Secrets⇝Yoonmin

|Chapter • 27|

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Yoongi's POV
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I wake up, still in Sejuns arms. He glances down at me and smiles, "We're almost there." I nod, wrapping the blanket around me tighter. "Hey.. I'm going to take you back to your house. Okay? I know where it is from your records at the hospital."

I nod, wincing as a sharp pain goes through my head. "Blood.. first." I groan, grasping Sejuns shirt. "O-okay. Hang on." He sets me down on the sidewalk, pulling out his phone.

"Hey- yeah...as much as you can give, I'll pay you back later." Sejun gives whoever he's talking to the address of where we are before sitting down and pulling me into his lap.

We wait for almost an hour before a man walks down the sidewalk, dropping a backpack beside us. I notice Sejun hold me closer as the man narrows his eyes at me. "I said I'd pay you back later." Sejun says angrily, but I sense his fear. The man nods before continuing down the sidewalk.

Sejun sighs in relief and grabs the backpack, unzipping it quickly. He pulls out two bags of blood, ripping one open with with his teeth before putting it to my mouth. I get too eager, squeezing the bag, making it spurt out all over my face. I groan in frustration, sitting up straighter to try to control myself.

"Go slow. Your gonna end up choking Yoongi." Sejun says, placing a hand on my waist. He uses his jacket sleeve to wipe the blood off of my face, meanwhile I'm halfway through my second bag.

"Lets go, want me to carry you again?" He asks as he puts the two empty bags into the backpack, slinging it onto his shoulder. I nod, feeling like a child as he picks me up, walking down the street toward the house. I sigh, feeling full, I fall asleep in his arms once again.

I wake up in my bed, I inhale deeply, turning my head. Jimin is clutching my hand, his shoulders shaking softly. I furrow my eyebrows, why is he here?

"Jimin." I barely whisper, but his head shoots up. My mouth falls open at the state of his face, a black eye, several cuts, and cracked lips. Dry and wet tears stain his face. "What-" I start but a sob falls from his lips. "Why did you leave me? You went back- back to Cara! Did you not?!" Jimin's fists connect with my chest, punching over and over again.

I grab his wrists, huffing in annoyance. "Stop it." I growl, sitting up. "I left because I don't want to hurt you anymore! I've hurt you quite enough for a life time don't you think?" I furrow my eyebrows as Jimin's eyes flash red. "Sure, because leaving me to go back to your 'soul mate' doesn't hurt Yoongi."

He pulls out of my grasp, slamming my door as he runs out. His foot steps go down the hallway, and I hear the front door slam. "Fuck!" I get up quickly, attempting to follow him, but Namjoon stops me. "Where the hell have you been?!" The intensity of his voice leaves me at a loss for words.

"Namjoon- Jimin, please let me go!" I beg him, but he shakes his head. "Come here. We need to talk." He grabs my arm, taking me back into my room. "Do you have any idea how worried we've all been?!" His voice is loud, making me flinch. "Hell! Jimin tried going to get you! He was a fucking mess Yoongi!" His eyebrows are furrowed in anger.

"This is why I left Namjoon! I hurt everyone I meet!" I rip away from him. "Yoongi everyone hurts others at some point! You've hurt me before, but I got over it. The worst you hurt me and probably Jimin was running away from us! Your my best friend. And whatever you left over we can fix!" His voice breaks at the end of his sentence.

"I'm sorry. I didn't run from you.. I guess I ran from Jimin, I can't fix what happened there Joon." I give him a sad smile. "Okay- well I'm going to get Jimin. Don't you dare fucking leave this room Yoongi." He raises his voice at me before slamming my door on the way out. I flinch away from the noise, covering my ears even after it's over.

I sigh, checking what time it is; 6:57pm. I strip down to my boxers, then curl up under the covers of my bed, enveloped in darkness. I fall into a light sleep, immediately waking up as I feel a presence in my room. I relax when I smell Sejuns strong cologne. "Why are you here?" I mumble, still half asleep.

"I wanted to check on you. Jimin's still not back, Seokjin and Namjoon are looking for him still." I sigh, frowning. It's my fault, always my fault. I curl up tighter into a ball, holding my knees to my chest. I feel Sejuns weight beside me as he sits on the edge of my bed.

"I can go if you want, I know your tired." His voice is low, comforting. "No.. lay here with me. I get.. nightmares." I'm not lying there, I do get nightmares. Only of Jimin though, only of the trauma I've caused him. Sejun gets up, walking to the other side of my bed before lying down. I hear him grunt in pain.

"Why are you hurt?" I reach my hand out toward him. "I'm not."

"You are. You made a noise of pain."

"I didn't."

"Bullshit."

He sighs in defeat. "It's nothing Yoongi, just.. back pain. Okay?" I nod, but I don't believe him. "It's all my fault Sejun.." I whisper. He frowns at me, sitting up. "What is?" He questions, raising an eyebrow.

"Everything! I mean, I've hurt so many people- Jimin, Namjoon, Cara! I'm going to hurt you one day to-" he cuts me off, pressing his lips to mine. He pulls away, "shh.. it's going to be alright." His hand wanders to the back of my neck, attaching our mouths together again. I don't kiss back, but I don't pull away either.

This feels wrong. Everything. Everything's wrong. I can't do this, this is wrong-

"Yoongi I-" my door had opened quickly and Jimin had started, but ended quickly. I pushed Sejun away with everything I had. As soon as mine and the boy I loves eyes connected, a sob had fallen from his mouth, and he was gone. Again.

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