Fallen Angel | Park Jimin Vampire fanfiction |

IX. The screaming man

You can't remember how long you cried. How long you stayed in Yoongi's arms as they hugged you. You just felt grateful that he didn't push you away.

You don't understand what's going on with you. When did you become so open? When did you start crying in front of others? Why does it feel so right yet so wrong to open up to someone? You don't know what's happening to you and it's scaring you.

All of this trust. All of these 'friendships' are going to fail. Why? Because they're not real.

You heard a distant sound of a phone ringing. It's noise becoming louder and clearer by the second and almost pulling you out of your trance like state. Almost.

"Hello?"

Yoongi spoke beside you. One hand holding the phone and the other still wrapped around your shoulders.

"Yeah, I'm still here............on the roof.......nothing, don't worry about it.......no it's ok...... sure but don't let 'Him' come with you...... yeah...... ok bye."

You weren't able to hear what the person on the other side of the phone was speaking. Only soft, unclear mumbles reached your ears.

Yoongi shifted slightly to the side to put the phone down. He didn't move for a few seconds, just staying still until he slowly unwrapped his arms from your shoulders. He pulled back, hands pushing you away slightly so he could take a better look at you.

A small smile graced his lips.

"You know, you look really ugly right now... who are you?"

"Wow..." You said, brushing off the salty water from your eyes and cheeks. "Thanks for the compliment..."

"No more tears?"

You nodded, a small chuckle escaping your lips.

"Great. Now we can go. I think we've stayed here long enough."

"How long ago did school finish...?"

Yoongi looked at his watch, which was safely secured on his left wrist.

"About 2:30 hours ago..."

"Oh crap!" You quickly stood up ready to take your bag and dash for the door when Yoongi grabbed your wrist. You turned to look at him eyes wide and panicked.

"I lost track of time, I'm sorry! I appreciate what you did and thank you, but I have to go! I can't be late for wor-"

You stopped mid-sentence.

'I forgot...'

"Late for what?" Yoongi questioned.

"Umm... nothing, not important. But as you said, we did stay here long enough."

Unwillingly, he slowly let go of your wrist, unwrapping his long fingers from around your bruised skin.

You took a step back, quickly turning around and dashing straight for your backpack which was placed behind the door.

Just as you were reaching out to grab it, the door swung open and a person ran in, going straight for Yoongi.

"There you are! I was looking everywhere for you! Do you know how hard it is to find your pale ass in this god damn place?! I may have a good sense of smell but I'm not a mind reader!!!"

You straighten up, your backpack over one shoulder, you stared at the screaming man's broad back and shoulders. He was tall. Taller than Yoongi but a little shorter than Namjoon.

Yoongi stared at the man in front of him, eyes so wide they look like they're about to come out of his eyes sockets. He waved his hands in front of him, as if showing the man in front of him to stop talking.