His Toy

Chapter 6

"Oh god. Get up. Please. Please please please oh god please," someone says. I'm still in a ton of pain and I can't open my eyes. I find a way and I see Hobi.
"Oh, hey Hoseok," I slur.
"Okay, she's awake," he says relieved. I sit up a bit more, and Sunshine helps.
"We just got here and you've been out for maybe five minutes, Jimin says. Jin is out in the hallway, about to tell Taehyung what happened. He's getting anxious. Jungkook is with Jimin and so is Namjoon. They're talking to him. Do you know where Yoongi is? He isn't answering his phone," Hobi says.
"No, he said he went for a drive," I say, regaining almost all consciousness, sitting up fully now.
"How do you know?" Hobi asks. Not rudely, but genuinely curious.
"Because we had a sleepover. Just a sleepover," I say as I wince.
"Oh, okay. Well, I'm gonna get out there. We're about to have to restrain Taehyung and Jimin," he says, concern crossing over his usually happy face. He goes out into the hallway. 15 seconds later, I hear a roar which I at first think is a tiger or lion.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!! PARK JIMINNNNNNNN!" I hear Taehyung scream and sure enough, he busts through the door. Jimin is sitting on the couch, directly across from the door, and he jumps up when Tae comes in.
"Taehyung let me explain," Jimin says holding his hands up.
"WHAT IS THERE TO EXPLAIN?!" he roars again, "YOU. KNOCKED. HER. OUT!!"
"I know," he says as he starts crying.
"YOU BETTER HOPE YOU GET KNOCKED OUT!" Taehyung yells, charging at Jimin. He breaks free from Jin and Hoseoks grip, and punches Jimin in the stomach. Then Namjoon, Jungkook, Jin, and Hoseok are trying to pull them off each other. I can't look, so I look into the hallway. I'm positioned on the side of the counter on the floor, with the crazy boys to my left, and the door to my right. Yoongi is coming. Oh no. I need Jin.
"Jin!" I say as loud as possible, which isn't very loud. My side is killing me, and so is my head. I must've hurt my side on something when I fell. He rushes over and crouches down next to me.
"You need help. Oh lord, you need a doctor. You're bleeding," he says, moving my hand away from my side, and sure enough, there is a small pool of blood around me.
"You can help me after you take care of Yoongi," I say, motioning to the hallway. Jin's face goes pale.
"Yeah. Okay. Let's see if Eomma Jin can diffuse this, and then I'll come back and take care of you," he says.
"Alright but just go!" I say, almost passing out. He nods and hurries into the hallway. I'm thankful that at least the boys are separated again. Hobi has Taehyung, Namjoon has Jimin, and Jungkook is standing in the middle to prevent them from fighting with his iron strength. Seriously though, Jungkook is one of the most if not the strongest member.
"You had better be lying to me Jin hyung," I hear Yoongi say from outside the door. Jin is pettily trying to calm him down, but once he's mad, he's mad.
"Wait, he did what to her?" Yoongi asks, his voice turing steel. He's now standing in front of the door, and Jin, knowing to move, just goes to the side. Yoongi walks in slowly, and looks at Jimin, not seeing me yet.
"You. Did. WHAT." Yoongi asks rhetorically, emphasizing every word and syllable.
"Hyung, I'm sorry," Jimin says, getting scared.
"You're sorry? That's perfect. There. You just fixed the whole thing. Good job. Fantastic, really, Park Jimin," he says, now standing right in front of the Jimin who is again on the couch. He then grabs Jimin's shirt collar, yanks him up, and punches him in the side.
"That, is for being disrespectful and hitting someone," he grunts, "and this, is for HURTING THE PERSON I LOVE MOST!" he yells, punching him so hard in the face I swear he breaks his jaw.
Jimin falls to the ground, groans, and doesn't get back up. Namjoon crouches down by him, and so does Hoseok. Jungkook just stands in shock along with Jin. Did he mean me as the person he loves the most??? I try to stand up and manage for a second, then Yoongi sees me, and I pass out again.

