Cannibal: BTS ff

Part 17

(Y/N)'s pov

I walk back down the cold hallway, my footsteps echoing off the walls. I never really noticed how cold it is in this house until just recently, my whole body shaking even though I am wearing jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and a jacket. I found the jacket down on the first floor, but I have no idea where it came from. I think it is one of the guys', but we will see.

I finally reach the room that I put them in and open the door with the key I was given, taking the jacket off before entering the room. I can hear them before I see them, their loud shuffling reaching my ears as I open the door all of the way. 

The room that I put them in is empty aside from them. There are no windows in any of the rooms except for the one that I sleep in, so the walls are entirely blank. The only color in the room comes from the discolored floor from all of the other prisoners that have been held in there. I have washed the blood off of the floor so many times that some of the color is permanently stuck in certain spots. 

The guys are all cuddled up in a corner, their bodies shaking and shivering as much as mine is. They are all wearing jackets except for the one named Jimin, who is in the middle of all of them. They seem to be giving him warmth from keeping him in the middle, but I can clearly see the tips of his ears that have started to turn blue.

'What do you want?" the one named Namjoon asks, speaking up for the group as a whole. I roll my eyes uncaringly as I walk farther into the room, the sound of my shoes hitting the ground loud in my ears. They all move as I get closer, cowering back into the wall. Thats good though. If they had continued to fight back, she wouldn't have liked that.

I don't answer his question, crouching down when I get to be right in front of Jimin. He shakes as I peer into his eyes, him too cold to move away from me. He is an interesting guy. He had been the first one to notice my eyes, which I hadn't even noticed myself if I am being completely honest. He is the most observant out of the group, and I hope that doesn't get him killed.

"Park Jimin: third youngest, and one of the happiest of the group" I say softly, watching as he pathetically looks up at me. "What happened to all the fierceness you had at the beginning, huh?"

I scoff, standing up from my spot and stretching. I carelessly throw the jacket that I assume is his onto his shivering form, watching as he grabs it and greedily wraps himself in it. The others let out sounds of relief as they huddle around him again, the one named Jin helping him put his arms though the respective holes. I find myself envying the way they all seem to care for each other, wondering what it would feel like if someone cared about me the way that they care about each other.

I shake my head, clearing away the useless thoughts. That will never happen, so why am I thinking about it now? I walk back over to the door, stopping once I get outside of the room. They aren't looking at me anymore, all of them too busy fussing over Jimin as he tries to shoo them away.

The last thing I see before I close the door is Jimin's curious gaze, his eyes staring into mine as a contemplative frown takes over his face. I lock the door with a sigh, rubbing my cold arms as I walk back over to my room. He better keep his mouth shut in the future, or else he might get himself into trouble.