His body was shaking intensely, having almost no energy, all bony and bruised. He felt so pathetic and.. useless... he wished to give up, right here and right now. Even though, only one drop of hope was left, his whole mind was killing him. Why can't they just kill him? He was always so useless and pathetic, so there was no use in even living anymore. No one cared for him, no one actually loved him, no one had him feel actually loved and appreciated. He didn't have a meaning in his life anymore.
                          
He then slowly got up, his legs shaking, not being able to hold his body. The now thin legs and thighs were weakly holding on. The male then slowly turned around, now facing the wall. It was so white, too white. He then pressed his forehead to the wall, the warm and cold skin meeting the cold white wall. He closed his eyes, preparing himself to an action he hadn't rethinked of. He started to slam his forehead against the cold wall.



                          
"Jungkook! What's with the banging!" Taehyung yelled from the other end of the corridor, while Jungkook was leaning against the opposite wall of a white door, airpods plugged into his ears as he was nodding his head to the beat. Taehyung saw that the other was listening to music and started to walk towards the younger. As he was getting closer, the banging sound becoming more audible.
                          
The male took notice in that, but was snapped back by someone placing a hand on his shoulder. He lookes back, only to see his leader Namjoon, and Yoongi by his side too. The tallest removed his hand. "What's wrong, Namjoon?" He asked the taller, Namjoon looking at him like he was deaf "Well, I guess me and Yoongi only hear the banging here" he said sarcastically at the younger's question. "Oh, I was about to check on that" the shorter exclaimed, looking over to Yoongi.
                          
"I am kinda thinking it's from room 208." Yoongi said sternly. The three got to the room's door, Taehyung finally getting Jungkook's attention. As they opened the door, they were met with
                          
Nothing.
                          
The room always had nothing, but the sound was close to this room. Namjoon walked in, the banging sound not going away "Umm, so there is nothing in here?" Jungkook said. Namjoon looked back at his members, when suddenly his eyes widened and he ran out of the room, past the three. The members were left dumbfounded, until Namjoon started to unlock the white door.
                          
They finally realised..
                          
As Namjoon opened the door, he was a met with a heartbreaking and broken in general scene. Jin banging his forehead against the wall, blood all over his face, and he was mumbling something. Namjoon ran to the younger and pulled him out of the trance, the other members got in there and was met with a horrible scene. A bloody Jin and a wall the used to be white, now red.
                          
Taehyung walked towards Namjoon, the taller holding the smallest in his arms, wrapped around his petite waist. Jin looked like in a daze, in a whole other world. He looked like... wanting to die... he was breathing heavily and his whole body shaking from the weight that was his fragile and thin frame. "I'll put him in bed, one of you, get our ambulance, and two of you, report this to the others. We will have to settle some things later" Namjoon spoke clearly as he lifted Jin up in bridle style, like some kind of feather, he did weight like a feather. The others in the room were now gone. And Namjoon put Jin in the white bed, blood dripping on the sheets, his eyelids closed and his face filled with blood, sweat and tears.
                          
He sat right next to the now asleep boy. 
                          
What have they done...
                          
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A/N: You see what I did there. Yeah, I put BS&T in this scene. Mmmmm
                          
Jajaja
                          
Sorry for the grammar, I can't really write that great. And sorry for the last chapter, becouse it had some mistakes.