Martyr | Yoonmin [1] (unedited)

chapter 29

I wrote this when i was drunk, uhmmmm - from now on it's leading this way apparently 

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"What do you mean he's staying for another couple of days?" Yoongi asked in disbelief. Namjoon was unbothered as he read his papers and ate his bowl of cereal. Jin, who sat across Namjoon, had a look of worry and was mostly frozen in place. Yoongi had his arms held out at his side, expecting an answer from his purple-haired friend. Both of them stared in confusion at their leader.

"I don't know what to tell you," Namjoon shrugged and Yoongi scoffed. "Jimin needs his dosages."

"He was only supposed to be there for a few days anyways" Yoongi exclaimed in annoyance, throwing his hands in the air.

"I don't make the rules, Yoongi," Namjoon raised his voice in a more serious tone.

"He's too sensitive for training right now," Yoongi mumbled, staring at the floor. "he doesn't need any more dosages."

"Speaking of which," Namjoon finally looked up at Yoongi. "You need yours. Don't think I'm going to let that go."

"It was nothing," Yoongi scowled and went quiet. He couldn't believe that Namjoon was acting like this. He narrowed his eyes at him, the older boy didn't seem the least worried about Jimin. Namjoon's cellphone started ringing and it was not hard to notice that it was probably the sixth time it rang that morning. Namjoon immediately pressed end and dismissed it.

"Who is that?" Jin questioned.

"Taehyung," Namjoon was quick to answer and Yoongi wondered if it really was.

But if it was actually Taehyung, Yoongi asked, "Why didn't you answer it?"

"I am not in the mood in speaking with Taehyung," Namjoon sighed. He finished his bowl and stood from his seat, taking the bowl to the sink. "Just like I am not in the mood to hear you complain right now."

"I'm not fucking complaining, you dickweed," Yoongi spat. "I'm worried about Jimin."

"He's fine," Namjoon retorted, looking back hotly at Yoongi. "As I said, he doesn't want to come home."

"Who told you that?" Jin questioned, Namjoon looked away from Yoongi and at Jin. Namjoon searched for words to say something and instead, he shook his head impatiently and stomped out of the room.

Yoongi stomped after him, pulling Namjoon's arm to stop him. "Did he make you think like that?" He spat venomously.

"Do you know what we have to focus on right now?" Namjoon towered over him and glared into the boy's eyes. "Hoseok's plan, that's what will keep Jimin safe."

Namjoon yanked his arm away and walked away. Yoongi stared after him until Namjoon slammed his bedroom door. He felt Jin's hand on his shoulder and a comforting squeeze. "He's right," Jin said softly. "The only we can do right now is wait."

"I don't know what's his fucking deal," Yoongi muttered bitterly. "It was his idea to get Hoseok involved. He made me let Jimin go."

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He missed him.

He missed him so much his heart hurt. He literally had no idea what to do when Jimin wasn't around. He didn't know anything else, this life consisted of him entirely from the beginning.

"He's not dead," He muttered. "He's just away for a few days."

Only for a few days more, he reminded himself.

Yoongi continued to watch the floating ball move across the ceiling, slowly dragging from corner to corner. It floated right above him and let it fall, his mind releasing it and his hand catching it. He stared at the yellow tennis ball, its fabric shape and threw it across the room. The unnecessary and violent racket that made a small dent on the wall caused the door to open and Jin poking his head inside.

"Yoongi?" Jin called out softly.

Yoongi covered his face with his arms. He listened to the soft footsteps of his friend and then felt the end of the bed shift down. He bit his tongue to stop from telling him to leave – to prevent himself from yelling at him.

But it was quiet.

"He's not as sensitive as you think he is," Jin's words felt miles away. It was quiet for so long Yoongi had nearly fallen asleep.

He raised his head, lifting his arms. "What?" He croaked.

Jin sipped from his mug. Yoongi continued to stare at him, waiting for him to repeat himself. "I'm remembering a lot of things from before."

That took him by surprise and Yoongi sat up quickly. "Why didn't you mention that before?"

Jin shrugged, wincing at how violent the first memories were to his mind and body. The tsunami of memories made him physically sick. "They're not memories I wish to remember."

Yoongi hesitated, searching for something in his friend's eyes. He had few memories,  small snippets of Jimin and vague and blurry memories of before. He realized now that his friend was different. Jin held his body like he had about a thousand pounds on his shoulders.

"I'll tell you when I'm ready," Jin grinned weakly back at him. "But you shouldn't worry so much about Jimin"

Yoongi pulled at his hair, groaning with impatience. "I can't help it"

"I get it," Jin reassured softly.

Yoongi took in a long shaky breath, looking up at his friend. "With what I went through, training with Felix and Taehyung, I just can't- I don't-"

"You never told me what they made you do," Jin commented, hoping that Yoongi wouldn't withdraw from the questions like he had many times before.

"You didn't either," Yoongi replied, looking down at his hand and at the silver ring on his finger. He knows he doesn't have to keep it in, but he just couldn't get it passed his tongue, the words burned like it was a dark secret he needed to keep.

"It's Taehyung," Jin confirmed, sucking in his teeth in a grimace. "That's his power, he has us to not speak about it. Now that I'm beginning to remember, I think his spell broke on me."

Yoongi wondered if he should ask him. He chewed on his lip. The words were there but he couldn't say the words.

"I- " Yoongi started.

"I need to apologize," Jin started. Yoongi looked up. He looked at his friend in confusion, but more in sympathy. "I realize my powe-"

There was a loud noise in the living room. Namjoon's voice could be heard – Namjoon was yelling. Yoongi grabbed Jin's arms, leading him out of the room.

"You brought him here because he was lonely?" Namjoon asked incredulously.

Yoongi and Jin exited the room and down the hallway into the living room. Only Jin recognized the orange-haired boy as Hoseok – Yoongi only knew from the picture that Namjoon provided. Yoongi understood that was Hoseok had been working for Felix, like Namjoon, and had been alone.

The boy stared back with large doe eyes.

Jin craned his neck. "who is this?"

The orange-haired boy answered. "This is Jungkook."