Bts Deceived [COMPLETED]

Chapter 36

LAURA'S POV
I watched as the screen started glitching, then rapidly went black. It quickly sunk to the bottom of the cup, being flooded with water. Dead.
I sighed shakily as I tried to calm my nerves. All those pictures.... My mom's voice...
No, I wouldn't make myself feel bad. I was never going to need that devise again, I was never going to need anything on it.
Or want anything on it, for that matter. It's all in the past now.
I watched the phone just sat inside the water for a good 5 minutes, just thinking. I didn't regret it. I forced a smile even though there was no one to fake it for, cracked my knuckles, and stood up. I went over to knock on the door but noticed something.
It wasn't locked.
With how close I've gotten with the guys, it shouldn't have surprised me that they left it like that. But it sort of did, just because this is the first time I ever noticed. Have they been leaving my door unlocked for a while now? Or maybe they just started today?
With a second of hesitation, I opened the door and walked out, the cup in hand. It felt so natural, so normal to be walking out of your room with no one supervising you. I didn't have to fake my faint smile anymore.
I looked down the hall, no one was there at the moment. With even more hesitation, I began to make my way down the stairs. It felt so weird, doing all this alone. I felt like a toddler beginning to walk without help from my parents.
"L-laura?" I heard someone call from the second floor. I was already at the bottom of the stairs, and I turned around to see who it was I was talking to. Suga. He visibly tensed up when he saw me alone.
I suddenly felt very out of place, exposed and awkward in a way. "I was just bringing the cup back to the sink." I said as casually as I could. I waited for a moment to see if he would yell at me, but he nodded after a few seconds. I continued to the kitchen, but I knew he was still watching me. I could just feel the tension when I walked past the hall that led to the front door. I walked passed it, not giving it a first glance, and I could almost hear Yoongi sigh with relief. It was great that he trusted me this much.
I walked into the kitchen, poured the water out of the cup and into the sink, pulled out the broken phone, and tossed it in the trash can. When I was finished, I turned around to go back upstairs but almost died of a heart attack when I saw Namjoon standing there.
"Oh shit!! You scared me! Don't sneak up like that!" I told him, putting a hand on my chest and laughing.
He didn't join me, instead he looked very serious, and a bit confused.
"What?" I asked.
"Did I just see what I thought I did?"
"See wha- oh. The phone-cup-water-trash can thing?"
He nodded.
I smiled softly. "All I wanted to do was take a look at it, but I didn't need it anymore. Wait, did you guys need it for something??" I asked, suddenly worried I made a mistake.
"What, no. I just, I don't know, I though you would-"
"Want to keep it?" I asked, smiling a bit wider. "Nah, I don't really like old, sad things. Kills my vibe."
A small grin appeared on his face too. "Good point." We stood there in a nice, lighthearted silence for a few moments before he spoke again. "Quite independent today."
"Yeah?" I replied, a bit nervously. It came out as more of a question than an answer. But I felt a wave of relief when Namjoon chuckled and replied,
"Yeah."

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THE NEXT MORNING, LAURA'S POV
"Jimiiin! Play with me!!"
"Laura" *awkward chuckles* "stop it, this is kinda freaking me out-"
"Then punish meee, I want to be punished" *drunk laughter*
"You just need to lay down-"
"Lay on top of me!! Like you did that one time, that time you kissed me, haha-"
*whispering* "Laura, you do realize that everyone is listening right? Shut the fuck up!"
"Haha, I love it when you get mad, you're so sexy when you're mad, it really turns me on-"
"OOOO JIMIN ARE YOU LISTENING TO THIS!? Some hard core confessions here!"
"She's drunk! None of this is true-"
"Jimin! I told you to play with me!! I wanna have fun!!" *Laura presses body against Jimin's, starts doing weird drunken body rolls*
"Ahh!! Stop it!"
"Yeah, keep screaming. Or you could make me scream, haha..."
"Someone help me! Guys she's gonna rape me-"
"RAPE ME JIMIIIN!!!!" *Laura starts touching Jimin's thighs, she's trying to reach his-

"AAAAHHHHHH HOLY SHIT OHMYFUCKINGGOD AAAHHHH MOTHER FUCKIN SHIT FUCK!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, shooting straight up into a sitting position. My heart was beating fast and I was sweating from that horrible nightmare. I sighed and tried to calm myself, it was just a nightmare-
Wait....
It wasn't a nightmare...
It was a fucking flashback. I groaned and cringed when I remembered the video Emily took when I was drunk on Jimin's birthday. It keeps haunting me at night, I can't believe I actually-
Thinking of the devil, the nob on the door turned and Jimin rapidly rolled inside. "What happened?? Are you okay??' He questioned, getting closer to the bed. I almost couldn't bare to look at him, how could he even talk to me when I tried to touch his dick???
"How did you get in here so quickly if you're in a wheelchair? Jeez..."
"Why were you screaming?'
"What? Screaming? What are you-"
"Don't play dumb with me." He said.
I sighed. "Just a, hehe, nightmare..." I muttered, getting goosebumps.
"Damn, what scared you that much that you have to make me roll over here at the speed of light?"
"You don't want to know." I said quickly. What I meant was, you don't want to be reminded of it.
A smirk made its way to Jimin's lips. "You're panting a lot. What kind of dream was this?"
"Nightmare." I corrected him.
"Uhuh." He replied lazily, with this effortlessly adorable expression on his face. "Tell me about it."
I cleared my throat. "It was terrible."
"A bit more specific?"
"Um, well, it was really intense, about rape and trauma... Yeah..." I said, not knowing how else to paraphrase it. Jimin chuckled a little and rolled as close as he could, and since I was near the edge of the bed we were relatively close.
"Rape, hm?'
"Yeah, and trauma...."
"Wow, sounds familiar." He said, grinning.
"Yeah, I've seen a couple movies with that kind of stuff-"
"Uhuh, movies, right." He said again. His hand made its way to my face, he casually moved a strand of hair out of the way, then not-so-casually moved it down to my shoulder. He moved my t-shirt to the side where it fell off my shoulder, then bit his lip "innocently" as he tugged on my bra strap.
It sent shivers down my spine and I slapped his hand away. "Jimin!"
He laughed. "What?" Then, he brought his voice down to a whisper. "Don't forget you raped me first, don't you think it should be my turn, to make it even?"
I blushed and tried to keep my face natural, but I knew he could tell that I was nervous. All emotions show up on my face. "Um, Ehehe, I mean, you're still wounded and all-"
"Wounds don't last that long." He said with a smirk-smile thing, a mixture of both. I didn't even know what to say so I just bit the inside of my cheeks and looked away. He cleared his throat. "You have a lot to do today, so get up and get dressed. 2 full rounds of each lesson besides Yoongi."
"Are we still gonna do the mission in 3 weeks? Or are we being delayed because of what happened with G-Dragon?" I asked.
"Namjoon said that by three weeks our wounds probably won't be so bad, so I still think the date for the mission is the same. I mean, yours are already starting to heal so 3 weeks should be more than enough time." He said warily. I knew we were both thinking he same thing....
I didn't want this to end. All the lessons and practice missions and fun. But not just that...
I've been thinking, and at this point I'm almost positive that they're going to let me stay with them even after this is all over, let me be a part of all this. That was what I wanted. But there was that slight chance that things wouldn't go that way...
Kown Ji-Yong's words haunt me.
"They die. They always kill them off. What makes you think you're any different?"