why (yoonmin)

chapter 19

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P.J.

He didn't do much. At most he ate but then went back to his corner that he made himself comfortable in, even though I'd offered my spare bedroom to him.
A few days had passed after his episode but he didn't talk to me unless it was to ask for something to eat.

He made a nest for himself out of the blankets I handed him and slept on top of them.
It was a little cold out at night so I risked having to pay a few extra for turning the heat up for him.

After the first day I got a text from Zico asking how yoongi was. I didn't answer him. He didn't deserve to know yet. He should be here to help yoongi understand why this is good for him to be away from Zico and the Gang.

A loud bang disrupted my thoughts. I got up from the bed and walked out into the living room. My heart rate picked up faster than the adrenaline.

Yoongi was on the ground curled up in a ball with his phone busted, he was shaking.

"Yoongi, what's wrong ?" He was mumbling something. Something about his mother and father? Zico?
" Yoongi..."
I walked closer to him as slowly as I could and placed my hand on his back. He turned around to face me. He looked scared, sad.....broken.

I looked him over to make sure nothing had happened to him and that's when I noticed his left arm.

Thanks to him wearing a loose sweatshirt the sleeve rolled up when he curled himself into a ball on the carpet allowing large scabs for in on his wrist and forearm to be shown. I looked past it for now. I needed to get him into his corner the best that I could. I ran my hand softly through my hair before taking a deep breath. I needed every bit of my strength to lift dead weight off the floor and move it about 30 feet to the left of me.

I slid my left arm under his knees and snakes my right arm through one of his arms and lifted. He wasn't that heavy, but he wasn't light neither.

It all went to shit after that.

He started to struggle in my arms all while his eyes were closed and thrashed his arms around almost hitting my face a few times. I'd almost made it to his nest when his eyes opened and his head snapped towards my direction. His eyes looked inhuman, almost as if he had never been around any human interaction.

He may have been semi easy to carry but he was fucking strong.

He pushed himself out of my arms with just one shove landing himself on his feet. We were the same height but as he looked into my eyes I felt like he was looking down on me.

I was scared playing with the unknown like this and I was fully aware that I was showing my fear.

I tried backing away slowly but he lunged at me causing me to trip over myself and collide with the ground. I felt pain instantly shoot through the back of my head I threw my hands back as a reaction and held the spot.

"Y-Yoongi stop. Leave me alone." I curled into myself as the pain grew. I started to feel light headed and tired but yoongi was still stalking toward me slowly. I held my eyes shut for a moment trying to concentrate on anything but the pain and it really helped when I felt a pair of hands their way around my throat, coiling fingers laced tight, squeezing until no more air could make it in nor out. My eyes flashed open and I saw a blank faced yoongi on top of me.

I was really scared now, and slightly pissed at Zico for leaving me with such a mess to deal with.

My lungs started to burn and beg to be filled with oxygen while my brain throbbed and bled through the open wound in the back. I felt tears starting to spill from the ends of my eye and my lips form yoongis name even though nothing came out.

And then it stopped.

Air rushed into my body with the help of gasping for it and my head heart a little less. Yoongi let me go and he backed away into his corner. I freed my hands from the back of my head but then I started to feel liquid Jimin pour out of the gash causing me to bring them back.

I moved my body in a way that made it easier for me to get up without the use of my hands and in no time I was up and standing, looking at yoongi whose eyes were still on me only they showed pain and most likely, regret.

"Yoongi, it's ok. Come here." I crouched down and once again removed my hands and let them hang down by my sides. The objective was to appear as non threatening as possible. It started to work as he slowly made his way back to me.

" it's okay yoongi. Accidents happen. Everything is gonna be ok. Let Jimin hug you , okay?" He only nodded but I took note at his more slightly relaxed body language and slowly wrapped my arms around him. He was quiet for a while after that and when I looked down he seemed to be asleep. I let out a deep sigh and rubbed circles on his back. I heard my phone ring but I didn't bother to get it. It can wait.

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M.Y.

I was fuckin hungry and hot.

It was nice of Jimin to let me sleep in his house even if it wasn't in his spare room.

I made my way on the path to the kitchen when I felt a sharp pain in the left side of my head. I dropped to the floor unable to do anything on my own.

' you took him away from us! You're no good to him, bring him back.'
He left us on his own, I didn't do anything ! Leave me alone, just let me live.."
'No.'

I saw Jimin come out of his room and rush over to my side but I couldn't hear him, I only saw his mouth moving.

I felt really angry at him for no reason, or so I thought.

'Hurt him, make him take us to Zico .'
No, he's my friend!

I had no control over my body what so ever and it took a while before I saw any of my limbs move against my will.

Jimin picked me up, he was strong for such a small boy, and he started to carry me towards the corner of the room. But my arms pushed my body out of his grasp and I took to the floor like a cat landing on my feet. He looked scared at I stared at him.

'Time to have some real fun!'

I watched in horror as Jimin backed away from me slowly. I felt myself lunge at him and it caused him to fall back and hit his head. He wound himself into a ball holding the back of his head. Clearly it was bleeding, quite a bit too.

He closed his eyes and that's when I felt my hands wrap around his neck.

Stop, don't hurt him. He's just trying to help!
'He will take us to the one we love! Shut up!'

The grip grew tighter and tighter.

No! I said let him go and I mean it !
I gained control back and I let go of Jimin's neck. I heard him gasp for air and I pushed myself far enough away from him in case I lost my mind.

He was still holding the back of his head trying to keep it from bleeding all over himself. I felt bad, really really bad. I wanted to take the hurt away. I didn't want to be around Jimin or anyone else if it meant that they would get hurt because of me and I couldn't tell anyone else the truth either. They'd only want to try and help me.

"Yoongi, it's ok. Come here."

His voice snapped my mind free of any bad thoughts. I looked at him and he stared lovingly into my eyes like I hadn't just tried to kill him.

" it's okay yoongi. Accidents happen. Everything is gonna be ok. Let Jimin hug you , okay?" I nodded my head. I didn't trust myself to talk yet, Afraid of saying something that would hurt him again. He scooted closer to me and let go of his head just to bring me back into his arms. I felt oddly safe and also tired and I couldn't resist a nice nap with the addition of being held as well so I took advantage of it and fell asleep.

For the first time in a month I felt more sane than I had ever been.