The Lies You Told Me Back Then (Yoongi FF)

Chapter Eighteen

I sneak into my room and shut the door, thankfully having passed by my parents without any problems. I'm not safe yet, though. Knowing my parents, they won't take my phone or laptop, they'll take the chargers. I keep the ones that don't work out for them to take when they come here and hide the phone charger in one of the socks in my basket of fuzzy socks. My laptop charger... I stare at it expectingly for a few seconds before I hide it in my trash bin under piles of crumpled paper.

I hear the footsteps calmly climbing up the stairs and go to my bathroom. I lock myself in, and run the shower. "Ji Dan!" I hear my mother say. "How dare you!"

"I'm in the bathroom, and I dunno what you're talking about!" I shout back.

"You know exactly what your mother is talking about!" Says my father aggressively. "You're grounded. Moving to your dorms and school, they don't start until two weeks from now, and until then, you will not leave this room."

Wait, what? What do you mean, not leave this room?

I turn off the shower (that I didn't get into), and open the bathroom door only to see my room door slam loudly and to hear a tiny click dooming me to confinement. They locked me in? "Wait, what about lunch?" I say in an attempt to leave the room.

"We could have maids deliver it?" Suggests my father.

I can practically hear her shake her head. Or literally since her earrings jangle together. Loud and clear despite the door muffling her voice, my mom says, "she doesn't need food that badly," and leaves. I mean, there's a chance she's just scaring me... Right?

I go gingerly to the door and mess with the knob. They weren't kidding about locking me in. I mess with it a bit more. I don't want to be stuck here for two weeks! "Mom, Dad! Please let me out!" I shout, hoping they can hear me down the hall. "Please! Please, I want to leave don't do this!" I knock harshly until I'm punching the wall. The tears stream down my face until my eyes are raw and hurt from the burning salty water.

My tears flow into my mouth and I try to wipe them. I sit down at my bed and stay there for hours, crying my eyes out until I can't keep them open.

Yoongi POV

I anxiously pace around my room. Why won't she answer my texts? My feet are numb from going over the floor this often. I would drag my feet, but I don't want rug burn when I still have dance practice today. I greet Jin Hyung distractedly on my way to the other side of the room, causing him to jokingly get mad for not paying enough attention to 'a piece of art if it smacked you in the head.' He proceeds to actually smack the back of my head demandingly.

Doesn't he get it? It's not the time to be joking. I glare at him and he drops his jokes. "All fun aside, Yoongi, you seem a bit tense. What's wrong?" Jin Hyung nicks my path and I look up to him, blocked by his shoulders. Damn everyone (except Jimin) for being so tall. "Yoongi?"

"It's nothing, Hyung."

"If it was nothing, the carpet wouldn't look like a tractor drove through part of it. If it were nothing, you would be sleeping right now." Those are fair points, honestly. But how can I sleep with such an ominous warning?

"It's Ji Dan. Minjae told her to avoid her parents, you heard that?" I ask. Ji Dan was so brave to assure the entire group she would tell them. She didn't make friends easily, but I suppose she did trust me. I wouldn't have opened up to BTS for no reason, and obviously she knows that if she can blindly tell them her deepest secret. "I wonder if she's okay, but she won't reply to my texts." I crash into a rolling seat and propel it away from the desk. I throw my head back in frustration and roll my shoulders. My eyes are shut for a few seconds as I let Jin process my words. That's right, Hyung, I care about people.