Angel (Yoongi x Reader)

Chapter 36

Y/N POV:

For the second time in what felt like to short of a period, I found myself floating in a state of perpetual darkness. I could hear my name being called by voices that sounded so familiar, but I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. The silence when I managed to block them out was oddly comforting and it made me feel safe from Casper, safe from the man who had attacked me after he shot Seok. Although I didn't know the man well, I couldn't help thinking of Seok and what happened to him, wondering if he made it out of there alive. The thoughts made my head ache so I pushed them aside, trying to get back to that comfortable darkness.

When I finally managed to open my eyes, I immediately winced at the pain from the bright lights over me, closing my eyes again to dull the ache. There was a pressure in my throat that me want to gag and when I went to pull on it, a sweet but panicked voice could be heard calling for the nurse, yelling something about being awake. However, a tender hand to my wrist stopped my movements and the sweet voice turned soft. "No no my darling. Leave it be. I know it's uncomfortable but the nurse will take care of it."

I tried to open my eyes again, but the pain was just too much. I felt a soft kiss on my forehead and that same sweet voice telling me to rest, that they would be there when I woke up. A gentle humming soothed my racing mind and helped draw me back into the silence that I was craving, the silence that made everything seem like it was going to be okay, the silence that took me out of my nightmares.

When I woke again, the room was dim, the late evening sun barely filtering in through the windows. The pain had lessened and I could get a better glimpse of my surroundings, see what where I was. The stark white walls, the constant steady beeping, and the clean but slightly chemical smell let me know I was in a hospital. I looked down at my arm and could make out what looked to be an IV, leading to a steadily dripping clear fluid. The pressure on my throat had ceased so I assumed there had been a tube that was removed. I sighed, knowing too well what happened in hospitals. With my ex-fiancé, I had ended up in them way more than I wanted to.

A slight grip on both of my hands was the next thing I noticed and when I looked over to the right, I could see a head of silver hair and a pair of plump lips, belonging to a sleeping Jimin. He was leaning forward, his head on the bed and my fingers pressed to his lips. When I shifted my fingers, he mumbled something in his sleep and tightened his grip on my hand, nuzzling his face closer to my fingers.

Yoongi, his black hair falling over his face, held my left hand. Even in sleep, I could see he was not resting well, his brow furrowed and his lips set in a tight line. He looked like he had lost weight; his already slim frame appearing skinnier than before and I could almost bet he wasn't eating well. And from the exhausted look on his sleeping face, he clearly wasn't resting well either.

The sight of the two of them made a pang of hurt crash through my chest as I thought of Casper's words. I wanted to slap myself at the realization. What kind of Stockholm Syndrome bullshit was this? Had I really fallen for two of the men that had kidnapped me? Taken me away from my home? Chained me to a bed? I knew it sounded crazy, but I had to admit the bitter truth. Jimin and Yoongi both had managed to steal a piece of my heart. The heart that I had locked up when I realized I would never be good enough to love, never be good enough to have someone want to protect me, take care of me.

Those thoughts made me think of the two men asleep at my sides. As crazy as it might sound, my feelings for them were real and not based on some theory that I had some sort of crazy emotional bond to my captors. No. I had fallen for them. Truly fallen in love with the men who had not only kidnapped me, but had rescued me as well. The men who had put their lives at risk to come and save me from the man who had threatened me, beaten me and then raped me. The realization of that last moment with Casper made me feel sick, knowing the two men at my side would never want me after that. Along with everything else that had happened to me, why would they even be interested in me? Who would want someone so irreversibly damaged?