Broken Butterfly

Chapter 10

Waking up the next morning, I'm feeling sick once again. However, when I jolt awake from the feeling, I realize I'm not in my apartment on the floor anymore.

I don't have time to really argue over in my head why I've been moved, rushing out of the bed and into the bathroom that's just down the hall. Thankfully it's empty when I get there, quickly emptying my stomach despite there being nothing coming up except a small bit of stomach acid with nothing mixed with it.

Almost instantly, I feel someone behind me, holding my short hair back as I get sick. Panting slightly once I've finished, I lean myself back. I feel fine once again, just like I had last night which is extremely odd. I'm just fucking tired which is probably why it feels like that took most of my energy.

As I lean myself back a bit from the toilet, I don't go back far before I find his chest behind me. He reaches up, flushing it before picking me up bridal style and carrying me back to bed. I don't think I'm even awake long enough for him to reach the bed with me before I've fallen back asleep.

When I do finally wake up a bit later, I feel perfectly fine minus the fact that I'm cold being in the bed alone. Sighing, I run a hand through my hair tiredly. I don't want to leave the room and face him but I don't want to stay trapped in here forever either. Shaking my head, I sit up and begin to get out of the bed before he comes rushing back in. It's an unhappy look on his face as he hurries in, but his tone doesn't match it.

"Butterfly, stay in bed. Your sick, you shouldn't be getting up." He says with a frown that doesn't match the bits of anger in his eyes. Looking up at him in confusion, I slowly shake my head at him.

"Yoongi, I feel just fine." I tell him slowly, still confused. He gives me an equally confused look.

"You were up just an hour ago throwing up barely anything. You passed out again before I even got you back to bed." He tries to explain. I just shake my head though.

"I get that, but I'm feeling fine. I don't feel sick at all. Just a little tired from this week. It's been a long week and it was a long day yesterday which was why I was still so tired after being sick. I'm perfectly fine, Yoongi." I explain.

He just rolls his eyes at me, shaking his head before walking back out of the room. Clearly his frustration and anger towards me won over being concerned after I've now insisted that I'm fine.

I sigh, not being able to help feeling like crying. He shouldn't be angry at me. Quite frankly, I don't see why he's as angry as he is. I know I went back home last night despite telling him I wouldn't go back, but for fucks sake if that's the worst thing I do then I think I'll be able to manage life okay.

Hell, I'm the one that's meant to be all caught up in emotions like I am right now! I fucking killed a guy last night! I almost got taken by people that I have no idea who they are! He knows how sensitive I am about my dancing and he told Hoseok, who fucking beat the shit out of me, where to find me after classes yesterday! I'm the one that's been up earlier than him every single morning, up just as late as him to wait for him so that we can go to bed together. And half the time, he's asleep before I am!

Though, my emotions currently mainly lie in the fact that he's pissed at me. In the fact that I was almost taken last night. In the fact that I killed a person last night. In the fact that my dancing was spotted by yet another person that I didn't want to know about it.

Between all of this and confusion of why I'm beginning to get sick for no reason and feeling immediately better, there's no stopping it as the tears begin falling. As I curl myself up on the bed, it's then that I realize he'd changed me into some of his clothes once again. Though I have no care towards it as the tears fall faster and faster until I'm sobbing my eyes out, the sobs racking through my body to cause it to begin shaking.