SPY-ISH → bts fanfiction

chapter eight

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M.Y.G

I STARE at my feet against the cold cement, wondering if maybe I could have done better with shoes. But the biting pain of the chilly breeze is nothing compared to what happened days earlier. I should be over that by now, should move on finally. But I can't help myself from replaying the scene over and over in my head. It all occurred so quickly. Hands wrapping around my neck, that sharp pang in my shoulder. Then darkness. Funny how such a short and fleeting experience could consume your head for such a long and lingering time.

I sigh and raise my head to look over the wall in front of me. The wind whips around my air, almost urging me to return inside. Back to that suffocating infirmary. It's true; I shouldn't be out here, especially without Park Jimin and Agent Chang's knowledge. I'd come to realize that they are somehow in charge of me in a way. They saved me and brought me here.

And I'm starting to wonder if they're planning to let me leave.

I sigh again and force the thought out of my mind. The world below me is loud, but being up here almost cuts out all the sound, as if it's only a distant memory. I tilt my head forward, looking down at the street below me. I'm not sure how far down it is. But it's certainly far. I can't help but lean forward more, almost fascinated by the view. I'd always seen cities from an aerial view in my computer, never in real life.

But then as I'm letting out the first sigh of relief I've breathed in a while, a voice calls out, piercing my quiet moment. And then suddenly I'm being yanked away from the edge of sound and life. Back into the dark.

I hit the ground with a thud, someone on top of me. I can't help but let out a vulnerably cry, pain shooting through my shoulder.

"Yah! Get off of him! He's hurt!" Someone screams.

It sounds like Park Jimin. Whoever pulled me from the wall lets out a gasp and rolls off of me, and my breathing begins to slow down. The dull ache in my arm has heightened, but I suppose it's still bearable.

"I'm sorry, man. I didn't know what else to do...I thought you were going to actually jump or something..." someone babbles beside me.

My mind slowly comes back into focus, and I finally lock eyes with a taller boy with brownish hair. I blink at him holding out a hand to me. Unsure of what else to do, I hesitantly take it with my good arm's hand. As soon as I'm standing, I subconsciously back away from both this new boy and Park Jimin. They share a look.

"Yoongi, why are you up here? We've been searching all over," Park Jimin says, sounding panicked.

I stare at the cement ground below me, hoping staring at something solid and still will steady me.

"You've been gone for like a half an hour. Noona was freaking out!" He rambles, approaching me.

I'm still silent. He could continue reprimanding me if he wants, but I know no matter what happens, I'll just end up in that doctor's office again.

Park Jimin sighs, stopping about a foot away from me.

"The guy who tackled you is Kim Namjoon by the way," he tells me.

"Oh! Nice to meet you...Min Yoongi," Kim Namjoon says hesitantly.

"We should go back inside before Noona has a seizure," Park Jimin decides.

Kim Namjoon nods and sends me a half smile. They both turn towards the exit, and I guess they want me to follow. But I don't. I can't. Instead I turn to look at the vastness that's on the other side of the roof wall. I want to stay here and search for her from here. I could sit on the edge and look out onto the world forever, where no one would bother me, and I could see her from anywhere.

"Min Yoongi, come on," Park Jimin's voice interrupts my musing.

I lick my lips and ignore him. Even as I hear his footsteps against the gravelly ground beneath us. I stay put.

"Yoongi, listen, I'll bring you up here again tomorrow. I promise. We just really need to get you back to the infirmary before Noona does something bad. She's looking for you too, you know," Park Jimin tells me, almost pleadingly.

Like he doesn't want to say any of this. So why does he? For the first time since he and the tall boy interrupted my quiet time, I turn to look Park Jimin in the eye, with a question that's been weighing me down ever since I arrived.

"When can I leave?" I ask the boy in front of me.

Because that's all he is. A young boy. Why is he in this kind of place, anyway? And why do I even bother asking him? He's no say in whatever the answer to my question is. But I ask him anyway. To be absolutely sure. And Park Jimin watches me with wide eyes. He looks like he's going to be sick.

"Uh...I mean...I'm not sure," he replies, looking at the ground.

He knows. He lies too obviously. Why is such a bad liar doing this sort of job?

"When can I leave?" I repeat.

"Yoongi, I just said, I don't know when...We can ask Fae Noona," Park Jimin mutters, running a hand through his hair.

I let out a short sigh, almost frustrated.

"Park Jimin," I finally say.

He looks up in surprise, locking eyes with me.

"Will you let me leave?" I ask him.

The young boy is silent. He stares at me nervously. I know this is the last thing he wants to answer.

"Yoongi...I..." Park Jimin bites his lips. "No. You can't. Not now."

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