Redamancy | Yoonmin.

Y O O N G I.

I had accidentally fallen asleep in the recording studio one night, and woke up to my phone blown up with text messages and missed calls. I didn't answer them - didn't even look to see who it was from. I walked back to the dorm, making sure I had my mask over my face and some sunglasses on. When I entered, I pulled both accessories off my face, but my body slammed up against the door in a matter of seconds. Blinking rapidly, it took my eyes and body a moment to realize what had happened. Jimin was hugging me with such force.

"I was so worried."

I ran until my legs felt like they weren't attached to my body anymore. I know this was dangerous, but I had to catch a ride and thankfully the driver didn't know me.

I mean, who really did know me?

I could tell you one person.

I was trying everything to not break down or not show any signs of panic on my face so the driver wouldn't throw me out. I wasn't going to mess with that shit, I saw it all the time on the news. Fortunately, I arrived at the dorms safely and when the vehicle was out of sight, I started to run again.

I flew through the door and slammed it shut, having to double over and hold on to my knees as I groaned. My head was pulsing so hard that I could physically hear someone knocking on my skull.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I cursed to myself and then stood up straight, my hand pressing against my lower back. My legs took me to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I knew nobody was here, but it was a habit unlike the other guys. They didn't really care around each other.

I rolled up my sleeves and then turned my head away from the mirror as I walked over to the tub. I didn't want to look at myself. I'd probably want to punch the mirror and any damage that's done to our place has consequential outcomes. I sit down on the side of the tub and let my arms lean against my knees, my hands lost in my hair.

What am I doing here?

Letting out a soft sigh, I finally noticed that I felt numb. That I didn't feel my heart beating anymore, that maybe all of this was a dream.

I wrinkled up my nose and shook my head.

No, this wasn't a dream. You're losing your sanity, Yoongi.

Just when I stood up, my head shot up almost as fast as the bathroom door swung open.

"What in the hell are you doing here?" Jungkook asked, his jaw clenched and his nostrils flared.

I just stood there, dumbfounded and confused, not knowing what to say or do.

"Are you that fucking careless, Yoongi?" He said, his swearing throwing me off to the point I scoffed and shook my head.

"The fuck you mean?" I tested him.

"You don't even care enough to see Jimin. He was coming from your house. Doesn't it make you feel anything?" He asked, his voice getting louder which only made everything feel less numb again.

I was liking feeling numb.

"Is it supposed to, Jungkook? The kid had an accident," I said, my hand pressing against his shoulder firmly and pushing him out of my way but that didn't stop him. He grabbed my wrist before I had dropped it at my side again and tugged my body back to him.

"Kid? You're calling Jimin a kid? An accident? Yeah, he was in an accident. An accident that made him fall into a coma. An accident that made him not be able to breathe on his own. An accident that fucking destroyed half of his face. An accident that could make him not even remember you at all, Yoongi. An accident that could still kill him if it did enough damaged to his brain. And you don't even care. You don't even care enough to see him!" Jungkook yelled, making me yank my wrist back and walking back out of that bathroom without replying to him. I needed to get out of here again. I didn't want to talk about Jimin. I didn't want to think about him. I didn't want to see him.