There Was Nothing You Could Do

-𝑇𝑎𝑒ℎ𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔-

It's been a week since Hoseok-hyung and I were in the hospital. We all decided to rent rooms in a motel until we get a plan figured out. We still haven't found Jimin, and some of us are becoming impatient with Namjoon-hyung's plan.

I start shivering under the bedsheets and I pull my hands close to my chest.

Even though I have sweatpants on, my legs are still freezing and somehow I find myself sweating.

I crawl out of bed and throw on a sweatshirt before going into the cold morning.

I quietly open the door so I don't wake Yoongi.

As I walk in the parking lot I hear footsteps behind me.

"What are you doing up? It's 3am." Yoongi's voice is low and scratchy, like he just woke up.

"I-"

"Since you're up...we're out of ramen. Come get some with me." He shoves his hands into his pockets.

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I collect a few ramen cups in my arms. As I walk down the aisle a man runs into me and I drop the cups.

"Watch where you're going kid." He emphasizes the 'kid' part, and his voice is familiar.

I turn to look at him, "A-appa? How are you out of jai-"

He pushes me up against the nearest wall.

"It's none of your god dammed business!"

He puts his hand around my neck.

For some reason I find myself shaking.

This time Yoongi isn't here to save me since he went to find the restroom, so I have to stand up for myself.

"Then why are you-"

He breaks the beer bottle in his hand against the wall, close to my head.

He is definitely drunk, there is no doubt about it.

"A-appa...just c-calm down."

"I don't know who the hell you think you are!"

"Appa it-it's me...y-your son...T-Taehyung."

"Oh? Then that gives me even less reason to care." His grip on my neck tightens and I can feel my feet come off the ground.

I wrap my hands around his wrist, trying to get him to let go.

"A-appa...y-you're h-hurting m-me."

"Why would I care?" He throws the remains of the bottle on the ground and they shatter.

"Taehyung?! Tae! Taehyung where are you?!" I can barely hear Yoongi's voice over my own heartbeat.

I kick my appa but it just makes him tighten his grip.

I can see Yoongi in the corner of my eye.

I dig my fingernails into my appa's wrist and kick him again.

This time instead of choking me more he throws me against the shelves of a nearby aisle.