A pure Soul

15.

"Every single one, who is still alive, will be brought to our prison for questioning!"

POV. Jimin

"Ughhh!", I groan annoyed, they've been gone for about 3 hours now, it wouldn't be any problem for me, I mean I still don't trust them. They are members of a mafia, so being alone feels like a better company than having one of these strangers as company. If I was free to move I would prefer to not having them around, but with my hand being handcuffed to a bed, my freedom is really restricted. My gaze wanders once again through the room, in hope of finding something, that is able to either get me free or at least entertain me for a bit. My throat is killing me, I carefully touch it and instantly flinch. A stinging pain shots tears in my eyes, and a hiss escapes my dry throat, they could at least left a glass of water, before vanishing to who knows where. I wipe my tears, who are just leaving my eyes. This simple little movement, which is all so familiar to me. It is more normal to me than, laughing, share any loving skinship with someone else, like hugging, holding hands or hell even feeling happiness and expressing it by smiling or laughing. How worthless do you have to be to say something like this without exaggerating. 

I have fallen in my hole of misery once again... In this all happiness swallowing darkness. 

I am weak... I once again feel sorry for myself, once again I forget that I have nearly broken the promise I made my dying mum. I promised her to be happy, I promised to never stop fighting, no matter how hard it gets. To not just give up and with that showing no appreciation to the gift of life. And still if it wouldn't be for this strangers I would have succeeded, I would have broken the one promise I gave my mother... I am tired, I don't feel worth living but this should never happen again... I promised her and I'll need to keep my word. She died for me and I shall live for her.

"-in, -min, Jimin?", a voice calling my name frees me from my thoughts, these thoughts, I am so often lost in, I feel drained. I don't know how long I was imprisoned in this draining thoughts and I don't know, whose voice is calling me and why. It felt like an eternity, until I fully returned to the room, which seems already all so familiar, with the soft bed, making him feel like an angle on a soft  cloud, flying over the world, all these problems, crimes and dangers so, so far away.

As my vision clears, two pairs of worried eyes scrutinize me, "Jimin, what's wrong?", my ears were finally able to understand what, the other persons were trying to say. Those worried eyes made me for the first time since my mothers death feel important, as if I wasn't just an inconvenience and as if my weak and pathetic self is worth to be loved. 

I feel sick, my eyes and mouth feel dry like sand, and my cheeks are covered by dried tears, making my cheeks feel sticky. I wanted to say something, to answer the concerned exclamations, but my voice was gone. I don't know how long I have been all alone in this room lost in my thoughts, but by the reactions of my body it seemed to have been a while. I feel so exhausted that I didn't even realize I had been freed by this stupid handcuff. "I will help you to sit straight so that you can drink a bit water, you have cried a lot and it seems like you are really dehydrated. Ok?", I look up again to meet once again those concerned eyes, that gave me a warm feeling of importance, as I saw those brown eyes staring back I recognized them as Jin's eyes, and I gave him a small nod as a conformation, that I was fine with the idea of him helping me up. As I was sitting against the back rest of the bed I hear steps approach "I have the water Jin!", another man storms into the room, I am not exactly sure, who he is but I remember that he was the person promising me that they would let me go as soon as I've recovered. The taller man gives Jin the glass of water before slowly backing away, it seems like he didn't want to scare me by his presence, which really helped me to relax. Jin helped me further by holding the glass so that I only had to drink, without giving my weak body any work to do at all.

The water felt refreshing in my all so dry throat and I gained enough liquid in my body to speak again. "Thank you", I mumble as I have finished drinking. "Not for something like this, do you feel better?", I give a small nod as an answer, "You don't have to talk about it now, but if you ever want to talk about what's wrong you can always come to me, okay?", "Yes, thank you." "Hey Jimin...", my had swings around and my eyes land on the other mans figure, but the sudden movement was a little bit to much for my still weak and exhausted body, which caused me to feel dizzy and nauseas. "Easy there, don't worry I won't do anything to you, even if I would be a bad person Jin would kill me, before I would have taken a single step towards you!", the stranger gives a small smile at Jin, who shakes his head amused: "We haven't been formally introduced my name is Kim Namjoon, and I also live here, me and the others are like a family, so there is sometimes little fights but, you can just ignore them. I know you want to go home but I swear that you can go as soon as you have recovered. You don't have to be afraid, we won't do anything to you. Please don't think of yourself as a prisoner, but think of yourself as our guest! I know the handcuff by Yoongi, doesn't give you that feeling, but we had an urgent meeting and we were afraid, that you would try to do something to hurt yourself again, I apologize.", my opposite explains in a calm voice. I fidgeted a bit before finally gathering enough courage and answering "It's okay, you only meant it as a way to protect me from myself, I understand your fear, but I promise, the situation from earlier won't happen again. I am sorry, I have broken your  curtains.", I mumble the last part ashamed of my actions. "You are not allowed to apologize about something so unimportant, like those stupid curtains! The only important thing is that you are safe and now let me get ointment so that we can help your neck and throat recover.", Jin scolded me for even daring to mention the curtains, as if I didn't just destroy their property, but before I could further explain Jin had already jumped up from the edge of the bed and gone in an adjacent room. "Trust me, no matter what you will say, you will definitely lose this argument.", Namjoon chuckled.

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Sorry guys, I'll update less at the moment because I am really uncreative at this moment. 

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Yours Leylalou