Cruel World

Questions

I look up at them through tired eyes, "What do you want to know?"

"What happened to you?" Jimin asks.

"What do you mean?" I tilt my head towards him.

"I mean, where did you come from?" he clarifies. "Where did you get that?" he gestures to the gash that Hoseok was gently padding with a towel.

I close my eyes, "Everything is foggy. I remember the pain and I remember the dark, the stench of death. I lost count of how many times they would hurt us."

"Us?" Seokjin asks, "There were more of you?"

"There were a few others. I don't exactly know why we were there but there were a few others, all around my age." I answer.

Hoseok moves from my stomach to my legs, "What did they want?"

I open my eyes to look at him, "I'm not entirely sure, but mainly, for entertainment, I think."

"You're all cleaned up, y/n," Hoseok smiles at me. Hoseok helps me up as Yoongi wraps a towel around me.

"We need clothes for you," Namjoon realizes.

"I'll go look for some," Jungkook says and skips out of the bathroom to search.

As Jungkook does that, Hoseok rubs the towel on my wet hair. I sigh in relief and smile as he does. "You like that, princess?" Hoseok asks.

I stop, "Sorry."

Hoseok pets my head, smiling, "It's okay. It's cute."

I smile faintly, "You are the first people to show me any kindness in such a long time." I tear up.

Taehyung walks over to hug me, "Aw. I think you should get use to it, we're going to keep you safe as best we can."

"I got some," Jungkook says happily stepping back into the room. He hands me them and they all give me some privacy to change. I get the loose pants on okay but I couldn't get my arms up high enough for the black sweater.

I walk into the living room with the sweater hanging from my arms. The boys look up when I walk in. "I can't get it over my head," I say, awkwardly.

Seokjin quickly walks over to me to help me. My breathe increases as he lifts the shirt and my arms. He quickly put my arms back down, "Did I hurt you?"

I shake my head but my pained expression says different. Jin moves my shirt to look at my sides. "y/n! Why didn't you tell us about these?"

Namjoon gets up, "Tell us about what?" Seokjin moves to show him the burn marks along the sides of my body. "Those are fairly new, when did you get these?"

I pause to think, "I think about a week ago."

"Why didn't you tell us!?" Seokjin exclaims.

I start to shake at his loud words, "I'm sorry." I drop to the ground in front of them, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me."

Hoseok and Yoongi race over to me. "Hey, princess. Look at me," Hoseok says, tilting my head up. "No ones going to hurt you, I promise."

"No one," Yoongi confirms. "Now, do you remember where you got those burns?"

I nod, "their cigarettes."

Seokjin bends crouches down, regret in his eyes, "Let's get the shirt over your head then we'll treat those, ok?"

I nod and he gently tugs the shirt on. Seokjin picks me up and places me on the couch, "You know, you're really light. We should get some food in your belly." He kindly pokes my belly. I smile softly, "heh."

Jimin starts to treat my wounds as Jin works on dinner. "You know, now that you're here with us, we won't let anything happen to you," Jimin smiles up at me.

"Thank you," I say. "Jimin, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course," he responds.

I take a deep breathe, "where am I going to go?"

He looks up at me, "what do you mean?"

"I mean, where can I go? I don't know where my remaining family is. I don't have any money. I don't have home," I sniffle.

Jimin puts down the medical supplies, "this is your home now." He looks deep in my eyes and I can tell how sincere he is. "You're done by the way. All those burns are healing well."

"Right on time," Namjoom walks in, "dinner's ready now."

Jimin lefts me up, "let's go eat, sweetheart."