'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...
I stared at him silently, not knowing what to say in response.
"I..." I take a moment to think, "I think of you as an old friend." I forced my head away from him, making sure he got the message. I heard him sigh and it made me regret saying it so bluntly.
"Hey, Y/n?" Tae called.
"Yeah?" I said pulling on a smile.
"Did you take off Jimin's shirt?" Tae asked with a smirk. I could feel Hoseok heating up with anger behind me. I felt the urge to tease Hoseok, after all he did anyway.
"Yeah, I did." I replied with a smirk.
"Why?" Tae asked with his smirk dropping when he noticed my confidence.
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"Oh, you should have seen us. For a guy that almost died, has some good moves" I said with my smirk growing as I saw Hoseok's anger.
"Ohh Y/n, wanna remake the scene?" Jungkook asked when he noticed what I was trying to do.
"Not now, Kookie. You're too young to see things like that" I replied. Jimin smirked when he finally caught on to what I was doing.
"Thanks for the fun, Jiminie." I said with a wink.
"Anytime" He croaked resting his hands behind his head. I walked across to the door, before I left I glanced back at Hoseok who just looked like a grumpy cat.
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I'd hardly made my way down the hall when someone slammed my back against the wall.
"Hoseok! What are you doing?" I spat pushing against his chest, but it was like he'd turned to stone, I couldn't move him.
"Is that true?" Hoseok asked with narrowed eyes.
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