psychotic | yoonmin → BOOK 2

一 | 丢失lost。

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MIN YOONGI

Only a few hours have went by since Yoongi escaped Gonjiam, the house that kept him locked up for a mental illness he never had.

Only a few hours have went by since he took Jimin's innocence and claimed it as his.

Only a few hours have went by since he watched his life crumble downwards even more.

He was hungry, powerless and weak. They all were. Jimin, Taehyung, Namjoon, Seokjin, and Jungkook. They all had a sleek sheer line of sweat on their foreheads as they paced around a small meadow. The full moon casted a dim glare onto the dew covered grass. They had to keep moving or risk being captured again. But exhaustion had the best of them.

"What was the point.." Yoongi finally plopped himself down onto the damp grass,"What were we thinking..? I mean, did we really think we could survive on our own? Did I think we could survive on our own..?" Yoongi dropped his head into his hands. He felt like he had been crushed and then tossed away- a feeling he knew all too well.

A hand was placed onto the nape of his neck,"Hyung..come on, you know that's not true."

His sweet, sweet Jimin. So small, petite and so fragile. Yet his coldened soft hands seemed to burn his skin with pity. The cold only reminded him that he hadn't provided enough for them. Yoongi refused to look up, he refused to look into those brown eyes filled with sympathy.

"What other choice do we have?" Yoongi mumbled. They had no where to go, go plan what's so ever. Nothing,"I don't know why I  thought I could do this."

Jimin never moved his hand, only bent down to reach Yoongi's level,"You know we're in this together, right? I'm sure that if we could use our powers-"

"What powers?!" Yoongi jerked away from Jimin's grasp. As much as he hated it- hated yelling or getting angry with him, Jimin was wrong,"We don't even know our powers. We don't know how to use them or how to control them! Do the others even know just exactly who you are?!" Yoongi felt his face burning with rage. He wanted to be normal. Just like everyone else was. He didn't want to be labeled as a monster or even called different.

Jimin sucked in a breath, his face calm though Yoongi could see through his worries. Jimin ended up shaking his head, his eyes averting to the dark ground. The younger stood up and clapped his hands together,"Then that's what we'll do." Jimin then turned to the other boys who stood silently among them.

"I'll start." Jimin cleared his throat and Yoongi could tell by the shakiness of it that he was a nervous wreck.

"My name is Park Jimin. All my life, I've been isolated from my family. I was forced to do things on my own. I remember the first time that I found out I wasn't normal." Jimin paused, choking on his next words,"It was a Sunday night, that's when I took my late night walk. Clique right?" The corner of Jimin's mouth turned upward slightly into a small smirk. A split second later it was gone,"I had been feeling pain all over for days up in till that night. It felt like all my muscles were sore from extensive exercise. But this.. that night.. it was horrible. I couldn't walk anymore, everything was so blurry and my mind was dizzy. I remember collapsing onto the sidewalk, and I could just hear my bones being snapped and moved into different places. I cried then, not even realizing what I had turned into to."