Friday 13th - A BTS FANFICTION

Chapter 3 - Who, What, Why, When, Where, How?

Yoongi woke up later that day. He had a thumping headache, and he ached all over - his ribs especially.

He sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes, his gaze falling upon another man sat next to him. Was this Jimin? No. This man had brown hair. Jimin's hair was black.

THAT MUCH he remembered.

Everything else was a blur.

"You're awake I see." Jimin said, walking into the room. He was holding a tea towel and drying up a mug with kittens printed on it. "Sorry about Hoseok - he had a long day so I guess he was tired..."

Yoongi nodded, but didn't utter a word. Jimin left the room and returned tea towel free. The black-haired man was holding a cup in his hands and Yoongi watched as he brought it over to him.

"Drink up. It's a special kind of tea which will make your body heal a little faster. Does anywhere hurt right now?" He asked, placing the mint-green mug in Yoongi's hands.

Yoongi didn't say a word, but he downed the tea in less than a few seconds - he was really thirsty. When he had finished, he stared at the mug in surprise, amazed he could drink so fast.

"T...Thank you..." He mumbled quietly, handing the mug back to Jimin.

"Wow... You were thirsty." Jimin chuckled. "Want some more?"

"Just water please." Yoongi requested.

Jimin nodded and went to walk off, but then remembered Hoseok, and slapped the older boy around the head to wake him up.

"Wha? Why Jiminie?!" He moaned loudly, but then he snapped back to reality and woke up properly.

"Sorry about that Yoongi." He apologised, but Yoongi shook it off.

"Excuse me... How do you know my  name?" He asked quietly.

"I checked your wallet. Don't worry - I didn't take anything." Hoseok answered. "Jimin and I brought you back to take care of you."

Yoongi felt something click in his brain and he gasped.

"Is Park Jimin really his name?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah... why do you ask?" Hoseok asked.

"I have to go..." He groaned. trying to stand up. Pain shot through his body but he knew he had to leave or there would be trouble.

He went to walk, but every step sent sparks of pain through him and Hoseok ran to his side.

"Your body isn't healed yet." He sighed. "You can't leave."

"HOSEOK WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Jimin yelled, running into the kitchen, his jeans still splattered with dark drops where the washing up water had flicked at him.

"What do you mean?" He asked, confused.

Yoongi just stared at both men, no idea what was happening.

"WHY THE FUDGE ARE THERE ARMED POLICE OUSIDE OUR FRONT DOOR?!" The youngest boy panicked.

Yoongi's heart stopped. He had forgotten to take the stupid tracker out of his phone! Of course the police would have been able to follow him! How could he have been so stupid!?

"Park Jimin, step outside and no one gets hurt." One of the policemen yelled through the letterbox.

Jimin looked shocked and confused but Yoongi knew exactly what was happening.

"They aren't after you Jimin. Let's get out of here..." He said, yanking his arm free of Hoseok and he grabbed Jimin's wrist.

"What rubbish are you-"