'We are not insane, not like the others...'
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A sudden turn of events puts Y/n's life in danger. When the world turns on you, who do you turn to?
The last person she wanted to go to was the boy that abused her, Hoseok, but he's the one to bring her...
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"Your. Thighs." I repeated trying to keep a straight face. She was still hugging the pillow out of embarrassment. I turned back to Jimin for permission but he just shrugged. I turned back to Y/n and tapped her shoulder.
"They have to be treated somehow, or they'll get infected." I explained before attempting to lift her skirt.
"YAH!" She dropped the pillow and slapped my hand.
"Just let me do it!" I spoke in a louder tone, "I'm only cleaning it" She groaned again and pulled the pillow back over her face. I sighed through my nostrils before attempting to lift her skirt again, this time managing to reveal the cut. I gently caress the cut with the wipe before bandaging it up.
"Okay, done" I said with a proud smile, impressed I'd done a good job. She threw her pillow at my face knocking me back so she could run to Hoseok's room whilst screaming.
"Girls." I said whilst rolling my eyes.
"I can't believe Hoseok would go that far..." Jimin admitted with his face falling into his palms.
"Maybe he acts this way because she's a girl?" Tae suggested looking around at the others.
"You know what, Tae is right... He usually beats guys, but when he started beating a girl he acts differently." I said with a tired sigh.
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"So, he likes Y/n? Or is he just being a perv?" Jimin asked with furrowed brows. At that moment Hoseok entered the house.
"Argh... I'm so tired." Hoseok moaned as he walked into the living room.
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