Mental Institute: BTS 101

"I didn't intend to hurt you."

"What's wrong?"

Jungkook and I hurried towards the group and noticed Seokjin sitting next to Hoseok. He was holding onto his wrist that was stained with blood.

"H-Hoseok... H-H-He cut his wrists..." Seokjin told us, with panic in his eyes. Jungkook widened his eyes and Taehyung who was awake now, grabbed onto my shoulders and turned me around. Before I could see any blood, he had already covered me from Seokjin and Hoseok. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Jungkook walking over and let out a gasp.

"How did this happen?" Jungkook asked Seokjin. Namjoon who was sitting near Jimin eyed Hoseok.

"I guess he has become suicidal again." Namjoon responded and Hoseok blank stare turned away from him. From the gap through Taehyung, I noticed his pale complexion. This isn't right.

"What do we do?" Jimin asked, as he inched closer and examined his wrist. Seokjin bit his lip. "It seems like he cut it quite deep. I think we need to get to a hospital."

"I don't need a hospital. I need my medicines!" Hoseok shouted out, as he pushed Seokjin away and sat straight up. His eyes were dull and he looked down at the sharp piece of glass he had found somewhere. Grabbing onto it, Seokjin let out a gasp and kicked his hand, making him drop it back on the ground.

Yoongi bent down and picked up the glass shard. "Where did you get this?" He asked Hoseok, giving him a confused expression. But deep inside Yoongi's eyes, I noticed a slight glint.

When he held up the glass shard to reflect the moonlight, his sleeves slid down his arm, baring his skin. I winced and dug my face into Taehyung's chest upon seeing his arms.

"What's wrong?" Taehyung asked me.

"Yoongi's arms!" I shouted at him through tears. I felt blood being drained from my face and the feel of wanting to throw up occurred.

Taehyung turned his head and noticed what I was talking about.

"Hyung! What happened with your arms?" He yelled, pulling everyone's attention. Yoongi smacked his lips and pulled up his sleeves, not intending to let them see it any longer.

"Nothing." Yoongi responded. Namjoon stood up and ran over to him. Grabbing his arm, he turned it around and shove up his sleeve, revealing thousands of little cuts and scratches.

"What did you do to yourself?" Namjoon yelled at him. Yoongi narrowed his eyes and waited a moment, before raising his arm and pointing his finger at me. "She lost my lighter! She's guilty to it!" He shouted at me.
I widened my eyes and looked up at him. "What are you talking about?" Namjoon asked, and he shifted his eyes shortly on me.

"Ever since she lost my lighter, I can't focus on anything. Instead, I get this weird feeling that I have to scratch myself!" He spat at me.

I widened my eyes and my heart skipped a beat. It was my fault that he was like this.

Taehyung scowled at him and rubbed my back comfortingly. "That's enough, Yoongi. It's not her fault. It was an accident. We were chased." Taehyung shot back, but that only made Yoongi more furious. He was about to lash out at him, but Namjoon stopped him in time.

"Calm down everyone." Seokjin ordered us, but I gulped and stepped away from Taehyung, feeling extremely guilty.

"Then what do you expect me to do?" I asked. "I can't just go back and look for it!"

Yoongi scoffed. "I would love to see you try."

Jimin stood up and nudged his shoulder lightly. "Watch your words. We all know it is impossible."

"Is it?" Yoongi looked at him angrily. His glare was icy cold and his voice was low and dangerous.

Jimin shuddered, but he quickly recovered and held himself strong.

"We stayed there for a few days, without being caught by that creature. I'm quite sure she can go and come back without being noticed." Yoongi scoffed. Jimin frowned and looked back at me. He was right. We stayed there for some time without that creature. Besides, that place was big. I would go unnoticed.

"No! Don't listen to him!" Jimin warned me, as if he had heard my thoughts. Taehyung looked down at me and tightened his grip.

"Stop saying useless things, hyung. You are manipulating her." Taehyung said, through gritted teeth. But I shook my head.

"No, he's right. I can go back and get the lighter." I said.

"Have you just lost your jams? We just escaped that place." Namjoon retorted.

"Do I have an other choice? I don't want Yoongi to suffer because of me. I can get his lighter back."

Jungkook widened his eyes and slowly grabbed my wrist, under the surprising glare of Jimin and Taehyung.

"N-Noona... No..." he uttered, in shock.

I shrugged off his hand lightly and stepped to the front. "I'll be fine."

Even if I got caught, they wouldn't kill me. Dad wouldn't kill me. He will need me alive for his experiments.

Yoongi smirked and crossed his arms. "I'll be waiting here."

Seokjin stood up from the ground and looked over Yoongi's shoulder at me. "I won't let you go. It's not safe."

"Me neither," Namjoon added. "I'm sure we will find an other way to help Yoongi. Don't worry."

Yoongi scoffed and turned himself around, shaking his head. "Whatever." Then his hands unconsciously began to scratch his arms again, making them slowly bleed.

I squinted my eyes and scrunched my nose. No blood. Please, no blood.

"Promise me, Sarang, that you won't go back on your own." Seokjin sternly said.

I looked at him shortly and felt everyone's tense stare on me. Even if I wanted for the sake of Yoongi, they wouldn't let me. It was useless to go up against them. I heaved a sigh and slowly nodded.

Jungkook smiled and hugged me, again surprising everyone. Taehyung looked at him confused, combined with a slight jealousy. The same goes for Jimin. They both exchanged a look, before Jimin stepped in and seperated us.

Jungkook eyed him confused, but then shrugged his shoulders. Seokjin on the other hand, sat back down next to Hoseok and demanded Namjoon to get some water.

When everyone was busy taking care of Hoseok, Taehyung walked over to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me against him. I frowned and looked at his face. A sudden thought from Naeun's entry crossed my mind and I looked at his hands. Those hands. They were stained with blood before. A feel of anxiety took over and I immediately stepped away from him, while receiving a confused glare from him. He let out a sheeply smile, as I watched his expressions.

Don't be fooled by him, Sarang. Something about him was dangerous. Dangerous enough to have killed someone.