Lima Syndrome (Sequel to Stockholm Syndrome)

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I got up off my bed and sprinted to the toilet. Every time after I kill someone and then later sit down to rest, I get this queasy feeling and urge to vomit. As I am currently doing. 

But why? 

After fifteen minutes of violently puking out my guts, I finally can breathe and wash my mouth out with mouthwash. But the taste still lingers and it's bitter. Like always.

I slipped down into the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge. I need comfort food. 

Bingo. I pulled out the tub of ramen that Jin had made earlier today and heated some up. 

As I sat down to eat, a stool got pushed out and someone sat down beside me. I glared up through my eyelashes, as Yoongi sat in front of me. 

I took a bite and my eyes grew wide as I suddenly realized I wasn't wearing my mask. 

Yoongi looked at me as I slowly chewed. His eyes narrowed them grew wide. 

His eyes glanced over, "T-Taehyung?" 

I dropped my fork. "Yoongi you better not tell a soul, do I make myself clear?" I growled out lowly. 

He nodded slowly, tears streaming down his face. 

He got up and sat beside me, "c-can I hug you?" 

My face hardened, "no." 

He flinched and my eyes softened. 

"Yoongs, I-I can't get attached a-again, I can't ge-get hurt again." 

Yoongi nodded, "I-I get it, I won't tell anyone." 

He slowly stood up, I reached my head out and held his wrist. "I'll tell you everything tomorrow, but we need to be alone. I don't want Jungkook finding out. Yoongs please I'm begging you don't tell anyone." 

He nodded and ran a hand through my hair. "Of course I won't tell anyone Tae," 

I smiled, "only refer to me as V, only Baekhyun and Chanyeol know me as Taehyung."

Yoongi nodded, "course V." 

I smiled up at him, and as he got closer I called him, "hey, I missed you." 

He chuckled, "I missed you too." 

I finally smiled a genuine smile in four years. 

Man, I could get used to this.