What I would do for you

Chapter 1

NO ONES POINT OF VIEW—

Jungkook coughed up blood as another punch hit his stomach. He was currently tied to a chair in a dark room, with a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and being tortured for information about his mafia gang. He just smiled and looked up at his captors. "Do you really think just because you throw a few punches I'll tell you what you want to know?" He chuckled and shook his head, "you really are more stupid than I thought. I'll never sell out my friends. You'll have to kill me before that would ever happen."

"You little shit!" This time instead of a punch to the stomach he was met with pointy metal rings to the face as another guy hit me. He could already feel the blood dripping down his face as he coughed up more blood. He then heard to sound of a knife being drawn from its case and felt a slight prickling sensation under his chin. "Do you really think that we won't kill you? The only reason why your still alive is because our boss thinks that eventually you'll crack."

"Well, your bitch ass isn't going to make me crack. Gahh! Son of a mother fucking bitch!"
The man had suddenly moved the knife from under his chin and stabbed it into his leg, so that about half the blade was sunk deep into it, and sliced a long gash down his thigh.

"If you wouldn't have stepped in for your little slut of a boyfriend you wouldn't even be here." As the man that stabbed him spoke those words Jungkook snapped. He kicked his foot up and hit his captor's hand that held the knife, making it land by his foot, and threw his head forward, head butting the man. He then took his foot and slid the knife under it to hide it. "You little shit!" The man he had head-butted pulled out his gun and pointed it at him but before he could shoot him in the head the other man pushed his hand and the bullet ended up in his right shoulder.

"Holy shit! Fuck mother fucking ass!" He looked up to see the one man that stopped the bullet from killing him drag the other guy out of the room and slam the door shut. "Stupid idiots. Try tying my feet next time," he mumbled. He then shifted his focus from the door to the knife under his foot. He took his feet and put the knife between them and threw the knife onto his right knee. His hands were tied to the arms of the chair instead of behind him so he was able to grab the knife, with some difficulty, and cut the rope around his right hand. With his right hand free He then cut the rope around his left hand, trying to move his shoulder as little as possible.

He tried to stand, but his leg gave out under him and he fell to the ground. Groaning slightly, he sat up, and using the knife, cut off the sleeve of his dress shirt and tied it around the cut to stop the blood flow. He then stood up, with great difficulty, and limped to the door.

The mafia group that captured him may be smart at fighting sometimes but they are stupid when it comes to hostage situations, he thought. He opened the door, and with the knife handle, hit the back of the man's head, who was guarding the door. He dropped like a log and Jungkook started to search for a weapon. He took his gun from the guard's waistband and when he was about to leave He caught a glimpse of something in the guard's pocket. He reached in his pocket and took it out and realized that it was his phone. "Stupid idiots," he mumbled.

Jungkook then walked to the door down the hall that leads outside. Like I said not very smart. And when he opened the door there were no guards outside. Jungkook and his gang had surveyed this place before and thankfully he had paid attention when they were talking about it. He then started to walk towards the playground a few miles away.

The walk was excruciatingly painful for him as the pain in his leg continuously made itself known. He kept feeling like falling down but He kept going. He eventually made it to the playground and collapsed onto a bench. He started to cry from the pain. He's been trained to be tough in front of his enemies and he's always been good at what he does, but he doesn't like acting like a tough guy all the time. He likes to be taken care of and loved by his hyung's. He took his phone out from his pocket and dialed Namjoons number. It rang only once before he picked up.

"Jungkook oh my god are you ok where are you? What happened?"

"Come to the playground where we always went to as kids." That's all he could manage to say before the phone slipped from his hands and he passed out.

JUNGKOOK'S POINT OF VIEW——

I woke up groaning as I felt the pain in my leg and shoulder come back. It hurt a lot and I started to cry. They were silent tears because I didn't want anyone to hear me. I looked around and saw that I was in my room at the Bangtan mansion. I looked at my clock and saw that it was 5:27 pm. "Jin must be home," I mumbled. I tried to fight off the pain but it became almost unbearable. "Jin!" I didn't care who heard now, the pain was too much and I started to cry harder. I heard the door burst open and the person who came in wasn't Jin, but Taehyung.

"Jungkook your awake! What's wrong?" He ran over to me and sat next to me on the bed.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!" I sobbed onto his shoulder as he ran his fingers through my hair. He took out his phone and dialed a number. I didn't know who but judging by what he was saying he was talking to Jin.

I could barely focus on anything but the pain. We just sat on the bed waiting for Jin as Taehyung rocked me back and forth whispering soothing words in my ear. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jin came barging through the door and ran to the other side of me.

"Jungkook your awake! How much pain are you in?" Jin instinctively grabbed my shoulder and turned me towards him so he could look at my face, but he, unfortunately, grabbed my injured one and I let out a strangled yelp. I pulled away from him and buried myself more against Taehyung.

"Don't grab him like that! Can't you see his shoulder is injured? Just give him some morphine for the pain so he'll calm down."

"Right, of course, let me look through my bag for it. I'm sorry Jungkook I didn't mean to cause you more pain," Jin said before turning towards his bag and looking for the syringe and morphine bottle.

"It hurts Hyung. Make the pain stop!" I said while burying my head further into his shoulder.

Taehyung patted my head and rubbed my back. "It will go away soon don't worry. Jin could you hurry up!"

"Found it! Okay hold him down, you and I both know how much he hates needles." I whipped my head around just to come face to face with the syringe. I gasped and tried to move away but the pain it caused when I moved and Taehyung's arms around me halted my movements.

"No no, let me go! No needles, please! No needles!" I became hysterical, the thought of needles bringing back memories I wish I could forget.

"Jungkook calm down it's only a little pinch. The pain won't last long." Jin tried to calm me down but I wasn't listening to him. I tried to wiggle out of Taehyung's arms but he just wrapped them tighter around me.

Jin grabbed my arm and turned it so he could find a vein. "P-please s-stop!" I could barely talk now. I felt the needle press against my skin and I squeezed my eyes shut and grabbed Taehyung's shirt like my life depended on it.

It felt like hours had passed before the needle slowly slid out of my arm. "All done! The morphine should kick in any minute now. I'll let you two be. Try to get him to relax."

"Thanks, Hyung, take care," Taehyung said.

"You too." Jin smiles at Taehyung before he left the room, closing the door on the way out.

"Hey, it's all done you don't have to be afraid now."

"No more needles," I whispered.

"No more needles." Taehyung put his pointer finger under my chin and lifted my face up to his. "It'll be okay now." I nodded and laid my head back on his shoulder. I felt Taehyung slowly rock me back and forth until I started to relax. Soon I fell asleep in his arms.

NO ONE'S POINT OF VIEW—

Taehyung slowly lowered the boy onto his back and pulled the covers over him. "Sweet dreams." He leaned down and kissed his forehead while softly caressing his bandaged cheek before getting off the bed and leaving the room.

.....(A/N)......

I don't really got hope for this I'm mainly posting this chapter because I'm curious of, if any, how many people will read this. So if you wanna read more vote, comment, and just yeah.... Thanks!!!