A Promise: BTS X READER

Part 14

You get out of Jimin's car and walk around it over to Jimin's rolled down window. You place your hands on the car door and bend down, leaning in slightly towards Jimin, "I had an amazing day."

Jimin smiles and bites his lip, "Me too." He's staring into your eyes. There's an energy between the two of you -- a tension -- and both of you know it. He leans in, his eyes on your lips. You lean in too, but your lips don't meet. You're so close that you can feel his breath and emotions. You kiss for a few seconds, pull apart, and then kiss again.

But before it can go on for too long, you pull away. "I really should go inside. But I hope we can do something sometime soon?"

Jimini smiles. "Sure. Goodnight."

You step back and walk to the curb as he drives away. You touch your lips, which now feel really soft. Right before you're about to walk inside, your phone buzzes. 'There's no way that's from Jimin.'

It's a text from Yoongi: y/n are you there?

You had completely forgotten that you'd traded numbers with BTS when you met up with them. Despite what had occured, you still looked up to him and didn't believe that the person he was showing you was his true self, so you text back, "Yeah, what's up?"

Yoongi calls your phone and you pick up.

"Is everything ok?" You ask.

"I wouldn't be calling you if it was." He says, he sounds a little different than usual.

"I don't understand why you're calling me about this..."

"I can't get ahold of anyone else. Believe me, you're the last person I want to call about this." He responds. He doesn't sound angry; if anything, he sounds a little uncomfortable and on edge.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the docks," He coughs, "I'll be waiting." He then hangs up.

'Goddamnit Yoongi.' The docks are one of the most sketchy places in town. All kinds of illegal shit goes on down there. 'What was he doing there?'

30 minutes later...

You exit the taxi you took to get there and immediately regret not changing your clothes. The wind has grown stronger and the air colder. You can see every breath that escapes your lips. You shiver and start rubbing up and down your arms. 'Where the hell could he be?' You start walking around looking for him. "Yoongi, where are you?" You hiss, not because you're angry but because you don't know who else is at the docks and you don't want to get caught. You look between the long lines of storage bins, but you don't see anyone.

"I'm over here." You hear a faint voice coming from the left. You jog over to the column you think the voice came from and there he is. Yoongi is sitting on the ground leaning against a bin and shivering. He is wearing jeans and a black hoodie -- he has the hood up hiding his face.

You speed walk over to him and kneel down so you're at the same level as him. His lip is busted and he has bruises all over. "What the hell happened?"

"It doesn't matter. But I think I sprained my ankle and my ribs are bruised." He coughs and then winces.

You try to touch his face to further examine his injuries, but he brushes your hand away. He has a cold look in his eyes, but beneath that is a scared, hurt little boy. "Ok. Get up. We're going to a hospital."

"No. Not a hospital."

"Then to the hotel," You say.

"I'm not ready for them to see me like this yet." He shivers.

"Well I can't just leave you here like this. You're coming with me and staying at my house. You can't say no to that."

"Fine." He tries to get up but falls back down.

You hold his hand and help him up, and lend your shoulder as a crutch to help him walk. He takes it. "I'm going to call a taxi." You say, as you walk back to the street.

He nods his head, but stays silent.