Is It Wrong? | Sope

Chapter 29

Yoongi POV

Silently stepping foot outside of my apartment for the first time since Hoseok showed up at my studio last week, I weakly make my way over to my car that's sat in the lot. It takes everything in me to stay awake as I walk over to the vehicle, barely having enough strength to pull the drivers door open.

I know it's probably not the best idea to be driving right now, all things considered. I've not eaten since before Jin showed up that first day. I've not slept since he came to my apartment. I can't even begin to recall the amount of beating I've had to take these last few days now, just from Hoseok showing up. Not only that, but the amount of times I've had to fake being in the mood for sex and giving blowjobs since then is too many to count as well. I wasn't allowed to release once, but it's not entirely like I was feeling it anyways.

With a foggy mind, I shove the key into the ignition and start my car up. I rub my hands over my face a few times in attempt to help wake me up before reversing out of my parking space and driving over to exit the lot altogether. With everything in me, I force myself to stay awake as I pull out onto the road and begin my drive to work. Though, despite all of my attempts to try and keep myself awake, I've got a very bad feeling about today. I just don't know what it is. All I know though, is that I don't want it to mean another beating or punishment coming my way. I've had enough of those already.

As I start down the road, I can already feel it becoming a chore to try and keep my eyes open. As soon as they're fully open, they begin to slowly droop closed again before I have to snap myself back awake. It worries me a little bit, knowing that it's not good for me to be driving when I'm this tired. It makes it that much more difficult to pay attention to the road and the traffic surrounding me, not to mention the pedestrians wandering the sidewalks on both sides of the street.

Groaning quietly, I take one hand off the wheel so as to rub my eyes. It frustrates me that I'm struggling so much, but there was no way I was gonna let myself fall asleep when Jin wasn't letting me. That would've only led to another beating that didn't have to happen, and I'd like to avoid as many of those as humanly possible. Granted, it probably would've been the better choice to have tried walking to work or something, but there's no way in hell I would've been able to make it to work before passing out for sure.

Though, before I know it, everything suddenly fades to black, not even certain of whether I've made it to work or not...

Namjoon POV

"I'm just worried, Namjoon. I don't like the fact that we can't do anything. We've gotta do something. We can't just leave him with Jin when he's treating him so poorly." Hoseok groans, tangling his fingers into his hair as he leans back in the chair he's sat in as he hangs out in my living room this morning. I just sigh quietly, rubbing my cheek gently.

"We'll only make things worse for Yoongi if we try to interfere, Hoseok. I know you care and I know you want to try and get him back, but it's too late. Jin's already claimed his property again and even when he eventually leaves again, Yoongi's not going to be in any shape for a relationship. Jin's really destructive and he really knows how to fuck him up. I know it's hard to just sit back and wait for Jin to get the fuck out, but we don't really have any options." I explain quietly, wishing myself that we could do something.

I've been terribly worried about Yoongi myself, but I remember him telling me the horror stories from their last breakup. I remember just how broken he was after Jin left him and broke his heart to smithereens. It broke my own heart last week when Jin showed up at Yoongi's apartment unannounced. The last thing I wanted to do was leave him there alone with that asshole, and yet I had to just so that I wasn't the one making things worse for him.

We're both pulled suddenly from deep thought though, when my phone suddenly rings loudly in the currently silent room. Jumping a bit in surprise, I pull the device from my pocket and answer the call without a single thought.

"Hello, is this Kim Namjoon? Friend of Min Yoongi's?" An unknown voice asks. Pulling the device away from my ear, my heart bungee jumps to my stomach when I see the number.

"It is. Please, tell me he's okay." I murmur quietly, voice airy as my eyes shut tightly in fear.

"He's been in a terrible car accident. He's on his way to the hospital now."