Disabled I YM

12

Yoongis pov:

During the rest of the ride home I either sit and rage over how bad Jiminie were or shake over how much I miss him. Namjoonie just sits with his airpods and ignores me. 

"Namjooniiiiie! Can we go get Jiminie?" 

"No. We can't."

"Whyyy? What if he's deeeead?" I widden my eyes and try to make myself look scary.

"He isn't dead. He's angry and ignoring you Yoongi." Namjoon answers and stares at the road. 

"But I don't want that" I pout. "I want him heeeere!"

"Bro you were the one who abonnoned him."

"Yes but I wanna give him a huuuug!"

"You could've thought about that before."

"But Jiminie was bad then!" I whine.

"So Jiminie hugged you back then and you got angry but when he is angry you wanna hug him? Yoongi this makes no sense you're drunk and not thinking straight!" 

"But I wanna hug hiiiim!"

"Call him."

"Fiiine!" This was exacly what I wanted. And now when Namjoon says I should I definetly will. 

I drag my phone out of my pocket and call him number. All five signals ring and still no answer. I'm ignored. I pout and try again but still no answer. Nooo.....

About four hours later

When we get home Namjoon carry me to my bed and tuck me in. I'm not sleepy but he insists on me sleeping the alcohol away. 

I won't admit it to him but it feels soooo good to be in my bed again. I might aswell sleep...

- - -

I'm in a big house. Big but old. Lots of windows and towers. Looks like a real witch house. I don't know why but I jog in. I drag the door open and jog into the house. I hear screams from upstairs. Cries too. I also hear voices yelling at someone to be quiet.

I wander around the house for a while before I find the stairs. Then I run upstair and follow the light. It ends at a lighted room in the corner. Afraid of being seen, I stick my head in. The sight I see is not for human eyes. I see a guy, tied to a chair. He has ropes all around his body that hold him. Red and bruised marks have formed around the ropes. His head hangs down with blood dripping from his temple. His hair is sticky from sweat on the forehead. The worst part is the legs. His pants have been pulled off completely and he is now sitting barefoot in the middle of the room. Around him stand a lot of men shaving his legs. With sharp razors they dig into his flesh and leave long stripes of skin hanging down. Blood is everywhere and the mans low whimpers dig straight into my soul. I gasp, way to loud, and the guy looks up. It's hard to regonise him due to all the bruises and cuts on his face, but when I do I regret it. It's Jimin.

- - -

I wake up screaming. That dream had been way to real. I still hear Jimins screams thru my bones. 

It has to be a sign. Dreams this real, they are always real for me. When I have a hallucinating dream like this one I know it's a sign. I have to help Jimin. He's in danger. 

I grab my phone from the nightstand and immediatly calls my driver. He says we will leave in 30 minutes. "Namjoon!" I scream. My friend comes running. His face quickly becomes panicked when he hear my story. "Help me get dressed!" Fast as lightning I'm dressed and in no time I am in my jet. 

I'm in the jet with my laptop in my lap. Due to the internet I successfully managed to track his phone. It's locaded on a weird street in the town we were in before. I have no idea if that's the witch house, but it's worth a try. Unfortunaly the location hasn't been updated in 7 hours but I still think it's the one. 

My driver Choi Wonik drives us there in under 40 minutes. I thank him dearly and roll fastly to the location. From far I see something weird laying on the ground. When I get closer I discover what it is. Jimins phone. And his socks. What? Where is he? How am I now gonna find him?!

(I hate writing these chapters cuz they suck but idk stop reading or sum cuz it's not gonna get better. :( )