Ball of fluff (BTSxHybrid reader)

Chapter 5: Sick

Mimmie POV

I snuggled closer to the warmth that was surrounding me. I could feel strong arms securing my body in a tight grip.

I felt like a teddy bear, especially because said warmth was much larger than me. I opened my eyes slowly and was met with the angelic features of Yoongi.

So, he was the one who scooped me off the floor

I chuckled a bit to myself. I was thankful he had gotten me off the floor, even though I still felt a bit scared that I would get a punishment for it later.

I mean this could all be test to see if I would behave

Master liked to do that. A lot.

Every time he catched me doing something I wasn't supposed to, I would see that faint smirk on his face. The smirk I knew too well.

He loved seeing me scared and fragile and loved punishing me for being like that.

He knew I wouldn't object because he broke me a long time ago. I cracked and there was no way to restore the damage he had done.

The damage he kept building up. In that damn basement.

I shook my head violently. Not the basement. Don't think about the basement. I felt disgusting and small spiders started crawling up my body. I could feel his hands on my body. They were everywhere.

I was violently shaking. Yoongi rustled a bit in his sleep, but before he could wake up, my stomach churned, and I rushed to the bathroom instantly.

I bent over the toilet and puked my guts out. At least that's what it felt like.

While doing so I couldn't stop the tears from pouring out. I was used to puking like this, but this time felt more painful.

There wasn't much to throw because I hadn't eaten in days, which probably explained the pain.

When I had finished, I rested my head on the toilet seat, until remembered which body part was commonly parked there.

Warm hands came in contact with my shoulders. I was turned around and pushed gently against a solid warm chest. It was Yoongi.

He was shaking a little bit. I could feel the fabric of my shirt getting wet. He was crying.

"God, I hate seeing you like this", He managed to get out through the tears.

"It's okay. I'm used to it", I answered.

"No no, Don't say things like that. You should have never been treated like you were", I looked at him confused. How did he know?

"I could tell by your behavior. You slept on the floor, you flinch at the slightest movements and when I scooped you into my arms last night, you had scars all over your stomach. I promise I won't let anyone harm you no more and if I ever see that BASTARD who did this to you, I'm going to fucking kill him!", he growled out.

I felt bad for thinking they were just testing me. They clearly cared and I could see that now.

"Thank you", I answered in a tiny voice until I broke out in a big sob and hugged him tighter, my frame drowning in his broad chest.

"Let's get you to bed yeah? You must be so tired from all that throwing up", he said picking me up in his arms once again.

He walked back to the bed and laid me down again. I looked into his eyes. He me small gummy smile and pulled me closer.

"Are you alright now?", he asked worried, while examining me. I nodded and snuggled into him. he rubbed my ears and I started purring, Soon falling into a deep sleep.

Idk why but I feel very motivated rn. I might post a chapter tomorrow idk.

Fun fact it is currently 3am in Denmark rn so yayyy!!

Aight so imma head to bed seya

~Justcallmesimp