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A SHARP pain prickles up into my shoulder as the boy who I suddenly remember as Gitae shoves me against the concrete wall. I don't have time to ponder why this sort of thing is suddenly the norm for me, because the pain in my arm only worsens.
"Don't you know you should respond when someone's talkin' to you?" Gitae snaps, shoving me back harder.
I grimace, clenching my teeth, trying not to make a sound. But sweat begins to prickle on my forehead, my breathing weakening again. It probably isn't the most healthy thing to aggravate a semi fresh gunshot wound.
"Are you mute or something, you crazy punk?!" His voice grows louder, angrier.
Now the smell of cigarette smoke has grown, overpowering my senses and causing panic to slowly rise with the pain. I feel like I'm on the verge of a breakdown.
"Yah! I said I'll burn you with this! I wasn't kidding around!" He continues to yell. "Answer me!"
"Stop," I heave. "Stop."
His grip loosens slightly, Gitae faltering in surprise. I guess he wasn't planning on me responding. I achingly turn my head to look down at my shoulder, and a sick feeling sinks into my stomach as I see a dark red stain streaking down my arm. Gitae follows my gaze. He curses and pulls away from me when he sees the blood.
As soon as he lets go, I stumble forward, away from the wall. I feel weak and sick, hunched over and gripping my arm. My body isn't used to this sort of pain or physical strain. I let out a slight groan, slowly lifting my eyes to Gitae once more.
"I have no use for you. Please refrain from speaking to me," I murmur, before turning around and stumbling towards the door.
"What the— Hold on, you crazy punk!" He slams the door shut again just as I begin to open it with my good arm. "Why the heck are you gushing blood? I just grabbed your arm! Are you gonna report me or something? Huh?! Is this a set up?!"
I can barely focus on the loud kid's questions, as my vision is slowly blurring now and I feel like my head is underwater. Am I losing too much blood? Did I stand to quickly? Vertigo? Or is it because I pushed aside the pastry Park Jimin unwrapped for me earlier? And then last night? I can barely focus now, so instead I stumble backwards, grabbing the wall again.
My arm is pounding now, almost as badly as it did that night. But Park Jimin isn't here this time, so I have to figure the situation out on my own now. I try to ignore Gitae, who's simply shouting at me now; perhaps he's more of a coward than I thought. Perhaps he's never drawn blood. I push the puke I can feel rising down as I sink to the gravel, holding my stomach tight.
The last time this much blood was coming out of me, I passed out. But before that, the last time I was awake enough to experience this much blood, it was a similar situation. They just hadn't been cowards like Gitae. And they'd done it on purpose.
"Yah!" An angry shout suddenly overpowers Gitae's. "What do you think your doing?!"
I feel my breathing grow heavier. And I don't think this lack of oxygen is occurring from blood loss. Maybe it's more from the memories of people like Gitae surrounding me and pushing against me so hard I may explode from the pressure.
"Yoongi!" A low voice gasps right beside my ear.
My eyes widen and I whip my head around to see Namjoon peering down at me, his eyes perhaps as wide as mine. When we make eye contact however, he seems to grow relieved, if only by a fraction.
"Are you okay?" He asks me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask instead of answering.
Namjoon sighs and gingerly grabs my good arm, helping me to my feet.
"Yah— What the hell is going on?!" Gitae is asking as I stand.
"You-" Namjoon speaks, suddenly sounding dangerous; a tone I'd never heard from him before. "I don't know who you are, why your little punk a—"
"Hyung," I choke out suddenly, trying to think quick in the midst of this strange situation, though it's awkward to refer to him as older, "let's just go. He has no need of your time."
Namjoon tilts his head at me. Hyung? He mouths in confusion. I nod, subtly pointing towards my high school uniform. Luckily Namjoon nods in recollection, before turning back to Gitae.
"If you ever come near my boyfriend again, I swear you'll regret it."
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Fanfic▽△yoonmin bromance△▽ Min Yoongi has spent the past eight years of his life searching for someone lost in his past. Park Jimin is a highly trained and an equally as clumsy special forces member of an independent agency. What will happen when a depre...
