Run, Girl

Chapter 11: Come What May

When I wake up, the lights are bright on my face as a beeping noise goes off steadily in the back ground. I adjust my eyes and see that I'm strapped to a bunch of tubes and machines. I slowly move my hands to my head where I feel a thick bandage. I cautiously sit up and look at the room around me.

"Hi"

"Yoongi! What happened? Are you okay? Where's Mark? I..."

"It's okay, I'm okay. Mark is..."he pauses, coming to my hospital bedside, taking my hands and kissing them "he's gone."

"Gone?" My eyes squint in confusion.

"He... um... " Yoongi pauses to take a deep breath "he's dead." Yoongi mutters.

"What?" I squeaked out, my head starting to hurt.

"Yeah, he took a solid look of the situation, pistol whipped you and... god... he... he shot himself" Yoongi stammered out. His hands gripped mine as he searched my face for my reaction.

I stared blankly in front of me, my head painfully coming to grips with the situation.

"Oh my god. Yoongi,I'm so sorry" I say with out looking at him. " I put you in danger and I..."

"Hey..." he interupts me, placing a soft kiss once again on my hands "Don't be sorry. We're both okay. I'm just glad you're okay. He hit you pretty hard..." he raises his hand to touch my forehead lightly.

I look slowly up to his face as he now leans over me. "I'm so sorry...." tears form in my eyes.

"Shhh... you're okay....nothing to be sorry for. You're okay...." he says as he leans his body gently into mine.

"Oh my god... Kim and Tag?" I say with a start.

"They're okay, they're with the police now, still giving their statements" Yoongi says, sitting up and pulling out his phone. He glares at the screen with worry on his face. He fire out a quick text before relaxing his features and look back at me.

"What is it?" I wonder out loud to him. My concern must have been very evident on my face, as Yoongi smiles a little.

"Oh, uh, Bang PD is insisting the other members of our group return as soon as they can from their holidays. He doesn't want them getting the news through second hand sources. They've been spotted returning to the dorms. This is getting some news attention, which is nice, because it takes the spotlight off of us a little..."
He says casualy.

"Oh, I.."

"It's okay, Soya. They'll be happy to meet you ." He smiles widely, his grip on my hands relaxing a little. "I can't wait for you to meet them."

A small smile forms at my lips, anxious at the thought.

The phone he holds vibrates quietly in his hand. He stands up and heads toward the chair by the window to answer. I watch him, his shoulders tense and his voice lower.

"Okay, thank you." He says before hanging up. Still standing he turns to face me, a woried expression on his face. "That was Kim. She said that the police found a knife, duct tape and a bottle of opioids in Mark's jacket. They think his intention was to take you. They're still not sure where he got the gun from. Kim says that she's sticking around for a while, just to make sure. Tag is with her and is contacting Bang PD to update him as information is coming out."

I stare back at him in disbelief. The possibilities of what could have happened run through my mind as I realize that I was probably never safe from him. Until now.

"Thank you." I say to Yoongi, my voice soild in my words. "I'm not sure I'd be here without you."

Hw walks silently back to my bed side, leans down and kisses me.

"I love you. I'm so glad I didn't lose you" he says, taking a seat on my bed. His voice low and quiet.

"I love you, too" I say, smiling at him. Realizing now that my whole life was mine again, I reach my hands around his neck and pull him in for a celebratory kiss. "I can't wait to get our of here and to start my life with you".

"That's good because hopefully you'll be getting out of here soon enough. I should probably go find the doctor to take a look at you... " he gets up, kissing me quickly once more. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay," I reply, my smile still on my face.

*

Released from the hospital, I headed back to my apartment with Yoongi. We order food and camp on the couch waiting for Kim and Tag to return. When they do, we spend the evening talking, laughing and crying, realizing that in these last few months, all four of us had our lives changed.

Kim officially moved in a week later. She slept in my room, as I was still having nightmare episodes from what had happened. We had ordered matching beds and her presence made it feel more like a home.

She and Tag continued to be on again, off again. Something about Tag not wanting marriage, and sometimes because Kim kept flirting with other coworkers. Tag, however, remained a close friend to me as our experiences brought a soild foundation of trust.

Yoongi and I continued to get serious. He stayed at the apartment a when Kim stayed the night elsewhere so I would never have to be alone. Though he had to continue to live in his doorm with is bandmates, it didn't hold back the endless times we were allowed to be together. Finding friendship with his bandmates was easy and natural and I was welcomed as one of their own

Work continued to progress. Kim and I, gaining awareness from the community from the situation with Mark, not to mention becoming public with Yoongi, were both becoming recognized and our artistic abilities were put in the spot light. We were leased out by BigHit to other bands for our talents and soon could afford a much bigger apartment.

"Wow!" Yoongi said. He walked around the empty 3 bedroom apartment. "This is quite the space. Are you sure you have enough furniture for this place?"

"Shut up" I teased. He had visited me while he was on break from work "How's recording going today?"

"Fine, long." He says. "I can't wait for the movers to get here. They're supposed to set up your bed first thing" he laughed.

"Oh my god" I smile. Since everything had happened I had started therapy to calm my nightmares down and to process what had happened. It was a big step for me to have my own room, knowing that there would be nights I would sleep alone. Yoongi of course would stay as much as he could, but needing this bit of space for my self was a huge leap into my healing. The privacy from Kim when both she and Yoongi were here wasn't so bad, either.

"Well, the workers should be here soon." Yoongi said, checking his Rolex "they're running a little late, it looks like...."

"Well, what are we going to do? Kim won't be here for another hour or so, still styling that Idols hair..."I suggestively giggle. He sets his phone down on the empty kitchen island, wraps me into his arms and kissed me aggressively.

A knocking sound breaks us apart. Yoongi let's the movers in and they get started immediately, with him pointing at where everything should go.

I look around at the new life I'd created. If it hadn't been for the choices I had made I would not be here right now. Working at overcoming the abuse Mark had put me through was the best choice I could have make for myself.

"Hey, I gotta get back to the studio. See ya tonight?" Yoongi asked. I give him a quick kiss of reassurance. "I love you." He smiles as he walks out the door.

"I love you, too" I replied. I stand in the door way, watching him depart. He turns to wave and me, his gummy smile radiant. I wave and smile back at him, knowing this was only the beginning. Our futures are always unclear, but I was more confident for whatever it held for me knowing that I had this man in my life.