The 7

His bloody hands

Your eyes were fixed on the gun- pressed into your father's chin. You didn't care for him but you didn't exactly want to see someone's head get blown off, but Joon didn't look like he was going to back down- his body to tense, purpose to fixed. 

You looked around you, you tried, you tried. You weren't sure what you were looking for but you were looking for something. 

"Hahbdjw" Your father's words turned to drunken noise. Joons tension releasing a little bit but was quickly replaced with frustration. 

"I'm going to make you regret the day you ever laid a finger on her"  He turned your fathers head to look at you- before sharply bashing his head against the floor. You opened your mouth to say something but no words would appear.

"Take y/n out" He said through gritted teeth as he hovered over your father's body- arranging knuckle dusters over his figures. 

"Y/n" Seokjin came towards you- clearly seeing the pure fear and confusion on your face. 

"Wha-Wha" Your frazzled brain tried to form a sentence but short-circuited before it could finish. 

"It's okay. Just follow Hoseok" Seokjin said guiding your hand to Hoseoks. You weren't about to argue so you help onto him tightly. 

"Take her outside. She doesn't need to see this" Seokjin told Hoseok. 

Hoseok made eye contact with you- as if to acknowledge that you were in his safety now. Both of you understanding that he, lead you out of the dining hall and back into the corridor. 

The second your foot stepped over the thresh hold and the door closed behind you-you collapsed onto the floor. A hopeless slump of tears. You pressed your ear against the door, wanting to- but not wanting- to hear what was about to occur in the dining hall. 

"Y/n" Hoseok kneeling in front of you. "You need to follow me" He grabbed your hand, trying to plead with you.

"There is no way I'm going anywhere" you whispered aggressively and snatching your hand back from his.

"Fine." He signed- realising that there was no persuading you. "But at least move away from the door" His hand covering your ear- "Trust me. You don't want to hear what they're about to do" 

"What are they about to do" He didn't reply- just looked at you blankly. Something in him wouldn't let him say it, but despite his lack of words, you put one-and-one together. 

Still not wanting to move away from the door, you stared at him with the best bitch face you could muster- considering in the emotional state you were in. 

Then, pulling your self up from the floor, you gazed outside the window- there world still going on without you. You felt Twigs damp nose brush against your hand- letting you know it was okay. ~It's not okay Twig. No of this is okay. I mean I don't care if he lives or dies after what he has done to me but I don't understand Joon- he feels familiar like I've met him before. And parts of my memory is coming back I think. Well the only thing that I have remembered was when I looked over the balcony I remember the feeling of falling, but I still understand where from. Oh! Why can't I remember anything Twig? All I can remember are feelings- I can't remember any actual events. Just the feeling~  You knew Twig couldn't hear you- but he knew what you were thinking, he knew what you were feeling. It was almost like he could just read your mind. 

So deeply engrossed in thought- you started to pace the corridor outside. Your elegantly soft dress brushing at your legs. The flowing fabric casing a breeze around you. 

~Op! Shit~ You fell over. ~What the hell wa-~  

"Twig." You giggled softly. "You okay buddy. Sorry about that" 

"Are you okay?" Hoseok chuckled- reaching out a hand.

"I'm fine." You said sharply- also being a bit embarrassed by your clumsiness. You didn't take his hand- instead, you gathered the skirt of the dress and stood up with a huff.

"Y/n. I'm not the one you should be getting huffy with." Hoseok said realising your shift in mood.

"I'm not huffing at you I'm just frustrated...at everyone" You hit him with an eye roll. 

"And why would that be?" He asked- clearly not bothered by your attitude.

"I just don't understand. Why would Joon have my father be brought here? For what. And before after we...er yer...he said 'Just like I remember' What did he mean by that. That makes no sense!" You looked up at Hoseok with hopeful eyes.

Instead, you were greeted with a forlorn looking Hoseok. 

"It's not my place to tell you" 

"What do you mean? Can't you at least tell me something?!"  

"Y/n, It's not my place to tell you."

"Hoseok!" You were about to protest when the doors to the dining hall flow open.

Joon stepped out. Blood coated his cloths. And his hands. His bloody hands.

His gaze making its way up to met yours, as he whipped his face of blood. Flashing his devilish smirk. 

He made his way towards you. You stepped back a little- not wanting your father's blood on you. Not breaking his gaze he put his hand out- Jimin placing a tissue on his hand. 

"Could you help?" giving the tissue to you, he said in that smooth calm voice, And taking the tissue you held his face with one hand as you started to wipe the blood off with the other. 

You were concentrating so much you subconsciously moved closer to him. Only noticing when he put one hand on your hip pulling you so close that your hips touched. 

"Joon" You said. Not really knowing why you said his name. You just did. It felt right.

"He's gone now y/n" His intense stare was a little unsettling.

"What do you mean Joon?" ~I hope that question gets answered some day~ 

"You don't have to be scared any more. He's never gonna hurt you again." Joon said still maintaining his gaze, although it went soft around the edges. 

For the first time. You knew it and you believed it. Feeling it wrap itself around you like a blanket. 

A childish smile formed on your face. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into your embrace. 

"I know." Joon "I know."