The Follower (BTSxYoongi)

10 - Taehyung's Pain

Taehyung pov

The God of Destruction was honestly amazing. I had no clue how he was able to do so much in the space of only a couple of seconds. The orange juice was able to go everywhere, and when I say everywhere, I mean everywhere. From the light blue of Jinnie's jeans to the white of my socks. It was either going to be a massive chore to get the colour out of everything or we would have to just replace them. Although, the one who was affected the most was Kookie. I could see his bottom lip slightly poking out as he stared disheartened at his white slippers.

It had had been a joke originally. We had bought him a pair of bunny slippers on his 21st as he could finally drink. Which was funny because of why we got them. One of the reasons was, of course, because of his cute bunny-like features. Then, we had gone for white slippers as whenever he was around us he always appeared to be so innocent and young. Like a child. But then when he was in front of ARMY, he became this hot and darkly handsome guy. We always liked to tease him about it as he had never actually been innocent. At least he had been, but that was before his 18th birthday. If you know what I mean.

They were the perfect buy, and he honestly loved them. The minute he was through the door; the shoes would be off and the slippers would be on. To be fair I was surprised that they hadn't really changed through the years, although they had greyed slightly.

They were still one of his prized possessions, and as Joon finally noticed what Kookie was staring at, his face dropped. He went pale. Completely and utterly pale. The only colour on his face was the brown of his widened eyes. However, he wasn't only looking at Kookie. He kept glancing between him and Jinnie. The pure look of horror on Jin's face was almost comical as he stared at the crest fallen look on Kookie's. And that horror changed into rage as quick as lightning flashes. He was staring at Joon. The stare was filled entirely, and only, with anger. Anger at the fact that his child's favourite slippers were ruined.

All hell was about to break lose. And it was all aimed at Joon.

But I don't think anyone was prepared for what happened next.

It had us all rushing to our feet. We were all worried for the boy who was now clutching his side on the ground. The boy who we had only just met. The one with gorgeous white hair that glowed on top of his head like an angel's halo, and with such dark but inviting eyes. Soulful eyes, like he had a million stories all bundled up inside, just begging to come out.

It was Yoongi. Yoongi who was also Suga. He was the one that broke the tension, but brought in worry. Worry about the pain stricken look written on his face. And that was all it took to have six fully grown men running at him to check if he was okay.

"Are you okay?"

"Where does it hurt?"

"Is it your side?"

"Do you need paracetamol?"

"Do you want some soup?"

"Guys... GUYS! Stop crowding around him! Just help me get him onto the sofa, and then I can check his bandage," Jin was the quickest to get to him, and the quickest to react to the situation.

He gently pulled Yonngi into his arms, so that he was carrying his top half and told Jungkook and I to grab his legs. We tried to at least carry him gracefully, but it ended up just being Jinnie carrying him on his own, when he had had enough of our weird shuffle-walk type thing.

This was the Jinnie we were used to whenever any of us was hurt, mentally or physically. He gave out orders like it was normal to him, telling Hobi to get some new bandages and Jimin to run and get some medicine from the first aid cupboard. We all followed him effortlessly, knowing what he needed before he even told us. Although it was a little disjointed with Joon trying to merge with the wall in the corner. Well, that was until Jinnie gave him a slight glance out of the corner of his eye, and Joon was off, running to get some comfortable pillows for Yoongi to lie on. It was strange how at times we would just know what the other would want or think without having said anything. But that wasn't important right now. What was, was Yoongi. 

When Hobi and Jimin got back, Jinnie carefully began to lift up Yoongi's top. But Yoongi squirmed, trying to get away from him and his gentle touch.  He glanced up at Jinnie's eyes, almost pleading him not to go any further. I didn't understand. Why did he not want to take his top off? Did he not want us to see something? What could it possibly be?

"Yoongi-ah, it's okay. I think your bandages have bled through. I need to rewrap them so that they don't get infected. Please, just let me help you," Jinnie gently whispered to him, begging him to let him help in some way. He still looked very uncomfortable, but sighed before finally nodding his head. He looked away as Jinnie went to grasp his top again. However, Jinnie still hesitated, looking like he didn't understand at all. It took him a second longer before realisation seemed to hit him. He quickly looked over to the rest of us and told us to leave them alone for a while. 

I could tell that no-one wanted to leave Yoongi. We all wanted to make sure he was okay and wasn't in pain anymore. We just wanted him to be well again. After everything he had probably done for us, the majority of which we will most likely never know. Straight away when I met him I could tell he had been through a lot. I had the same look in his eyes that I saw every day in the mirror. But they were different. Already I had seen when his eyes had taken a far away look and seemed to zone out fully. But it wasn't like when you dazed in class. No, it was a look that I hid every day. The one where your eyes lost their special sparkle. The sparkle of life, of happiness. It disappeared in those moments. And it was weird seeing someone else with that look. I was used to seeing it in my own eyes, but never in someone else's. 

I wanted to know more about him. I didn't want to be left in the dark about what he had been through. Because I had been through things that I wish I hadn't. But at the same time without those experiences I wouldn't be who I am today. And I'm sure he wouldn't be either. I just wanted to know him, I wanted to know the things he had gone through. That he had had to do for us, or even before he met us. But I also wanted to speak to him. For some reason I felt comfortable with him. Even this morning when I saw him cuddling with Kookie, I couldn't help myself. It had been so long since I had been able to sleep properly. So long since I wasn't racked with nightmares of them or her. And being with people had always helped me. So, being with them, snuggled up next to two warm bodies, really made me got actual sleep. 

It just showed me that I was comfortable around him, even if I had only known him for a couple of hours. It just made me want to tell him everything. The things that I couldn't even tell my soulmate, Jimin. The things I couldn't tell him, or any of the other members. But I felt like I could tell Yoongi. I knew we all had our own problems, and I knew everyone else had things that they were struggling with and I didn't want to add to it. Although, it felt like I could tell him. He had that aura around him, the one that just made you want to bare your soul to him. And I really did. Because I needed someone to talk to. I hadn't been able to talk to anyone about it, and it was beginning to eat me up inside. I could tell that my hyungs and Kookie had noticed. The way they would sometimes randomly look at me with a soul searching look. Seeming to just want to know what was wrong.

But I couldn't tell them. I knew they wanted me to rely on them, but they had their own things to deal with and I couldn't add to that. With Yoongi it was different. I knew he might already know some of it. If he had been there to take care of us for our whole career, then he must know about her. Although he might not know them. They were a different story. One from when I was young, and wasn't worldly wise at all. Hopefully he would know about her, maybe I could finally be helped. Finally be able to talk to someone. 

At least, this is what I hoped for. I didn't want to be dying on the inside any longer.