why (yoonmin)

chapter 17

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P.J.

I was confused. Was I supposed to not tell the others where yoongi was or lie to them? Why did he not tell everyone that he was in a gang ? That felt like much needed information prior to making a group.

I didn't know what was worse: me crushing hard on a guy I thought I knew but apparently don't or that he was in a well known gang that took part in hurting one of their friends already. Bless poor tae's brother, rip.

I took another shot of liquor and placed the empty shit glass back down on the table beside me, quietly thanking my father for giving me a rare American whiskey as a celebratory gift for graduation. Lonely drunk,but at least he loved me enough to support me and my dreams of being a dancer.

I finished putting everything away when I was done and sat down on the couch to relish in my self pity when I was rudely interrupted by my phone. It was a constant buzzing. I probably should have answered the first time they called but I was to...busy.

"Jimin"
"Yes ?"
Zico was huffing and puffing on the other line like he'd just ran 5 miles straight.

"I need your address. I can't text right now but text it to me after this call. Okay?"

Why did he need my address and why did it sound like he was in the middle of fucking yoongi into the bed ? I thought about it for a moment before I answered confirming I'd send him my address.

"Why do you need it?"
"WILL YOU BE CAREFUL?! listen Jimin, I'll talk to you when I get there. I don't have enough time right now to explain everything. Trust me alright ?"
"Mmm, fine. Just you , no one else."
"You have my word. Be there in 50."

He hung up the phone and I was left in my confused state, only to be.. More fucking lost.

Zico was a man of his words. 50 minutes on the dot.
The knocking at my door to the apartment I shared with Jungkook and taehyung was none other than the gang boss himself , standing in front of me with sweat rolling down his face and something slung over his shoulder.

"I need a bed or couch to put him."
That was yoongi. He had yoongi, limply slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and instead of moving out of the way to allow him in, my mind started to question if he was hurt or worse.

Noticing my panic Zico gently brushed past me and walked into the living room and as softly as he could, he put yoongi on the couch.

" take a deep breath, close the door and come here."

His voice was slow, calm, and caring. I wanted to laugh but I needed an explanation first. I took the deepest breath ever and held it in for a moment after closing the door. I looked over at the unconscious yoongi. He looked peaceful and angelic in a way. I let the breath out and made my way over to an open seat and sat down.

"Alright, What's going on ?" I relaxed the best I could but not letting my guard down at all.
Zico took a deep breath himself. He looked like he was about to cry. I almost wanted to hug him. Almost.

"I need you to take care of him. I'm leaving and not coming back, I realize now that I should have left him alone but I am a selfish ass hole. He needs his friends now. Lease promise me that you will be by him for whatever reason, even if he pisses you off, you can't leave him or he will crumble and it will be too late to put him back together again."
His voice trembled with the threat of tears that had started to gather behind the waterline.

Shit, he really cared about yoongi and All I could do was nod my head.

"He-He killed the leader of that gang that was trailing me and one of their members. I'm sorry to leave you to pick up the mess but if he stays with me, there is no guarantee that he won't kill again for my name. He's so fucking loyal and stubborn." He took a moment to look down at the man with a noticeable loving look in his eye. I wanted to either cry or throw up at the thought of him loving yoongi like a normal person and not like the gang leader he was known to be. I was a little jealous.

"I'll keep in touch with you for a while, but change my name in your phone incase he gets snoopy. I can't risk him going out to look for me. I can't say that I would tell him he shouldn't be with me, because I want him but this is best. I have to get going, he's going to wake up soon and I can't be here otherwise it will be messy. Give him some time to open up to you, he's been though a lot, and most of it is not something he should have been through." He kept his voice low and smooth. Again, I could only nod my head.

I watched him lean down on the couch and hug yoongi as tight as he could, he was whispering in his ear like the boy could hear him and respond. The scene was heartbreaking enough for me to look away to give them needed privacy.

It was over soon, and I could see the tear marks that ran down his cheeks and he left without another word. I was left to the silence and my own thoughts of everything that had just happened. I looked over at yoongi he looked like he was sleeping now and not on the edge of death. I shook my head and walked into my kitchen. I wasn't drunk enough for any of this yet I didn't want to be. I watched the older man from the other side of the counter, waiting for him to wake up. I didn't know what was going to happen but I made a promise to keep him safe and watch him so that's what I was going to do. I pulled up a barstool and sat down and scrolled though my phone, looking up periodically to see if he was up and moving.

At some point I fell a sleep and I cursed myself for it having dropped my phone on the floor. I licked it up and prayed that it was still okay. I couldn't afford a new one with rent coming up soon. I looked up after getting my phone back from the floor to see yoongi looking me deadass in the eyes. He looked mad.

"H-Hey, how are you feeling ?" He looked ready to murder me at any moment. He was so unreadable and unpredictable, but that was exciting too.

He finally looked away before he answered and I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding until my lungs started to burn.

"Where is Zico and why am I here and not with him?" He looked around my house and I looked for a believable lie. Fuck Zico for not helping me out for this moment. How would he react if I told him Zico left him? Would he go looking for him or kill me first then go looking for him? No, he wouldn't harm his friends.

"I'm not sure, he um, he called me said you were missing, I went out to look for you and found you at the studio a sleep or something on the floor. I assumed you wanted to write and passed out from exhaustion." That was fucking pathetic. He didn't even look like he believes me in the slightest.
"Do you remember-"
"How much do you know?"

That was rude but it was so yoongi to interrupt mid question. I guess he wanted the truth this time.

"I know a bit, just..... what Zico wanted to tell me at least. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want me to know though." I spat quickly incase he wanted to interrupt again but he didn't. He just looked at the ground and I waited for him to say something back.

"Tell me then." The air in the room felt different now. The hostility that filled it when I woke up left and was replaced by something like fear? What did he have to fear ? Wasn't he some big and bad gang member?

"I know that you wer-are in a gang with Zico, I know you've killed ... A lot of people...here recently too...." I dropped my voice. "That's all though. "

"Where is Zico? I should be with him right now." The emotional scene between the two before flashed in my head for a moment. Zico leaning down into yoongi hugging him and whispering into his ear.
'Please stay safe, your friends will take care of you more than I ever will. Don't push them away, let them love you. You're never alone.'

I watched as yoongi ran a hand through is hair looking like he was in the edge is a panic attack. I rushed my way over to his side as casually as I could and sat down next to him "do you want some food or something to drink ? We can go out. I will be my treat." He didn't look at me but he turned me down with the shake of his head. I resisted the urge to text Zico telling him I couldn't handle this, how could he think I could handle an almost stranger. But instead I wrapped my arms around yoongi and held him tight just like Zico had before he left. It seemed to calm him down a little but he was still tense.

My poor yoongi.

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