*1 minute later*

"No, please. Please. Get up. Get up get up get up. Please, my beautiful Luca, my wonderful lovely beautiful perfect Luca," Yoongi says, holding me bridal style on the ground. A tear falls from his face to mine, and his hand so tenderly brushes it off my face.
"Yoongi," I croak.
"Oh thank god," he gasps relieved, and clutches me to his chest.
"Ah!" I wince. Him hugging me is hurting my bleeding side.
"Oh Luca-ya, oh no," he says, and a look of fear crosses his face.
"We have to get you to the bathroom oh Jesus okay ummmm Jin! Come with me, we have to bandage Luca!" He yells, picking me up and carrying me.
Jin follows and we enter the bathroom.
"Get the supplies, I'll survey her wounds," Jin says after Yoongi sets me down on the floor. Yoongi gives me one last look, nods, and goes off to find the works. Jin lifts up my shirt and pulls down my shorts a little and he blanks.
"Jin," I say, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing," he answers, still blank.
"Yoongi, hurry up with the medic kit!" Jin yells.
Yoongi comes rushing in and stops when he sees me.
"Yoongi! Now!" Jin says as he snaps his fingers.
"Go get a needle and thread from my sewing kit," Jin says to Yoongi again, not looking at me. Yoongi goes.
"Jin, tell me what's going on, now," I demand.
"You know that vase that Jungkook likes a lot? The one on the counter?" he asks, building to the answer.
"Yes," I say impatiently.
"Well you knocked it over and landed on it when you fell, and there is a rather large piece of glass in your side," he says, spilling it all at once.
I try to sit up to look, but Jin immediately pushes me back down.
"No," is all he says. Yoongi returns with the needle and thread, gives it to Jin, and slides his legs under my head so now my head is resting in his lap. He's holding one of my hands, and his other hand is pressing on my shoulder. He looks down at me, then to Jin. Jin whispers something to him, and I can tell it's not good. Yoongi nods and swallows.
"Luca, Jin's gonna have to remove the glass and stitch you up, okay? I'll be right here I promise," he says.
I look at him, and begin crying. It's him. I know now. I love him. He is the one. He mistakes my crying of love for him and that I'm hurting because he's crying as being hurt by Jin dabbing the blood away from my wound, so he squeezes my hand.
"Okay, it's about to hurt. A lot," Jin says scared.
He puts on gloves and starts to wiggle the piece of glass out.
"AHHHHH!" I scream out. Now I start crying because it hurts.
"Owwww Jinnie ow ow ow ow ow!" I sob.
He wrenches it out with one final jerk and I scream again so loud I swear they could hear it halfway across the world.
"Luca I'm so sorry," Yoongi says, looking down on me, bawling.
"Don't cry. Please. For me," I say, because it hurts more than the hole on my side to see him like this.
"I can't help it. The girl of which I would die for is in excruciating pain, and there's nothing I can do," he chokes out.
"Yoongi, do you really love m-" I start, but then Jin dumps rubbing alcohol on my side and I scream, then go unconscious.

*45 minutes later*

Oh where am I? My side hurts like a bitch and so does my head. I try to think about what happened, and it all comes flooding back. Jimin, the fight, passing out (several times), the stitches, and Yoongi. Where is he? I sit up and look around, and I find that I'm laying in my own bed. Yoongi is asleep on my lap, which explains why I can't feel my legs, and I laugh quietly, wincing once it hits my side. Yoongi wakes up, and looks at me.
"Are you okay?" he asks, taking my face in his hands and surveying me.
"Yes oppa I'm fine," I chuckle.
"Well, you're certainly not fine, but you're better, and that's a start," he says, trying to be optimistic.
"What happened?" I ask.
"After you passed out, Jin finished stitching you. The boys are still separated though I hear Jimin's being kept in solitary confinement," he says with disgust, "and Jin told me to take you back home and that I was to keep an eye on you at all times. Due to all that's happened," he sighs. 
"Really, I'm okay," I say.
"No, you aren't," he says, suddenly getting upset. Not at me, I realize, but himself. He sits up too so now he's sitting right to me, facing my direction.
"I wasn't there to protect you. Anything could've happened, and I'm so so so thankful that it wasn't as bad as it could've been, but Luca, it was still pretty bad. I failed. And now, here you are, hurting like this-" he stops, trying to hold together the already shattered mirror, not knowing he's only cutting himself in the process.
"Yoongi, why don't you just go and get some more medic supplies and food. I'm really hungry, and we're gonna have to change the bandage often, right?" I ask, trying to make him feel better.
"Yeah, okay," he says.
"Thank you," I say.
"Hold on though! What did you mean when you punched Jimin and said 'hurting the person I love the most'?" I ask, hoping that he means what I think he meant.
"We'll talk about this when I get back, okay?" he says in a tired but caring way, much like when a child asks their dad if they can play a game after the father's had a long day at work.
"Okay. You can go now then," I say.
"Alright. Just, be careful, don't leave this room or your bed, and I'll be back in less than 30 minutes," he warns.
"Okay oppa," I answer, and he leaves.
I play on my phone and text the other members. They sent me pics of Jimin's bruised jaw and Taehyung's bloody knuckles, and I tell them to tell Tae and Jimin that I said I hope they feel better. A few minutes later I hear the door open.
"Oppa, come here!" I shout, "I found a funny video I think you'll like, it reminds me of you!"
I look down at my phone, and see out of my peripheral vision the door opening and Yoongi walking in.
"Come here," I say while impatiently motioning.
He comes over and I suddenly see black. His hand is over my eyes.
"Yoongi what the fuck?" I ask irritated. I then feel a cloth over my mouth, and go unconscious right after I hear, "Miss me babe?"
It's not Yoongi. It's him.

ITS BOUT TO BE DOPE AS FUCK MAN I CAN'T WAIT!