Debt (A BTS Mafia AU x Reader)

Chapter 7 - Hide It

Chapter 7 - Hide It

(Y/N's POV)

I woke up on my stomach. I groaned the bruise on my shoulders and back was agony. I am cursed myself for yelling at him. I moved my arm but felt something restricting my movements. I will have my face and shoulders wrapped in long bandages.

"Huh?" Was I managed to get started?

Who wrapped my back and shoulders? Could it have been Yoongi? No, he left the room. But he could have come back? Maybe it was one of the other members? But who? My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door and I looked over.

"Y / N, you up?" Hoseok called from the other side of the door.

"Who wants to know?" I managed to get out without wincing in bread. I realize I was breaking rule 5 already and I do not think I could take another blow to the back.

"What did you just say?" His voice was not happy anymore, it was more irritated.

"I'm sorry I'm going to say I am awake." This time I did not wince mid-sentence but thank god he did not notice. "I'm not a morning person." I really was trying to get out of a punishment. Please let it slide. Please let it slide.

"Alright, but breakfast is almost ready so come down when you're ready." He yelled through the door. I just about cried in joy when he let my little outburst slide. Why can't Yoongi be more like Hoseok and let it slide sometimes? I didn't want the other boys to know that I'm in pain because I swear they will try to take advantage of that. Come on Y/N, put your game face on nobody will know other than Yoongi; that bastard. I swung my legs over the bed, slowly hoping for it to not hurt as bad. I was sorely mistaken and lowly groaned.

"Goddamnit, this day is going to be hell!" I whined. I slowly walked to the white door. Which I was assuming the closet. I opened the door and my jaw dropped. It was a huge walk-in closet which had casual outfits to fancy formal outfits.

"Shit, I'm stealing all this stuff when I escape." I laugh to myself. I grab a gray and white long-sleeved shirt and a plain black pair of sweatpants with a skull on the left thigh. I walk out of the room and into the bathroom. I didn't have the energy to take a shower so I just slowly changed. Once I finished I made my way to the door and opened the door. Okay Y/N, deep breaths. Put your game face on. Nothing is wrong with you, there is no big blue and purple bruise covering your entire back and shoulders. Nope, not there. I took a deep breath and walked down the hallway. I looked for escape routes while slowly making my way. Damn it, nothing. I sighed a deep sigh and turned the corner. I kept walking past door until I was at the top of the stairs. Fuck. I cursed myself.

"This shit is going to hurt so bad " I whispered to myself. I began my descent down the stairs as slowly as possible, but it still hurt like hell. As I got closer to the bottom, I heard voices coming from the kitchen. My body wanted to collapse when I made it to the bottom, but I somehow forced myself not to. I shakily walked over to the kitchen and stood against the wall next to the doorway. I straightened up my posture to not look injured while I walked in.

I immediately felt all eyes on me as I stood there awkwardly, but Jin quickly showed me to an empty seat next to Namjoon and him. I looked down at the table and just kinda sat there uncomfortably. Jin put a plate in front of me and then started to fill the table up with food. Once he sat down they all started to the server themselves what they wanted. I was about to grab a muffin when a shot of pain bolted through my shoulder and back. I had to bite my tongue to keep from wincing.

I grabbed the muffin and reeled my arm in quickly. I hadn't noticed but Jin had filled my plate with food. He looked at me and smiled, so I faked a smile back at him. I ate the muffin, taking my time, along with the food he gave me. Once I finished, I felt so much worse than when I woke up.

I was hurting so bad that just sitting started to hurt. I thanked Jin for the food and was going to leave to the room, still while trying to figure out how to get out of here, when fucking Taehyung grabs my shoulder and asks if I want to play some video games. As soon as he grabbed my shoulders, the realization of what he was doing kicked in... the pain followed not too long after. I cried out in agony. When I cried out He wrapped his arm around my back trying to support me but that hurt even worse. "L-let go! You're hurting me!" I scream out. Pain constantly shot through my back when he was 'supporting' me. You know what, fuck rule 5! I'm in hell right now and I don't give a fuck about anything else! He let go of me immediately and I back into a wall and slid down to the ground. All of the boys rush to my sides.

"What the hell is going on!?" Namjoon shouts at the both of us.

"I don't know, I grabbed her shoulder, and she started to cry out and when I put my arm on her back to support her up, then she started to scream I was hurting her!" Taehyung attempted to explain.

"Well, what's your problem?" Namjoon asks while narrowing his eyes at me. Shit, what should I say? I can't tell him what Yoongi did because that will piss Yoongi off, but I can lie saying nothing cause he won't fucking believe me.

"I-I-I well..," I stumbled over my words. "I-I hit my s-shoulder on my bed and it hurt when he grabbed it... I also fell off the bed in the process so that explains my back..." I managed to get out.

"Y/N" Jin whispered in my ear. "Can you turn around?" I nodded towards him and turned around. When he lifted my shirt I turned right back around.

"W-what are you doing??" I almost yelled but just asked angrily.

"Just turn around!" He yelled at me. I reluctantly turned around and he lifted my shirt up and started taking the bandages off, clearly showing the dark blue and purple bruises. I heard a gasp come from someone. Really a fucking gasp, You assholes have murdered people and you gasp at bruises. WHAT THE FUCK. I pulled my shirt down and barely got up using the support of the wall.

"Who did it?" Was all Namjoon questioned? I'm gonna piss Yoongi off and expose him. Maybe Namjoon will praise him for what he did. I do not know and I'm not trying to find out. "Nobody did it, like I said I hit my shoulder and fell off the bed." I looked to the side not wanting to make eye contact with him. He strode over to me and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. What the hell is up with him and grabbing my chin !?

"You have better tell me who did it because I'm going to ask you again." So I'll ask again. "

"Who did it?"