Liar [Vmin]

Phase 15

I woke up and wanted it to be night time again so I could sleep.

I groaned softly and I moved but found myself wincing in pain.

"Damn it." I muttered grabbing my shoulder

My hip also was hurting. I shouldn't have provoked him like that...but at the same time he had accused me as well.

I managed to get out of bed and I walked to my bathroom, bringing clothes with me. I took a hot shower and put them on. I stood in front of the mirror and lifted up my shirt. Once more the ugly sight made me sigh. The bruises were still an array of colors.

Maybe Jungkook was right about them not going away in a month or more.

I let the shirt fall and I felt my stomach growl. I checked the time on my phone and saw that it was barely 6:30 am.

And here I thought it was late.

I practiced walking around my room to hide my limp and I finally deemed I was ok to go. I opened the door and headed towards the kitchen, the house silent.

The sun was barely coming out so it was still fairly dark out as I crept forward.

I finally arrived and I silently got a bowl and cereal. I took out the milk and served myself breakfast.

As I spooned it into my mouth I took the time to think.

I should probably start thinking about where to go. I obviously couldn't stay here. Maybe I'd ask Jungkook?

No, that wouldn't work

He'd end up convincing me to stay for even longer and although I promised him I'd stay, I'd be intruding.

Namjoon?

I bet he'd help me along with Jin.

As I pondered over this I didn't notice a silent figure approaching me until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I yanked myself away and ended up crashing hard again the counter.

A pained cry escaped my lips before I could stop it.

"Jimin? Damn it, Jimin. Are you ok?" Yoongi...it was Yoongi

I gripped the counter, my knuckles white as I tried to stop the tears of excruciating pain.

"Fine." I breathed out

"Are you serious?" He asked

I looked up at him and found a serious expression on his face.

"Y-yeah of course-"

He roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me to a room and he shut the door. He turned on the lights and once again faced me.

"Lift up your shirt." He demanded

"W-what? Why?" I asked laughing nervously

"Jimin, lift.up.your.shirt."

His eyes held fury and I sighed, looking down.

"You already know what you're going to see..." I mumbled feeling my eyes get watery

He stood in front of me and gently grasped the edges of my shirt. I quickly grabbed his hands but he shook his head.

I bit my lip harshly as I allowed him to take my shirt off.

"Jimin..." He said in shock

I felt like covering myself. I felt like throwing up.

"I know...I'm ugly." I muttered