The Dare | Yoonjin

Chapter 17

Yoongi POV

Trying to make my way to the cafeteria as quickly as possible, I feel near ready to pass out when I'm finally entering. I spot the table that everyone's at almost instantly, but I can see the glare in Jin's eyes when they lock on my figure.

Taking a deep breath, I try like hell to not limp as I walk over to them, trying like hell not to let any signs of pain form on my face.

I can tell everyone's attention is directed on Jin, but Hobi then turns around, surprise and concern on his face as he spots me. It scares me even more, hoping Jin hasn't already done what I'm afraid of. The look in his eyes only darken as I grow closer to the table though, and he stands just as I reach them.

"Don't you dare ever come anywhere near me ever again. I don't ever want to see you again, Min Yoongi. Stay the fuck away. Don't speak to me, don't come near me, don't even fucking look in my direction. I can't believe you would fucking do something like this. And if it wasn't clear, I fucking hate you." Jin growls lowly before talking his food and bag, and walking off.

My lips part at all of this, wide eyes staring at the place that he'd been standing as he storms off.

I have no idea what to do. I don't know how to explain it. How to fix this.

Although...

I guess there is no fixing it...

Not now...

"Yoongi, what the hell happened? I know you wouldn't do that." Hoseok asks as he stands up, worried gaze locked on my frozen frame.

"You fucking asshole!"

I don't even have time to fully process Tae's words before I'm met with a punch to the face, stumbling and collapsing to the floor like fucking nothing. I can't even reacted fully to the added pain that's blooming on my face before his foot comes in contact with my side.

I don't have it in me to bite back the yelp of agony that bursts in that location as tears begin falling. My body doesn't even fully react to it though, not curling up or anything as I lay weakly on my back, hands coming up to cover my face as I begin sobbing uncontrollably.

"Tae, stop it!"

"You asshole! After everything! After you even fucking found out that he's never been with someone before! And you still fucking decide to go behind his back?! What the fuck is your problem, Yoongi?!" Tae shouts, catching everyone's attention.

"W-wait. Yoongi, why are there bruises on your stomach?" Jimin stutters out softly.

I can't stop crying though, so fucking close to giving up.

"You dick, leave him alone! You have no fucking clue what happened, Taehyung!"

Seconds later I'm being dragged up into a sitting position and brought into someone's arms, another groan of pain escaping my lips.

"Yoongi, what happened?" Hobi asks softly, gently brushing his fingers through my hair.

"I didn't cheat on him. I didn't do that. I would never do that. Fuck, Hobi. Fuck, I love him. I would never do that. I could never. Fuck, it's not what he thinks." I cry, hating how weak I am right now.

"I know you do, hyung. I know you do. I'm so sorry, Yoongi. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have done this to the two of you. I'm so sorry, hyung." Hoseok murmurs softly before gently pulling me to my feet.

"Come on, let's get you to the bathroom and cleaned up. Okay? Let's get you calmed down." Hoseok says gently.

"Wait wait wait. Yoongi, I wanna know what happened to you. Why do you have bruises on your stomach? Tae never even touched you there." Jimin speaks up.

"Fucking let him go. The bruises are probably nothing more than fucking hickeys. Even if they aren't, he probably just got into another fucking fight like always." Tae scoffs.

"Come on, let's get going. Let's get you out of here." Hoseok cuts in before taking my hand to lead me away from them.

I attempt to follow, I really do.

Though, the pain pulsating throughout my body takes over and has different thoughts when I move to take those next steps. Instead of really moving forward and following, my body crumbles and falls, crashing into the floor and creating even more pain as I gasp at the hard, unexpected pain.

"Yoongi!"

Before I know what's happening, I'm being scooped up in someone's arms and being carried out of the room. Getting sat down in the hallway a little distance away from the entrance to the cafeteria, I wince as I hit the floor once more, even though it's in a much gentler way.

"Min Yoongi, what the hell happened to you?"

Weakly looking up, it's only Hobi and Jimin stood out here with me. I just shake my head as I force myself to take deep breaths.

I have to stop being so weak. I have to stop being so pathetic.

Though, I'm not really given the chance to answer the question. Instead, there's worried hands pulling at my long sleeve shirt, tugging my sleeves up and the bottom of my shirt up just under my chest.

"Min Yoongi, I want to know what the fuck has been going on and who the hell has been doing this shit to you." Hoseok growls lowly.

I shake my head at this though, tugging everything back down as I force myself back up onto my feet.

"Nobody. It's nothing. Don't fucking breathe a word of this to anyone. It's fucking nothing." I mutter before walking away, trying to handle the pain.