His Toy

Chapter 18

I hear Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Coups talking and slowly open my eyes (S. Coups is Seungcheol's stage name, who is in Seventeen).
"You're awake!" Beakhyun exclaims, jumping up and down and giving me a hug.
"Yeah, I guess so," I chuckle, hugging him back.
"Alright alright, give her some space, my turn," Chanyeol whines.
"Okay come 'mere," I laugh as Baekhyun moves out of my arms so that I could hug Channy. He lets go and then stands back up. Coups finally looks at me.
"I'm glad you're awake. You've been out for almost a day. We got you last night, and it's already 9:30pm," he says with an emotion I can't place. Sadness? Grief? Regret?
"No," I gasp.
"Yeah," he replies in the same unknown tone.
I realize I'm in my old bedroom at his house when we used to hang out all the time and when I would stay the night.
"What happened exactly? I remember Chan and Baeky taking me in their car and I was shot from Yugyeom and stuff, but what about after that?" I ask, confused.
"Well," Baeky says, tracking his memories, "we called Coups, and we then brought you to his house, where he was waiting for us."
"I had to rush home from practice," he says seeming caught in the moment again, being worried.
"Yep. And when we got here, Chanyeol bandaged your leg, I gave you meds, and we spent the night," Baekhyun concludes.
"Baekhyun, how much medicine did you give me?" I ask probing.
"Uh," he says, scratching the back of his neck and looking up, "a bit too much?" he answers meekly.
"Baek!" I yell angry.
"Sorry!" he says guiltily.
"It's okay," I sigh, knowing he didn't mean to, but just didn't want me to be in pain.
"Thanks for the help you guys, really," I say sincerely, "but I have to go."
I swiftly get up from the bed, steady myself on the headboard, walk the five incredibly long steps to the bedroom door, steady myself on that too, and I walk about three more steps into the living room, and almost faint. My legs turn to jelly, and I can't support my weight anymore. I collapse and Baekhyun catches me.
"Easy there Tiger," he teases, carrying me bridal style and setting me on the couch. Chanyeol and Seungcheol worriedly follow us to the living room.
"Ahh!" I whisper yell, the wound in my leg still fresh and throbbing. 
"Again, sorry," he says felling bad that he hurt me.
"It's fine," I say. He didn't mean to.
"Be more careful," Chanyeol cautions, looking almost angry all of a sudden.
"I will," Baek says. I look at the wall quizzically. Chanyeol doesn't usually say something like that, or that rude.
Chanyeol walks a few steps and kneels besides the couch, resting his head on my chest.
"My Luca," he complains.
"You wish," I joke. He pouts.
"Do you want something to eat? You must be hungry," Seung asks concerned.
"I'm fine, I just have to get back," I say, sitting up. Chanyeol gets up and sits on the couch next to me.
"You need to rest and eat," Seung says sounding like our father.
"I need to get back to Yoongi," I say, trying to stand up and Chanyeol pulls me back down onto the couch by my hips.
"Hey!" I say.
"You should stay here, at least until you get better," Chan pleads.
"He's right. You need to to stay here. With your best friends and your brother, not your temporary crush" he emphasizes, almost angry, but seeming more betrayed.
"If you were my brother, you wouldn't have planted those things in my stuff in the first place! And Yoongi isn't a 'temporary crush', we're serious. He's the love of my life, and he's there for me. Unlike my blood born brother, who was so jealous his sister got into a school he didn't, so he got her kicked out by framing her with meth! Even when the chemo didn't work and mom died, you were still supposed to be there for me! You were supposed to watch out for me! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MY BROTHER COUPS! MY BROTHER! But trust me, you aren't. Not now. You missed your chance. Don't you dare call yourself my brother. Father won't talk to me because of you. HE DISOWNED ME! Did you know that? Probably not. I have no family, except BTS! My blood family is dead, ignoring me, or framing me, Got7 betrayed me, and BTS is the only family I have! They're all I have, and you won't take this from me too. Not this Seungcheol. Not this," I yell, scream, and say.
He looks lost, Baekhyun looks like he just walked in on his parents having sex, and Chanyeol just looks like he's deeply thinking everything over.
"Why do you guys think I left dance school?" I ask turning to Baek and Chan. They don't answer. They know better than to answer when I'm mad.
Seung leaves the room, but comes back a minute later.
"You can text one of the members, and you have to tell me what you sent, but other than that, it's yours," he says, trying to be confident and find his dignity, but failing. He hands me a gold iPhone 7s.
"Your bag was left in Yugyeom's car, along with your phone, so yesterday I went our and bought you a new one. I already put my, Baek's, and Chan's number it," he finishes.
"Thanks," I say blankly. It's cool he bought me a phone, but it doesn't change what he cost me.
I text Namjoon, telling him the address and explaining what happened, leaving out that I have a brother. I never told BTS about my family. I just didn't want them to pity me. I make sure to tell him that Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung, and especially Yoongi, can't know. He tries to call me, but I text him that he can't and why. So instead, he blows me up with questions, like if I'm okay, and stuff like that. I get him back on track, and he finally agrees, and says he's already almost there. I ask him how, and he says he'll tell me when he sees me. I chuckle and say okay.
"I texted Namjoon, and told him I'd be home soon and goodnight," I lie.
"Okay. Well, me and Baek are gonna go and buy more bandages and cream for your leg," he says.
"Okay, bye," I say indifferent.
"Get her to bed," Swing directs to Chan.
Chanyeol nods. As soon as they're  out the door, he takes my hand and helps me walk to my room. It takes us 15 minutes, but I'm so thankful he has the patience to help me.
"Now, get in bed little girl," he commands playfully.
"Okay," I giggle.
I climb very carefully into bed and lay on my right side. Chanyeol turns out the lights, and climbs into bed with me, being the big spoon. He's so warm, which feels so good on my cold body. I'm wearing shorts that stop right below my ass, and an oversized sweatshirt which makes it seem like I'm not even wanting pants. I relax into him. I'm so glad to see Chanyeol again. We were close before I got kicked out of school, and I was close to Baek too, but not as close as I was to Chanyeol. I used to have a crush on him. I don't anymore, but I still love him as a bestie. I start to doze with thoughts of him, and fall into a heavier sleep progressively. But sometime later, the door opens, and I hear voices, but the door shuts as quickly as it was opened, and I fall into a long and deep sleep. I wake up 5 and a half hours later at 3:27 in the morning to a ding on my phone, and Namjoon texted me.
Namjoon: We're out here.
Me: The door's unlocked
Baekhyun never locks the door.
Namjoon: Is now a good time to tell the guys what's up???
Me: Good as any other time I guess
Namjoon: Okay, just be prepared
Me: Alright
I know he isn't wrong. When the maknaes and Yoongi are mad, there is no stopping them. Ten seconds later, I hear the door burst open, with a terrified and hella angry Yoongi yelling my name. Chanyeol wakes up startled, and pulls me on top of him and presses me against his chest.
"Chanyeol, it's okay!" I try to say, but he's out of it right now. He's straight into protective mode. I try to get off him, but he's strong.
"Chanyeol!" I press.
At that moment, Yoongi, Tae, Jimin, and Jungkook throw the door open, with Yoongi at the front, fire in all their eyes, hell in his.
Oh fuck.

Ahhhhhhh you guys! What's gonna happen??? Comment below! Love you!