Deranged | Jimin

Shelter

I inhaled a sharp intake of breath when I woke up, unsure of where I was. I was on a soft bed in a unfamiliar room that was very spacious.

"Yerin?" Jimin's voice was like nectar in a desert. It grasped my attention fully. I looked to the other side of the bed and there he was, sitting on it, staring at me with strong gaze.

"Oh, Jimin," I jumped into his embrace and hugged him as if I had't in a thousand years.

"Everything is okay now baby," he cooed as he stroked my back.

"Is Yerin a-" a female walked into the room. I instantly recognized her to be the gorgeous woman that we saw in Yoongi's office when I first met him. She stopped in her track when she saw us hugging, "Oh, Yerin you're awake. I'll go inform the doctor."

A while after she left a male doctor walked into the room. He was tall and had soft brown hair. He had nice eyes too.

"Hello, my name's Kim Seokjin," the doctor said, extending a hand.

I shook it, "Song Yerin."

He pulled up a chair and sat beside my side of the bed. "I'll just do some check up on you." I nodded and allowed him to do so, while Jimin got off the bed and watched by the side.

"Alright, you are fine from what I can see," Seokjin said, putting his tools away, "just a few bruises, but they'll go away soon. We just have to be carful in case you have a concussion from being hit on the head. If you notice any symptoms like memory lost, sleep disturbances, or sensitivity to lights and sounds, then just contact me."

I nodded, "Thank you."

He grabbed the bag with his medical tools in and walked out of the room. Jimin sat in the chair that he emptied out of and held my hands.

"I'm sorry," Jimin whispered, "I wasn't there to save you."

I've never heard him apologize before. "Don't be," I shook my head lightly. "You did save me. Oh, and speaking of which! The police thinks that I'm the Busan Killer!"

Jimin smiled, "Don't worry, I know, Jungkook told me. This is why we are here."

I looked around the room, "Where are we?"

"In Yoongi-hyung's house." He answered. "The police won't find us here."

"Who was that doctor?" I asked.

"He is one of the best underground doctor," Jimin explained, "He won't tell."

I nodded, "And...who was that woman that came in a while ago?"

"She is Yoongi-hyung's girlfriend."

"Oh okay." I then remembered a question that I've wanted to ask ever since they barged into the door of that room. "How did you find me?"

"That Taehyung guy, he did something on the computer to track you down." He answered.

"But how did you know to come back?" I asked even more questions.

"Jungkook managed to contact me, and I turned right back around to Busan."

"I need to thank Jungkook," I said, "if it wasn't for him I don't know what would  have happened to me."

Jimin nodded, "He's just down stairs with Yoongi-hyung right now."

Jimin helped me out of bed and led the way downstairs. I was amazed by how big this house, no, this mansion was. There were corridors of rooms after rooms. We would even occasionally come across a few maids. If Jimin wasn't here I definitely would get lost in here.

When we walked past a bathroom I stopped to go in and have a look at myself. I looked terrible. As Seokjin said, I had multiple dark bruises on the side of my face, and my hair were disheveled. I attempted to smooth my hair down a little before going to see Yoongi.

We arrived at a flight of stairs and we took it, going down to the first level of the mansion and into the exquisitely decorated living room. It even had a chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Yoongi and Jungkook were sitting on adjacent sofas, chatting about something. Even Taehyung was there, sitting by the side of Jungkook. Yoongi's model-like girlfriend was sitting with him, his arm around her. When Yoongi saw me, he greeted, "Yerin, you are awake. How are you feeling?"

"I'm alright, thanks. Thought my head still hurts a little," I replied.

"Come sit down, Yerin, Jimin." He gestured towards the empty white sofa opposite Jungkook and Taehyung's. We went and sat on it.

"Jungkook, thank you," I said, "for saving me."

"It's nothing," Jungkook smiled, "I'm glad you're alright. Taehyung-hyung was the one that managed to find your location thought."

Taehyung's goofy rectangle smile was on his face again. "I just tracked down the gps of your laptop."

"Taehyung's computer skill is helpful," Jungkook said to Yoongi, "I think he deserves a promotion."

Yoongi nodded, "Right." He then looked back at me, "Yerin, you have a big problem of the police thinking you're the Busan Killer. Do you know why they think that?"

I nodded, "My- He- He told them." For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to say that man's name. It was as if there was some physical block preventing me.

"Who?"

"Hwang Minjun, right?" Jungkook said. Jut hearing his name made me shiver involuntarily.

"Your ex-boyfriend that kidnapped you? Well, now he is dead, which would only increase the police's suspicion on you." Yoongi said. "And about his body. We can't make it look like suicide or accident with how deformed the body is, so we'll just have to dispose of it and make it look like a random disappearance."

"Yoongi," his girlfriend stopped him from speaking anymore about it, "I thinks that's enough Yerin wants to hear."

"Right, sorry." Yoongi muttered.

I found it slightly humouring how the almighty Min Yoongi, leader of FIRE, who everyone fear just the mention of his name, can be silenced so easily by his girlfriend. A bit of admiration for that women creeped in my heart. How did she managed to get such a powerful man to love her and cherish her?

"Yerin, you must be hungry," Yoongi said, interrupting my thought. "Let's have dinner." He clicked his finger, and a butler immediately came to his side. He said something into his ear. The butler nodded and urged respectfully for everyone to go the the dining room.

The dining room was equally as extravagant as the living room. Paintings that looked priceless hang all around the walls. Soon, a variety of mouth-watering Korean dishes were served, along with soup and white rice. I suddenly realised how hungry I was, not having eaten in three days. I had to refrain from flipping everything down like a dog and embarrassing myself in front of everyone.