Skin Deep | m.yg

Day 26

This was the fifth night in a row you've woken up from that same nightmare. That horrible moment of seeing your mom fall dead before your eyes was traumatizing. The screeching sound of tires was surely going to haunt you to your grave.

Glancing over at the alarm clock on your table, a deep sigh escaped your lips. 1:02 a.m. Was this a coincidence? This was the exact time your mom died.

"W-what is g-going on?" you whimpered. Shouts coming from downstairs alarmed you, and you feared the worst. It sounded like the boys. They were fighting about something, but the sound was too muffled. This scared you.

"Please, s-stop!" you were sobbing at this point. Loud cries echoed throughout your room. You covered your ears to try and block out the yelling. The slam of a door made you curl up into a ball, only to immediately relax.

"It's okay, I'm here princess. I won't leave you." Yoongi's soothing voice calmed you down. Yes, you still didn't trust him, but at this point you didn't care. "The boys are a little drunk, you don't need to be scared."

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"What happened last night?" Hoseok was in the process of putting his pants back on(A/n: no nothing happened, pervert) which were all the way across the room. Seokjin groaned, rolling off of the couch and onto the floor.

"Hey are you guys - Jimin!" you squealed and immediately turned away as Jimin frantically covered his, ahem, you know. A bright blush spread across your face.

"Where the fuck are my boxers?! And my clothes?!?!" Jimin found a spare blanket and covered himself as he ran to his room. Faintly from upstairs, you could hear 'JEON JUNGKOOK!' You couldn't help but laugh from the chaos unfolding in front of you.

"Mm, (Y/n), babe." Taehyung sleepily fell onto you. "I had a dream."

"Oh yeah? W-what about?"

"Oh, I don't remember exactly, but I know that you were screaming my name and-"

"And I don't want to know the rest." you covered your face in embarrassment. "Hey, where's Yoongi?" Jungkook curiously looked around. Just then, the loud screaming of tires was heard outside. You pushed the boys back and ran somewhere away from them. Everything started to become blurry and you were shaking uncontrollably.(A/n: I've never personally had a panic attack myself, so bear with me if I get details wrong. This is FICTION.)

"Shit. It's them." Namjoon muttered under his breath looking out of the window. The boys got the hint, but were too busy calling out your name and helping you calm down from your panic attack. You fell down into someone's arms and sobbed. Except, it didn't feel right. Something was off. You weren't really aware of what was going on around you, but a familiar pair of arms embraced you.

Suddenly, your cries stopped. A soft, gentle kiss was placed onto your forehead. "Yoongi, please, d-don't leave." Upon, hearing your words, Yoongi tensed up. This was the first time you said something comforting to him. He hugged you tighter as you relaxed in his arms.

That was when you felt it. That same spark you felt when you met him. Yoongi's smell was awfully familiar, and his voice was something you heard before. Then, you carefully looked down at his wrist.

"I found you." A fresh set of tears started to form in your eyes. "Oh god, Yoongi, I missed you!" you hugged him as tight as you could and didn't want to let him go. Yoongi himself was going to cry, but didn't.

"Why, why did you leave! It hurt so much, I felt lost without you. You didn't even come to mom's funeral." Yoongi softly stroked your hair as he placed small kisses across your forehead.

"I'm sorry, I had no other choice."

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"No, officer. We haven't seen her, we didn't even know she was missing." Namjoon used his excellent convincing skills to throw the police off. They soon left and continued on to other houses.

"So, Tae. What was your dream about?" It was as if a switch clicked in his brain at Jungkook's question. He immediately began to describe every detail. As you can imagine, the boys felt really awkward.(A/n: I would describe the dream too, but there shall not be any smutty smut smut.

Yet ;)

"You're disgusting." Jimin gagged as he got up from the floor. "Thank you." Taehyung smiled proudly. Hoseok stared wide-eyed at the younger and furrowed his eyebrows. "I worry about you."

Yoongi was still enjoying holding you for the past five minutes. Nothing could go wrong.

Right?

OKAY Y'ALL CALM THYSELVES. I was obviously kidding about the smut. Or was I? Lol no but srsly i dont prefer writing smut. This is a PG story (yeah, no). Plus, isnt weird to write sexual/kinky fantasies about grown men? I think it is, perverts. Also, if you don't know what these terms mean;

1: if you're too young to know and/or don't know, why the fook are you here? I thought i told you this was not meant for young audiences

2: ask your parents

Sheet, no dont ask your parents. God, you kids. Not much else for me to say, except sorry bc this chapter is strange. I'm sick and my brain is effed up rn.

See ya later, perverts(sorry, you guys are actually beautiful! Love you💕)

-Aether