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Jungkook's eyes fluttered open gently, as a pained groan escaped his lips upon sensing the throbbing bruise on the back of his head. 
                          
The first thing he noticed when his vision adjusted was the chair he was tied to, and when he lifted his head slightly, there stood the double doors leading to the outside world. 
                          
Jungkook struggled in his seat, his biceps tensing within the ropes that were wrapped around his entire body. He cursed under his breath. 
                          
He had to get out of here, he had to avenge Felix-
                          
He suddenly snapped his head to the side at the sound of quiet footsteps shuffling behind him, and a familiar figure entered his vision. 
                          
"Taehyung?" He wheezed, out of breath and dazzled. His stomach sank in disbelief and heartbreak. 
                          
"Don't take it personally, Kookie." Taehyung mumbled, hanging his arms by his sides as he kept his expression blank. 
                          
How could he not take it personally? He had an idea why Taehyung was doing this, but he didn't want his theory to be true. 
                          
Out of all of the members of BTS, Taehyung was the one he was closest to, as they were both the younger ones. 
                          
But this wasn't the Taehyung he knew and loved as a brother.
                          
Jungkook noticed the object in his hand as his eyes trailed down.
                          
His breath hitched.
                          
"Is that gasoline?" He choked out, his eyes narrowing into a glare. 
                          
Taehyung ignored his question and threw the bottle next to him, cracking his knuckles and tilting his head. 
                          
"Why are you doing this, Tae?" Jungkook asked weakly, feeling hopeless in such a situation. 
                          
Taehyung chuckled darkly.
                          
"Because you stole him from me." He growled, walking towards the tied male slowly. His glare hardening the closer he got. 
                          
"I thought you were happy for us, you said you'd let Felix go." Jungkook hissed, leaning forward to adjust his position.
                          
Taehyung rolled his eyes. 
                          
"And you actually believed me? So naive." He tutted, halting his steps in front of the younger male. 
                          
"It's not my fault he never loved you." 
                          
Taehyung couldn't control himself in that moment, and landed a hard punch to Jungkook's stomach. Blood flew out of his mouth and he coughed violently. 
                          
With gritted teeth and red clouding his vision, he threw his fist into his cheek and nose, landing punch after punch in every place visible to his eyes. 
                          
Jungkook's body was limp and bruised, cuts littered his face. He was surrounded by his own puddles of blood. 
                          
Taehyung kneeled down in front of him, a sick grin covering his handsome features as he gripped Jungkook's chin harshly and slammed their lips together. 
                          
Jungkook kicked his ankles roughly as Taehyung bit his lips until they bled, and he pulled away, wiping his lips in disgust. 
                          
"You're crazy." Jungkook seethed. His hair covering the tears pooling in his eyes.
                          
Taehyung laughed loudly, bringing out a match and lighting it smoothly.
                          
"Go die in the fires of hell, Jungkook."
                          
The match slipped from his fingers.