shattered

chapter 17

Yoongi POV

______ isn't herself today. I know this because I watch her more often than I would like to admit.

She's sitting at one of the breakfast tables. Her head bouncing off it as she repeatedly hits it against the table.

Her hands rake through her hair. Making it a gorgeous mess.

Sera and a couple of other people are sitting with her, while others are looking on in concern. They want to help, but they don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do. But I'm willing to try.

I hear her let out a low groan, and I know she needs... something. I just need to figure out what exactly it is. And I can't do that from across the room.

I make my way over and sit next to her. She rolls her head to the side, her eyes fix on me for a moment before she groans and rolls her head back to it's original position.

I look over to Sera and raise my eyebrow. She just shakes her head at me. No help there.

I do the only other thing I can think of. Shoulder bump.

"What's wrong _____?"

She just groans in response. Like I am meant to know what that groan means. It's not like I'm a mind reader. Does she really think a guy can read a girls mind? We all know they have a billion things going on in there every minute.

I bump her shoulder again. She needs to use her words.

"What's wrong _____?" I say with a smile in my voice.

Her head rolls to the side as she looks at me.

"Do it again. I fucking dare you."

Her threat is so cute, I can't help but smile in response to it. Like she could actually scare me. But, if she insists I do it again... well, who am I to not do it?

"______. What's wrong?" I ask again, shoulder bumping hers again. Hopefully she will tell me this time. I need her to talk to me.

"Parents. Coming. After. Lunch." She grits her teeth as the words come out in a quiet growl.

And then she crumbles. I watch as she shatters in front of me. Her breath catches in her throat, her eyes widening in horror. Her hands clutch at her chest, hoping that that would help her get air. Her eyes meet mine. Begging me to save her. To take her away from this place. Away from the eyes watching her fall. But before I can do anything. One of those guys is over this side of the table.

His hands are on her. How dare he touch her.

"_______? _______!"

Jesus Christ. This idiot is drawing attention to her. What kind of idiot's do these girls associate with?  Doesn't he know that drawing attention to her will make it worse.

His voice starts to become louder, and I can feel everyones eyes start being drawn to us. I need to stop this. And I need to stop it now.

"Get your fucking hands off ______ now." My voice comes out in a growl. _______ reacts to my voice. I see her gasp in a small amount of air from the corner of my eye.

But my attention is more focused on this idiot trying to "help". My eyes narrow at him. Warning him to back off.

"I'm just trying to help. More than what you're fucking doing."

I want to hit him. God, do I want to hit him. But that wont help ______ right now.

"You don't know what you're doing. You can't help her. Only I can help her. She needs me. Not you." My words come out possessive. But I don't care. I am the only one that can help her. I am the only one she needs. He needs to back off.