why (yoonmin)

chapter 11

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P.J.
Me to group: meet me in the food court.
Monster: you buying ?
HOBI: he better be, I have no money.
Tae: how? We each had like $700 from the manager.
Kook: probably spent it all on useless things.
Mother: on our way. What did you hear about yoongi.
Monster: did he find him finally? I hope they brake up. He gives me weird vibes.
Me: will you guys shut up and get here soon.
Kook: o.h.

I angrily put my phone on the table where I had seated myself. How was Zico gonna text me and then not give me any further detail? Vague mother fucker. I looked around to find everyone gathered and walking my way. I exhaled a big moment before getting up, grabbing my phone and walking in their direction.

"We need to leave. No questions asked, I have no fucking clue either and I'm just as confused as you all are." Jin nodded and gathered everyone in his arms and started walking towards the exit. I walked behind him checking my phone one last time there was nothing and then there was something. I opened the text from Zico.

Dico: I'm taking yoongi with me for a few days. Please don't bother him.

I felt rage boil up in the pit of my stomach. 'Please don't bother him' ? Who the fuck?
I was lost in my thoughts and didn't notice Jin had stopped in front of me until I bumped into him.
"Sorry hyung." I muttered without looking up but he didn't answer my apology like he should have. I looked up to see that his attention was directed to the left of him along with the entire group. I turned my head scanning the area to the left of me.

I felt my phone drop out of my hands and land on the ground next to my feet. Zico was standing in front of a uniformed ambulance driver who was standing next to the ambulance their backs facing us. They were talking between themselves and then they shook hands in an odd way before Zico loaded himself up into the ambulance and then came the sound of a gurney being rolled out onto the cement.

Hoseok was the first to make a move only to be held back by Namjoon. My entire world had stopped as a familiar head of blond hair came into view. We were far enough away to stay out of sight by the uniforms but close enough to see the red that pained spots in yoongi's hair. I felt my knees reach the ground but I didn't feel the pain that came with it , my body numb from the scene. Was he dead? What happened? What was Zico not telling us?

The ambulance drive past us and was out of sight before long. My phone rang next to me. I picked it up:

Dico: please take yoongi's car home.

I broke from the group letting gin know that I was supposed to take yoongi's car back to his place. He insisted that someone come with but I told him it wasn't going to be necessary. He hugged me then was off with the rest of the group in the direction of his own vehicle.

The drive was quite and short. I used my gps on my phone to take me to yoongi's and I was not disappointed when I parked in the driveway of a nice house. I waited a moment before getting out. I didn't want to leave the comfortable car but I couldn't stay in there forever. A tap on the glass next to my ear gave the healthy me a heart attack. I quickly gathered myself up and looked over to find Namjoon looking at me with his arms folded, waiting for me to get out of the car.

I closed the door and made sure to lock it. If yoongi needed the keys he could get them from me.

"Jin harassed me into coming and brining you back to his place." He put his arm around my shoulders." Come on, everyone's waiting." We walked towards a black pickup truck. I still felt numb and dead inside.

....
Z.

I helped my men get yoongi still in the gurney, from the back of the ambulance.
"Thanks P.O. once you have him in the building take him from the bed and put him in my room. I'll take care of him from there." He gave me a nod and went to work with his partner, jaehyo. I looked at my phone for the last time and put it back in my pocket once I had finished. I took yoongi's out next. He didn't bother with pass codes thankfully so all I had to do was swipe. I went directly to his emergency contacts:

Stubborn mother
Whipped father
Z

He didn't even have his real family in his phone. It made me realize just how shitty his actual mother and father may have been to him. I breathed out a sigh and locked the screen putting it back in my pocket. I went into my house after having the area looked around to make sure no one was out looking suspicious or anything. Yoongi needed me and I was going to be there for him this time, even though it had all been my fault in the first place. I ruined him with my selfish desires, but it was equally his fault for allowing me to.

I opened the door to my room and to my delight there lay a still drugged and unconscious suga. His blond hair spread out on the dark red of the pillow made him look like an angel. I smiled and tiptoed to the side of the bed. He would have to wake him up soon to give him some pain meds if he needed them but for now he was going to enjoy the familiarity of yoongi in his bed again.

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M.Y.

My head hurt, my body felt fatigued, my eyes would not open, and my voice was so scratchy it made it almost impossible to yell for assistance where ever I was. I tried to move my legs but something held them in place. I started to panic.
"Hello..?"
No one answered, except for him.

'Welcome back.'

The reality of my situation had hit me like a bus.

I was in hell

-update 3 of 10-