The 7

It felt right to say your name

You both stood there, you didn't care how long you were standing there because that's where you needed to be. In that corridor- with him. 

You didn't want to assume anything, after all, you hadn't been in the room with them, but you had a MASSIVE hunch that he had killed the man who had once been your 'Father'. Now he would be another grave in a graveyard. You thought that that was a bit harsh but he deserved it. After all the nights he had nearly beaten your mother to death- you having to step in between them and take the blame instead of your mother.

Of course, this didn't stop him from beating you. If anything he beat you twice as hard- knowing that you couldn't get away from him you would have nowhere to go, he was your 'Father'. 

~A father doesn't beat his children. A father stops others from hurting their children~

One night, when you had come home from school, you walked in the house to hear your father beating your mother. This wasn't anything new but this time it was that little bit more aggressive than usual- that little bit more frightening. You had walked into the living room and see could your father sitting on top of your mother behind the sofa. This elbow peaking over the sofa as you couldn't quite see him beat her. She was screaming. Pleading. 

Then it stopped. 

Silently you backed out of the living room. Not wanting your 'father' to see you. 

After that night you knew you had to get out of the house- You needed to leave. A slight problem, you had nowhere to go. You would have to stay for a little while longer until you thought of something to do. 

Caught in your thought you had baked into a wall- gasping as your back collided with it. You couldn't catch your gasp quicken enough before it made its way into your 'fathers' ear. 

In that moment, as he came charging towards you- your mothers blood still on his hands, you went through your thank yous in your head- certain this was it. The end. 

Luckily or unluckily he had beaten you- yes- but you clung to life with a fine thread. Clambering your way into your room- as your father locked the door behind. Collapsing in your bed, but you did not rest- you had to get out. There was no way you could stay there until the next morning. So you packed a small bag and climbed out of your window.

"Joon" You whispered. Not wanting to think about your past, not wanting to break down crying. 

"What my love?" ~my love. That's...sweet~  "I wanna go home" ~Home! Why did you say home y/n~ 

It felt right.

"Of course, my love" He pulled away from you, both of you and the others pilled into the elevator. Only when did you notice that Seokjin also had blood on him now and a was masked with an aggressive red flushing face. You looked at him until he felt your gaze and looked up at you, meeting it. You kept eye contact for a few seconds, till you looked sharply at the floor. Playing with the fabric of your dress- nerves starting to simmer inside you. 

Right on queue, you felt Twig brush his face against your hand- getting you to focus your attention on him. ~I love you Twig. Where would I be without you~ 

*doors opening*

You bolted out of that elevator not taking your eyes off the floor. However, you did have to slow down a little- remembering that you didn't know where you were going. 

"Your coming with me" Joon had caught up with you quickly. You didn't bother answering, you just followed him. His black sports car was waiting for you on the street- just like before. 

You both got in. Him driving. You in the passenger seat. Twig sitting on the floor between you and Joon- in the back. The wind.

Neither of you said anything. 

Instead, you grabbed Joon's free hand, moving it to your lap and entwining your fingers. You didn't look at him- you stayed looking out of the window. 

When you got back to the house- quickly making your way inside and up to your room. Closing the door behind you.

You didn't feel anything. Nothing. Not Sad. Angry. Happy. Mournful. Relived. Nothing. 

Not knowing what do with yourself- you decided to go to bed. Getting changed and climbing into the giant bed. Laying there in the darkness. Letting it consume you. Letting it hold you.

You felt the mattress dip. The figure getting closer to you. Hovering over you. You could just about make out his face. You cupped his cheeks in your- small hands compared to his. Still, neither of you said anything. You just gazed at each other. 

"Your tired" You said, stroking the area under his eyes. "Sleep." You said, not getting a reply. To be honest you weren't really expecting him to say anything. Instead, you pulled him close to you- resting his head in the crook of your neck. Gently playing with his hair. Letting him wrap himself around you. 

"My love" You whispered.

You felt him smile against your skin. Squeezing you tighter. 

"Oh, y/n" He sighed. 

"What?" You asked.

"I don't know. It felt right to say your name."