My Annoying Minion [Jungkook x Reader]

31. Planning

"Baekhyun's in the basement."

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"You're joking, right?" You giggled as you looked over to your brothers.

They just looked towards the ground.

Ah fuck

You slided your feet out of bed.

You took a deep breath before trying to take out your IV but Yoongi stopped you.

"No, Y/n, you have to stay at the hospital." Yoongi said, putting a firm hand on your shoulder but quickly took it off when you flicned from the sudden touch.

Your shoulder was in so much pain.

Fuck it, your entire body was in immense pain.

"See? You can't even be touched without being in pain. Plus, we have no idea what kind of drugs they've been pumping you with to keep you out all this time." Yoongi explained, worried.

You sighed.

He's right...

"You're in bad shape, Y/n." Tae said, holding your hand causing it flinch from pain.

He sat down on the bed next to you.

Tae looked at you with sad eyes, knowing you were in immense pain.

"Y/n, you stay here and rest. I'll go check in Baekhyun." Jimin said, smiling at you softly.

You nodded as he left.

Yoongi looked at Taehyung for a minute.

"I'm gong out for a while. I'll be able soon." He said, leaving.

"Well, that went well." You said, giggling at Tae.

He chuckled, softly, before returning the frown on his face.

"Tae, what's wrong?" You asked, putting your hand on his.

He just looked towards the ground and sighed.

"I'm sorry, Y/n." He said, his eyes watering up.

"Hey hey hey, what happened?" You asked, cupping his face in your hands.

"It's- nothing..." He said, sniffling.

He'll talk when he's ready, I shouldn't bug him about it. He'll just hide it deeper.

You sighed and kissed his forehead before giving him a huge hug, ignoring the excruciating pain in your body.

The doctor walked in.

"Miss Y/n, I have some good news and some bad news." He said, looking at his clipboard.

At this point, not much could surprise you.

"The bad news is, you have alot of damage to your muscles and bones. You have three cracked ribs, a sprained ankles, a hairline fracture in your arm, and just lots of damage." He said, looking back at you and the clipboard.

"It seems like most of the pain and damage is caused muscular, basically how it would be after being- well brutally beat." He said, looking at you dead in the eye.

A drop of sweat ran it's way down the side of your face.

What am I gonna do now?

"If you're wondering, you don't have to worry about this being reported. Your father is a friend of mine." He said, giving you a slight smile.