This Wild Love // Yoongi

South to North Pole

Yoongi's POV

Taehyung's small claws dig into my back. A meow of protest slices my frightened heart in two.

"I get it! Stop blaming me! How was I supposed to know her brother is such a maniac!?"

My trembling hands quickly lock the handle and I back away from the door, expecting Y/N's brother to slam against it any minute now. Taehyung hisses in my ear. I pry his feline form off my back and hold him up in front of my face.

"Listen, I care about what we've gotten ourselves into, but right now, you're a f*ckin' orange tabby cat. What are you going to do?"

Taehyung bares his fangs and lifts his paw. He shakes his head as if he's trying to say something else.

I turn around with Taehyung clasped in my hand. "I can't understand you. We need to get you to shift back. Maybe there's some clothing in here that you can--"

Oh.

OH.

The strength in my hand dissipates, ungracefully dropping Taehyung to the floor. Taehyung curls up, puts his paws over his eyes, and meows loudly as if to say, "I told you so."

Of all the rooms to end up in, why did it have to be this one?

Some beautifully delicate red curtains are draped over a window across the room. A stuffed animal -- a small, cute black cat -- is positioned on a nearby dresser with makeup supplies and a hairbrush.

My eyes drift to a desk across the room, where an expensive laptop sits and a heap of school supplies are carefully spread out.

A large, lavish bed, decorated with the same red tones as the curtains, is stationed on the far left wall. The sheets are folded neatly, but a bunch of photos are spread out on the bed, supposedly for reorganization purposes.

The door to a closet on the right hangs wide open, revealing a clothing selection that one could only describe as exquisite. With half of a mind to smell them, but half of a mind of decency, I shut the closet.

This is Y/N's room, isn't it?

"Taehyung, why didn't you tell me?"

An ear-piercing meow cuts my eardrums. I can get the gist of what he's trying to say, and I respectfully face the door, refusing to look at her room anymore.

The smell of vanilla is overpowering in here. I don't know how I hadn't noticed it before.

My mind recalls that night when she was sitting in my lap, when this very scent lulled me to sleep while watching the movie...

Cut it out.

I deny the warmth in my chest and blankly stare at the door. A loud bang resounds in the room as Changmin punches the door, sending Taehyung and I reeling backwards.

"You f*cking let my sister get stabbed!? I'm going to f*cking kill you!"

Only moments ago in the kitchen, we'd been chatting up a storm. I'd noticed his mood swings, but I hadn't thought anything of them.

As time went by, I considered whether he's bipolar. I thought he wasn't, because Taehyung had been easily talking the day away with the kid, but...

...now it's kind of important.

The slamming stops. Changmin's sobs come through the door. "Is she okay? Mother hasn't found out, has she? I hate that office! She's locked up half the time..."

Another bang. "And you f*cking let her get hurt! I'm going to tear this house apart to kill you two sons of b!tches!"

Okay. Okay. Maybe he is bipolar.