Why So Serious?✅ Yoongi X Reader (Feat. Jimin)

Chapter 13

Guess what? i wrote this chapter in hell, cause I cant stay alive after the Map Of the Soul ON:E. Jungkook's My Time literally chocked me to death. I am still not over it.🥵😵

And BTS Congo for winning the most Social Artist in BBMAs.
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"FINE! I'll obey you! I'll take all the blame on myself! But for God's sake, PLEASE STOP!" Jimin's voice cracked with desperation.

The blows stopped abruptly.

I raised myself with difficulty, my back burning from the pain, my brain too fuzzy to stand upright. Every muscle screamed in agony, but none of that compared to the sight of Jimin, his eyes locked on Kasumi with a look of defeat. "Jimin... No... You can't..." I sobbed.

Kasumi smirked, seemingly satisfied with her victory. "Fine then. I'll come tomorrow to take you. Don't try to act smart. The consequences won't be good." With that, she stormed out, her men following closely behind, leaving us locked in the dimly lit room. The eerie silence was deafening, and the weight of the situation sank in.

As soon as Yoongi was freed from the men's grip, he rushed to my side. "Hey?! Are you okay?" His hands cupped my face, eyes scanning me frantically, as if searching for any more injuries. "I swear I'll kill all of them!"

I could see the moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes, his usually calm and collected demeanor shattered. I forced a nod, trying to reassure him. "I'm fine, but you're not..." My voice was weak, but I managed to lift my hand and wipe the blood from his face. Yoongi flinched slightly at my gentle touch but didn't resist.

He had been trying to clean my wounds, but I held his hand back, stopping him from rubbing too harshly. Instead, I used my own sleeve to carefully wipe away the remaining blood on his face. His body tensed at my sudden actions, but he stayed still, allowing me to tend to him.

"There you go," I smiled faintly, though the pain still throbbed in my back. "Don't act reckless. Where's the calm Yoongi I know?"

He averted his gaze, cheeks slightly flushed. Whether from embarrassment or something else, I wasn't sure, but for a brief moment, I saw the softer side of him.

Without wasting more time, we quickly untied Jimin. The moment he was free, I wrapped my arms around him, letting out all the fear and anger that had built up inside me through my sobs. His chest felt so warm, so familiar, and his arms encircled me protectively. He ran his fingers down my back, careful yet tender, and despite his gentleness, I flinched in pain.

"Does it hurt much?" Jimin's voice was barely above a whisper, laced with concern.

I shook my head, "Anio." But I knew the truth was written all over my face.

"Liar," he whispered back with a soft smile.

For a moment, everything seemed to melt away as we held onto each other. Despite everything, we were alive. That alone was enough to make us smile at each other through the tears and pain.

But our brother-sister moment was quickly interrupted by a dry cough from Yoongi, who stood a few feet away, arms crossed, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "Mind explaining how you ended up here, Hyung?" Yoongi's tone was light but held an undertone of seriousness.

I chuckled softly through my tears. "You snatched the words right out of my mouth!" I beamed at him, my heart lighter than it had been in hours. Despite the darkness around us, in that moment, being together made the world a little less terrifying.

We sat on the cold, grimy floor, our backs pressed against the rough wall as we tried to find some semblance of comfort in the foul-smelling room. I was in the middle, flanked by the two most important people in my life—Jimin and Yoongi. The exhaustion was starting to creep in, but for now, being together felt like enough to keep us grounded.