Don't Leave Me|| BTS

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"Hey," Seokjin spoke to Jungkook, while I was getting my shoes on. I had AirPods in so I assume they thought I couldn't hear them, "Don't let him out of your sight. I know your the maknae but please take care of him like you're older while you both are out."

"Of course Hyung. I'll be the Hyung today," Jungkook said kind of excited at that idea.

"If you can get anything out of him–"

"Come on Kookie-ah, lets get there before anyone else."

That's enough, you two are done talking, I thought.

"Coming Hyung," he grabbed the keys and we were off.

Pulling up to gym was a relief, the car ride was too quiet and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I didn't like working out either, I just wanted an escape from Jin and his questions.

This will be a good choice.

"I'll show you the lockers and then we can go stretch together," Jungkook said, wrapping an arm around me and lead me inside.

I did not want to be here. But there was no getting out of it now.

I followed him inside and he scanned our membership cards before taking me to the locker room.

While Jungkook stuffed his bag in a locker, pulling out his own lock, I stared in the mirror. I couldn't remember the last time I've looked in a mirror. I haven't looked at myself in a while.

Thinking about it, this is the first time I've seen myself and recognized my own face. I didn't notice Jungkook watching me.

"Ready Hyung?"

I pulled myself away, nodding. So we headed to the weight room. I waited for Jungkook, I didn't want to do this and I wondered if he would just accept me sitting and watching. I hoped he was going to notice I wasn't in shape to lift weights.

"Ah my dongsaengs!" A heavy voice entered the room.

My body went stiff.

Jungkook smiled, setting what ever weights he had down, "Hey bro."

They did a handshake. I couldn't even get myself to look up.

"Yoongi-ah, aren't you going to say hi to me?" He nudged me playfully.

I wanted to punch him.

I wanted to kill him.

I looked to Jungkook, he looked back at me strangely. I suddenly had 5 seconds to make the decision to either say hi or book it out of there. Or I could call him out, or I could drag Jungkookie out and tell him, he's the man that ruined me. I could–

"Hello earth to Min Yoongi?"

"Hey," I mumbled back, and he kind of narrowed his eyes at me while Jungkook wasn't looking.

I could feel myself shrink underneath his glaze.

"How you been?"

"Good."

"Yeah we been working on the next comeback," Jungkook jumped in.

"Really? Yoongi you should invite me to your studio soon, I can help you with some tracks."

"No that's okay, I'm close to done anyways."

"Oh? Well that's fine, I'll swoop by sometime, I would love to see what you've thought up."

"No-"

"Ah don't say no to your Hyung Yoongi-ah," he tsked me, "I'll see you guys some other time. Nice to run into you."

"Nice seeing you Hyung."

Jungkook and him fist bumped and he glared at me before leaving.

"Want to lift weights now?" Jungkook turned to me.

I was too scared to move.

Does he know I told someone? Why was he threatening me? What did I do now? Am I in trouble again? How did he know I was here? Has he been watching me? He must know everything I've done wrong by now. He wants to teach me a lesson. I could see it in his eyes.

He's going to kill me.

"Can we leave?" I breathed out, clutching my chest.

"We just got here," Kookie paused, looking at me, "Are you okay Hyung?"

I couldn't breathe, of course I wasn't fucking okay.

I shook my head.

He grabbed his keys and he lead me back to the locker rooms.

He looked back me once we made it inside the locker room. I looked to him frantically, my vision was getting blurry.

"Hyung? You're scaring me."

Jungkook never seen me have a panic attack this bad before.

My breathing picked up, I slid down against the lockers, and soon I was hyperventilating.

"Hold on Hyung, I'll call Jin-hyung," Jungkook fiddled with the keys nervously trying to get it in the lock and open the locker.

He pulled out his phone, and called.

I was gasping for air.

"Hello?"

"Jin Hyung, Yoongi hyung is having a panic attack, I think? I don't know what to do."

"Put the phone up to Yoongi's ear, Kookie-ah."

"Okay."

Jungkook approaches me, his hand shaking trying to keep it still so I can hear.

"Yoongi?"

I don't know why he thought I could speak.

"I need you to take a second and breathe."

I try, and instead I gasp for breath.

"It's okay. Can you tell me what caused this?"

I looked at Jungkook, he was squatting in front of me holding the phone to my ear, trying to listen in.

"He was here," is all I could say.

"Jungkook?"

"Yes Hyung?" Kookie hurriedly pulled the phone away and stood up, while I hugged myself to try and calm down.

.....

"Oh yeah, we did actually. Kidoh Hyung was here, working out too."

.....

Jungkook whipped around so fast, I knew Seokjin Hyung must have said something alarming and Jungkook was finally connecting the dots.

So much anger entered his body then, and I could sense it.

He didn't say bye, he just hung up. Kookie swung the locker door open and grabbed his stuff, slamming it and punching it for good measure. Except he kept going, and kept punching, and soon he was yelling. I never seen the maknae this angry, he was really good at keeping it inside.

He stopped as abruptly as he started, then turned to me and extended a hand.

"Come on Yoongi-Hyung, lets go home."