Rise Of The Fallen || KTH FF

Chapter 5: To Trust Or Not?

After a restless nap, you finally began to feel more like yourself. The throbbing pain in your ankle had dulled, and the heavy fog of sleep was starting to lift. As you sat up, you instinctively grabbed your phone, grateful for a distraction from the anxiety swirling inside you. A new message from Yoongi lit up your screen.

Yoongi: Are you okay?

Relief washed over you, a smile tugging at your lips. Typing quickly, you replied: I'm fine, just a little freaked out. You were right about everything. Are you home safe?

A few moments passed before your phone buzzed again.

Yoongi: I'm trying to find a way to break into the place and save you.

Your heart sank. No, Yoongi! You don't need to do that. I'll be okay!

Yoongi: You don't know what they might do to you. I can't just sit here!

You clenched your phone, anxiety building in your chest. He was always too headstrong for his own good. Please, just stay safe. I'll figure this out.

But deep down, you knew he wouldn't listen. He never did.

Before you could send another message, voices echoed outside the makeshift room. The door swung open, and three of Taehyung's team members entered. Their faces were serious, distrust etched into their expressions as they approached you.

"We need to check you for any wounds," one of them said, kneeling beside the bed.

"I'm fine!" you protested, instinctively pulling back. "I swear, I'm not infected."

Before they could respond, a loud thud reverberated from the other side of the building, followed by hurried whispers and scuffles. Your heart lurched.

"What's going on?" you asked, panic lacing your voice.

One of the team members exchanged a worried glance with another. "It sounds like someone's trying to sneak in."

Your stomach dropped. Yoongi!

Before you could even react, the door burst open, and there he was—Yoongi—his dark hair disheveled, eyes wide with urgency. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, and relief flooded his features as soon as he saw you.

"Y/N!" he exclaimed, rushing toward you.

"Yoongi! What are you doing here?" You tried to sound angry, but the warmth of seeing him overwhelmed you. Despite everything, a part of you felt safer now that he was here.

Yoongi's eyes darted around the room, taking in the suspicious stares of Taehyung's team. "I had to make sure you were okay," he said, his voice firm.

Before you could pull him aside, Taehyung stepped forward, confusion and irritation clouding his expression. "What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice tight with frustration.

Yoongi squared his shoulders, his usual easygoing nature gone. "I came to get Y/N out. She doesn't belong here."

"Look," Taehyung replied, his tone hardening. "We're just trying to help her."

You could feel the tension in the room spike, the weight of their mistrust pressing down like a thick fog. "Guys, can we just calm down for a second?" you interjected, your voice shaking slightly as you tried to diffuse the situation.

But Jimin, who had been watching silently from the corner, finally stepped forward, his sharp gaze fixed on Yoongi. "How did you even get in here?" he asked, his tone filled with suspicion. "You can't just waltz in without anyone noticing."

"I climbed through a window," Yoongi shot back, determination in his eyes. "I wasn't going to leave Y/N alone in here."

Your heart swelled at his words, but the tension in the room was suffocating. The team exchanged uneasy glances, their suspicions of you deepening.

Taehyung sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We're all on the same side here," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "Let's just make sure Y/N is safe."

"But what if she's bitten?" Jimin interjected sharply, his eyes flicking nervously between you and Yoongi. "We have to check her."

You raised your hands defensively. "I'm fine, I swear! I'm not infected!" But your words fell on deaf ears.

Ignoring your protests, they stepped closer. "We need to be sure," Taehyung said, and the others nodded in grim agreement.

Before you could object, they moved toward Yoongi, grabbing him by the arm. "We'll need to check him too," one of the team members said, his tone authoritative.

"Wait, no!" you shouted, your voice thick with fear. "You don't have to do this! We're not infected!"

But it was too late. They ushered Yoongi into another room, leaving you feeling helpless and cornered. The door shut with a heavy thud, and the weight of their distrust pressed down on you like a suffocating blanket. You turned toward the group, your heart racing.

"You don't have to do this!" you pleaded, desperation seeping into your voice. "Please, we're not infected!"

But your protests went unheard as they remained focused on ensuring your safety—whether you wanted their help or not.