It Was Always You

~ 4 ~

~ Noona's POV ~

Being pulled from the house happened in a blur. I could barely breathe and was so grateful for the tight grip Yoongi had on my hand. It felt like it was the only thing keeping my legs from giving out on me.

By the time we made it to his car, he went to open the door but stopped.

"Shit." He mumbled.

I lifted my eyes to look at him. "What?" I asked, my voice way softer than I expected.

"Jimin and Taehyung." He breathed running his hands thought his hair, taking grip.

"Taehyung drove us here." I replied.

He looked at me for a hard minute, both of us just standing there in a stunned silence. "Give me your phone." He said holding his hand out.

I pulled it from its tucked place in my bra and handed it to him. I noticed that there were several texts on my home screen, but I didn't see who they were from. I could only guess by the piercing anger that flashed across Yoongi's face.

He unlocked the phone and searched thought my messages before finding what he was looking for. "Tae would not leave Jimin here would he?" He asked, looking at me. I shook my head. Taehyung was not that kind of person, and I trusted him to not leave Jimin alone, especially after being intimate with him. After Yoongi sent a text, he handed me my phone back, but I didn't have the heart to open it up.

He pulled his own phone out, and his expression saddened instantly before he swallowed thickly. He sent his own text before turning back to me. "I just told them that they were on their own for the night, to have fun and to take care of each other. Let's get the fuck out of here."

He opened the door and guided me into the seat. When he shut my door, the reality of what we just walked in on hit me hard.

How did I not see this?

I could feel more tears run down my face, and when Yoongi got in the car he didn't start it right away. I turned to him, finding him staring at me, the look of heartbreak on his face mimicking the feeling I had in my chest. He didn't say anything, only took my left hand with his right, and held on tightly.

He started the car, driving off leaving all the cars behind us. I wasn't too focused on where we were going. Honestly, I was trying not to think at all.

But the scene of Minho thrusting into a moaning Jisoo, and their shocked expressions when we walked in replayed through my head over and over and over. I took in several deep breaths trying to calm myself. I happened to glance down at my lap, seeing our hands clasped together.

His fingers were curled around my hand just as tightly as mine were around his, and that made me feel sick.

Minho never held my hand that tightly.

I could feel my insides stirring and a waive of nausea overwhelmed me and I knew I was going to be sick.

"Yoongi..." I managed to get out. "Stop the car."

"Are you okay?"

"Please stop the car." I begged, squeezing his hand tighter.

He pulled over on the deserted road, and as soon as the car was in park I let go of his hand and bolted from the car.

"Noona!"

I took two steps before dropping to the ground heaving over. Emptying my stomach, I felt a gentle touch on my back and fingers pulling my hair from my face. Crying, vomiting, and my entire body shaking I felt angry at myself. I could only think of two things, as my body betrayed me.