Parallel Lives (pjm ff) | unedited |

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"Suga, what the fuck?" Namjoon trudged forward to yuan's loud exclamation.
"Oh god, jin hyung we need you here." Namjoon yelled walking out to grab a limping yoongi. Yuan had opened the door to a wounded yoongi supporting himself off the door frame by his shoulder.

There was a long bloodied cut right across his chest fresh and bleeding. His face badly beaten up like he had been into a street fight. Yuan stood shocked until namjoon slide past her to support him into the house. She bent and took one of his arms while namjoon had taken the other walking him to the couch.
"Bloody hell, yoongi." Jin wiped his hand walking up to the three.
"Joon get me some hot water and the towels. What did you get yourself into this time yoongi." Jin said.
"Nothing, I'm fine. It's not a big wound."
"Not a big wound! Look at it yourself Suga." Yuan yelled panic and shock evident on her face. She'd seen yoongi like this before but that was years back and seeing him wounded made her terrified out of her wits.
"Yuan calm down, I'm fine." Yoongi exclaimed thoroughly exhausted to get Yuan to calm down.
"No, you better explain yourself-"
"After I'm done cleaning. Yoongi move your shirt." Jin cut a frenzied yuan off as he laid the warm water and towels down with an unnerving calmness as if he'd done this before a couple of times. It irked Yuan to see the three work as if this was a casual routine they followed once in a while. She sat affixed beside yoongi as jin got his cleaning and bandaging done and namjoon went around changing the water and getting him first aid.

"What was all that about." Yuan began meekly as they had finally gotten a tired yoongi in bed.
"Can we talk about this later properly?"namjoon began.
"No i think she should know." Jin gave the other a meaningful look.
"Can we please stop discussing this like we are about tell a five year old kid what sex is and start talking like adults."
"Aish kid, listen this is about yoongi so can we promise that we forget we had this conversation tomorrow morning."
"Go on,"
"He works for some street dweller. He says the guy sells stuff ranging from cosmetics to drug and even women."
"You- why?"
"I don't know i think he was doing this work before he even met us. We couldn't talk him out of it although we tried a lot."
"He says he gets a good pay."
"Of course he would. Drugs and women are everything. Men, anywhere are too weak to keep it in their pants. Not a second thought is shed on the woman's condition. Treat them like slaves worse than animals while they themselves are brutal beasts ravaging the weak just because they can. Every single one of them are the same."
"Well not all yuan," namjoon hesitantly began eyeing Yuan's enraged self. She'd vented out her inner anger just now and this was the first time they were seeing her like this. None the less to be seen in the same light as she saw the other men out there was a bit offensive.

"I- I am sorry oppa i was- i didn't mean-" she exhaled a deep breath. Eyes wide in shock.
"I'm sorry i didn't mean to offend you. I was blabbering and lost my mind." Her eyebrows had dipped in a frustrated frown as she tried to apologise for her precarious choice of words.

"Yuan we get it. It's fine. But yoongi isn't like that. You can trust me on that. He never once mentioned trading women or getting involved in anything illegal or dangerous. But he is mostly vague about the details and never explains anything."
"He's such a dipshit." Namjoon grinned at that watching yuan rub her eyes to remove some tiredness out of it.
"You should go sleep yuan. Talk about this to him when you think the time is right." With that yuan was off to have her dinner and hit the bed soon.

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"Come on, yuan. You promised you would join me once."
"I never gave you any promises." it's been five full minutes since I started denying jimin's invitation to join his friends for lunch at the cafeteria."
"you felt bad I didn't ask you to join us."
"I never said I feel bad." I kept back answering him and mild irritation was starting to get evident in his voice. He rolled his eyes starting to get up and walk away. I got to him right in time to grab the sleeve of his sweat shirt to pull him around.