Torn (YOOMIN and MINJOON

Chapter 6

AN: this is gonna be a short story :/ this MIGHT be the last chapter but imma write another book. It's just short stories are easier. Also look how cute Jin looks mg 😍

Jimin's POV:
I just got done texting Joon, he wants me to be happy and safe. He doesn't know the half of what's going on.

He doesn't know about Suga's guns and his gang relations and everything happening that used to not scare me but now it's amplified.

I start my car and start on the way home, it feels like I'm never there, I don't know how to talk to him. My wheels glide across the pavement as I turn into the neighborhood. I just got out of work, Joon wasn't there today, he was sick. I wish I could've been there for him.

Suga greets me at the door but doesn't say a word. I close the door and lock it behind me, walking behind him. I see the gun in the waistband of his pants and sigh again.

"Not even a hey?" I ask, I haven't blatantly told him anything about being nervous or scared around him. He turns around, his jaw clenched; his hands are in fists. This is what I'm talking about.

"No" he turns back around and keeps walking down the hallway.

"Okay what the fuck is wrong with you? I got this fucking job to help us out, I did this for us" I say in the voice between a yell and talking.

"Oh like hell you did, you have no idea what I do for your ungrateful ass" he responds. It feels like my throat is burning. My eyes are watering.

"LIKE FOR FUCKING WHAT? I CANT EVEN HAVE TWO FRIENDS WITHOUT YOU FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT ABOUT IT" I now yell, I didn't notice before but tears are rolling down my face.

His nose is redder than the rest of his face, but his expression isn't sad, it's angry or unidentifiable. "We started dating four years ago" his voice sounds choppy and angry. "That's when I joined a gang, and started making big money. Did it ever occur to you that I did that for you??" He asks, his eyebrows furrow. I can't tell if his question is rhetorical, but I know the answer.

"I never ASKED you to, you did that, did it ever occur to YOU that I didn't feel save with your guns lying around and your knifes every fucking where???" I'm now angry. I can't do this anymore. "I don't want to be with you anymore." I look down, tears fall on the floor, they're calm now, I feel relieved but not quite. I hear shuffling but I keep my head down. I can't look at him.

"I did it all for you Jimin" I look up, his gun is pressed to the side of his head and my heart skips a beat, more than one though. Before a word or a cry escapes my mouth I hear a loud noise and a thud.

His body falls to the floor. My heart is throbbing, tears fall out of my eyes. My knees buckle, I fall into the the puddle of blood, the blood stains his hair; making a halo around his head.

My tears mix with the blood, the white bottoms of my 'Love is Blind' shoes is now red and I cry even harder. I can't think.

I grab his torso, throwing him over my shoulder, struggling. I have trouble getting up. My whole body is wet with tears and blood, my clothes stained.

Tears are on a steady flow down my face. I throw him into the passenger seat and climb into his car. If he makes it out of this, he's going to be pissed. I can't think about that right now, I grab the keys and quickly turn the car on.

I rapidly steer the car out of the garage. I look at the mirror to make sure no one is behind us, I see the pitbull chain and my vision is blurred. I can't see anything but the car is still moving. I hear a screeching sound and a sharp pain in my right thigh. I can't see anything anymore. My head falls on the steering wheel and I feel the car still move before I pass out.

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I see a light above me and an unidentifiable face above me. I blink a couple more times before seeing it's Joon.

He has a mask around his face to prevent me from getting sick. I try to lean up out of my seat before getting pushed back down.

"You can't move, it's unsafe" it's only at this time I notice that Joon's cheeks are wet with his own tears.

Suga.

I use all the muscles in my body to push out of Joon's grip. He looks at me concerned. I grab the crutches out of the corner of the room.

I limp into the hallway, I must be on hella drugs, I can't feel my leg at all. I look around, various nurses and bright white colors everywhere. Light blue is the main color I see before moving to the front desk.

"Where's Min Yoongi?" I ask, my jaw clenched, my face is hot.

"Sorry, we can't disclose that information to non-relatives at this time" my breaths get heavier and my face gets hotter.

"I said, where the FUCK is he?" My fist pound the table harder than necessary but I'm too angry to notice the throbbing pain in my hand. She points to a room down the hall.

Before I enter the room I see a nurse sitting outside.

"If you're visiting him, just know that he's bleeding a very great amount" she swallows hard. "And he shot the limbic part of his brain, he's going to live, but he has no memory" she looks sad herself.

I enter the room, I don't care about any of that shit because when I enter, his head is wrapped, and his face is less expressionless than he usually is. A single tear slips down my face.

We made eye contact, and I see his gummy smile. He doesn't know my name.

AN: ahahahahaha this book was a flop but surprise there is a next chapter stay tuned 🦀