Gunshot to you

Chapter 8: Jin and I

-Flashback- 

I've always had a lovely little childhood.

When it was just me and my mother up to when I was four I mean.

Then at that age a few months later I had a little baby sister.

You wouldn't even imagine how happy I was to have a little buddy with me. I would always hold her, feed her, and make sure she was safe.

Yet I was still never enough--

"You need to get your act together"

"(Y/n)! Get out now!"

"You're just wasting my time!"

Those rumbles kept getting worse and worse.

But I ignored it. I tried making the most of it. It hurts. It hurts that I once use to be my mother's child. Just me and her.

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"(Y/-)!" someone shouted.

Huh?

"(Y-/) Wa-e up!"

J-jin?

"Wake up!"

Y-yoongi? What's going on--

Then like lighting.

My body jotted to live again.

I inhaled deeply, panting heavily.

"Oh my lord (Y/n) you scared us!" arms wrapped around me.

"W-what's going on?" I mumbled through my dried up lips. My voice sounded like a dead cat, got ran over with then drowned then brought back to life.

I opened my eyes, meeting crying ones.

"Oh my god she's alive," one said in relief.

"W-why did you leave us?" Jin yelled into my ear. I waved him off while sitting up, holding my aching wound.

"I-I...I went to the hotel that my mother--my sister's mother booked" I said.

I looked up, seeing all seven males and their manager.

"A-are you okay?" one asked. I looked at him. He smiled.

"Names Hoseok but you can call me Hobi," he said with a huge smile. I smiled back a little.

"I'm fine Hobi, thanks for asking," I said. The room was now at ease.

"(Y/n)" Namjoon said. I turned to him.

"Yes?"

"..." he was silent for a little.

"What happened when you went to the hotel?"

Oh god.

"I-I" I clenched the bed sheets in a mere death grip, my knuckles clicking.

"I-I don't want to talk about it, don't worry no one saw me--"

"But that goddamn car, what happened? Why did you leave?!" the leader of BTS cut me off.

"Namjoon! Calm down! Stopping being selfish--"

"You wanted to know then high and mighty leader hmm?" I spat coldly. The room then shifted to a colder aura. Namjoon stuttering for an answer.

"Do you know what it's like? To have a mother who loves you so much?" I started shifting the sheets off me. Setting my feet to the floor slowly as I stood up.