Forgotten You

18: Tornado vs Hurricane

    Hey bestiessssss~
It's been a while, but I really missed y'all! I haven't have found ANY time to update anything because of my imbalance between work and school. Don't work at a warehouse until 5 am, you're dumb.

     I know y'all have anticipated this! Enjoy cuz shit is about to hit the fan....again.

   A frantic knock rattled the rusty door.

  Not a second later, the desperate pounding continued. The sound of the rain and thunder couldn't even drown out the loud clatter of the door being slammed into its frame.

   The knocking was urgent and wild, directionless.

  Kyung finally rose from his deep slumber on the tattered couch and leisurely walked towards the front door.

  Annoyed, he swung it open, sleepy eyes angry. "Yah!-"

  Without so much as a warning, someone had thrown themselves onto him – wet and cold from the downpour outside. Their shaking made Kyung tremble along with them.

"K-Kyung! Ah-," His uncontrollable sob kept him from speaking.

"Kyuuung," He wailed once before pushing his face into the Alpha's chest.

  The other was so shocked that he couldn't recognize him at first. But after hearing his heartbreaking cries, he clutched the Omega against his body.

"J-imin! What? What's wrong?" Kyung pulled him away slightly to catch a look at his face.

  Once he did, he wished he could've just let Jimin hide in his chest.

  Streaks of black ran down his pale cheeks, either from the tears or the rain. His wet hair stuck to his face, and his lips were a deep red, most likely from biting down on them like he was doing now.

  Kyung took a harsh hold of his cheeks and brought his face closer to his. "W-Who did this to you? Huh?! Was it that bastard? Tell me, I'll kill him."

  Jimin could only cry as he fell back into his hold.

"I've got you, Jimi. I'm here. No one is going to hurt you. I'm here." Kyung whispered into his soaked hair, like a mantra that could ease Jimin's shattered heart.

  "I-I changed you out of your clothes and bathed you since you couldn't stop crying, but that's it," Kyung explained softly, staring at his hands as he continued. He played with the cold gold ring on his middle finger, hair hiding his expression.

He eyed Jimin out of the corner of his eye, recalling how the Omega fell on the bathroom floor; he was naked, wet, and crying. Kyung looked away, refusing to speak aloud what Jimin already knew.

"However, once you stopped crying, you...were really depressed, Jimi."

   Kyung pushed the door open with his foot as he carried a bowl of porridge and a tall glass of Apple juice. Jimin's favorite.

  Hopefully, this time he could successfully make him eat at least a little.

  "Jimi, I brought breakfast." He stopped mid-sentence as his eyes fell onto an unmoving lump on the bed.

  Slowly, he left the food on the nightstand and sat next to it. Today, he thought things would be different from the past two days. He laughed at himself for being hopeful.

  Jimin's hollow eyes didn't blink as he stared at the ceiling aimlessly.  Though he was already skinny and small, the lack of food made him look like a skeleton.