34 ⋆ Tears

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Jungkook's POV

Everything was destroyed.

Living room? Wrecked. Bedroom? Trashed. Kitchen? Mutilated.

I sat on my knees heaving in and out, my fists bloody and ripped open after coming in contact with wood, glass, and wall. I quickly placed my head in my hands and sobbed for a long time, his terrified face and cries of my name flashing through my mind.

"Oh, moon goddess." I whimpered to myself, looking up at the ceiling as hot tears rolled down my face. He was gone and wasn't responding through the link meaning he was either unconscious or worse, but I assumed the first as I hadn't felt any intense pain. The mating mark would sting and burn incredibly hot, but for now, there was nothing.

The image of him screaming flashed over and over in my mind, making me angry. I quickly clambered to my feet and looked around through sore eyes at the ravished home caused by my rage.

I dragged my heavy feet up the stairs, passing crushed picture frames and shards of glass. The bedroom, already torn apart by Donghae and his minions, met my red eyes as I walked inside slowly and stopped.

Anyone could tell they were looking for something intensely. My something. My Jimin.

Tears started once more in my eyes as I looked at the closet door which hung flimsily on its hinges after being flung open.

His scent lingered from within, causing my feet to move and my heart to sway. My fingers gently reached up and touched his mark on my neck, a sense of security flooding me as I stepped into the closet and saw the pile of my clothes immediately to my right. He had tried to hide himself in my clothes.

"Good boy," I whispered proudly, bursting into tears immediately as I fell to my knees and picked up my clothes in my arms.

"You tried to cover your scent, didn't you?" I questioned the empty closet, hoping he would answer somehow. Gently, I raised one of my sweatshirts, one of his favorites, to my nose and took a deep breath, the faint smell of lavender and vanilla invading my senses. I sniffed and wiped the tears off of my face, pulling the hoodie on quickly overtop my bare chest, feeling just a little bit closer to him.

I rose and walked out of the room, transforming my sadness into anger as I marched out of the house and informed my remaining advisors to meet me at the conference hall, meanwhile looking down at my torn open hands and quickly wiping off the blood.

It didn't take long for everyone to meet; a flurry of angry words, unsure gestures, and defensive comments filling the room as I walked inside to meet them.

They shut up immediately after taking a good look at my red and splotchy face, a result of crying. I walked to the front of the table, my eyebrows furrowed angrily, glancing at Taehyung who stared at me, unsure of what I was about to say. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. My body collapsed in the chair behind me as my hands quickly covered my face, a new rush of sobs coming to me.

My advisor's shifted uncomfortably in the room as they had never seen this vulnerable side of me. Only Jimin had. Jimin. His name made me drag my hands down my face, pulling the skin to a long expression as I looked around at all of them.

I leaned back in my chair further and looked at the center of the table, thinking of what to say first. I took in a deep breath and wiped my eyes, looking around wearily afterward.

"They have Jimin." I finally decided, stating the sentence briefly. A few uneven sighs escaped the men around me as others placed a hand over their mouths in disappointment and disbelief.

"Our goal isn't to stop them from getting our land anymore," I declared, looking up at everyone with vengeful eyes, "It's to murder every single bitch-bred motherfucker in that pack. Men, women, children, I don't give a fuck."

"I want anything that eats, sleeps, and shits to die painfully and slowly. I want you to look in their eyes and watch the life drain from them. I want to hear them scream. I want them dead." I seethed, the room dead quiet and tense. Everyone shifted uncomfortably as my eyes bore holes into the side of their heads.

"Get me a fucking lead on Jimin. Now." I growled, all of the men standing instantly, except for Taehyung, and leaving the room.

I looked at the man next to me who stared at the table, his face emotionless and frozen. "He's not answering through the link?" He asked suddenly, looking at me with red eyes ready to burst any moment with tears.

I shook my head and closed my eyes, letting out a sigh as my mind ran wild. "I haven't felt anything. He isn't dead or hurt."

"So far," Taehyung added. His words made my heart twinge.

I nodded slowly, "So far." I agreed.

"So that could mean one of two things then. He's either unconscious or drugged. Hemlocks you know... the plant medicine that can block anything from transmitting through the mind link. If they put it in his food or water, your words will fall on deaf ears." Taehyung said, looking at me with a pained expression.

I nodded at his words and leaned forward, placing my head in my hands and running my fingers through my hair tiredly. "I don't know what I'd do without him, Taehyung. I love him so much, I..."

I trailed off, lowering my head, "I want more time. I haven't treated him as well as I should have. I've hurt him, I've yelled at him, I've put him in dangerous situations. And I've grabbed him too rough, too tight sometimes even though I know he's human and he could break under the slightest touch. I know that I get angry and I don't express my feelings well and he doesn't know what to do, but I love that he tries, that he hasn't given up on us."

"I love how he plays with my hair when he thinks I'm sleeping and how he lays on my chest and I can hear him breathing. I love how he prefers baths over showers and how he used to work at a job to pay off his student loans for college. I love how he accepted this life and took a chance with me and fell in love with me. I love when I can feel his heartbeat on my skin and when he looks me in the eyes, that it's beating for me."

"I miss his smell already, and the feeling of his skin against mine. I miss how headstrong he is, and how stubborn and independent his personality can be. I love how he still loves me, even though I'm a cold, hard, stupid bastard who never grew up with the ideals to love. I love how he's changing me into a better man. And I love how he puts up a fight. I love how he keeps on trying, no matter what."

"I hate how I did nothing. I hate how I watched him get dragged away, kicking and screaming, crying my name for help. I hate how I didn't get there in time and how I couldn't help him. I hate how he's not here with me right now and how he should be waiting for me in bed when I go home, ready to cuddle up to a movie and make fun of my hair." I stopped, realizing I was rambling on and my cheeks were irritated and inflamed from the amount of tears traveling down them.

I looked over at Taehyung who was staring back, a few tears of his own traveling down his face.

Taehyung hesitantly reached out, but placed his hand overtop mine, making me look up at his wary eyes. "I've known Jimin for a long time. He's never gone down without a fight. Donghae's in for one hell of a challenge with that boy. Jimin's a lot tougher than you think he is. I promise, Jungkook, Jimin is coming back alive."

I nodded at his sincere words and looked down, carefully placing my forehead on the wooden table and closing my eyes. His sweet face against my chest filled my thoughts with warmth. Taehyung let go of my hand and stood, leaving me alone in the room, surrounded in my thoughts.

Jimin? I questioned, testing to see if the mind link was working.

A weak, Jungkook? called back to me, making my eyes widen.

I stood quickly, resting my hands to my mouth in joy, even though I knew he wasn't anywhere close. Jimin, baby, you need to listen to me. Don't eat or drink whatever they feed you. They could block our mind link. If you need to eat or drink, you tell me first so I know, okay? I instructed him hurriedly.

Okay, his weak voice replied.

Are you hurt? Where are you? I asked, sitting back down.

I'm hurt, yes. I'm in an empty shed or something. It's cold. he whimpered. I could tell he was crying.

Okay, Jimin. You just need to stay alive and talk to me, okay? We're coming for you. I told him. He didn't say anything back and when I called his name again and again, there was no reply.

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