PROTECT YOU FOREVER/ BTS/ NAMJOON

31. Magic Shop

Sam's POV:

The thick air surrounding us, calms down slowly. The room becomes silent except for the sound of rain hitting the window and the road fills in. The window is open on one side and the soothing smell of wet mud hits us, breaking the tension in the room. I take a deep breath, and shake my head to clear my foggy mind. My eyes drain out and dry, making the view clear. I am being sandwiched between Namjoon and Suga. The rest of then settle beside us and some in front on the floor.

I inhale deeply getting ready to speak out. But pause a bit, should I really tell them? Am not sure, will they treat me differently? No, brush off these thoughts... I say to myself.

"I... " I try to start but my throat feels dry. I clear my throat a bit and lick my lips so they would function. Rubbing my nose bridge once, I hang my head low, recollecting thoughts and words. A warm large hand rubs my back lightly, making me feel better, calm and less hazy. It's either Namjoon or Yoongi, I can't guess, but it's warm.

"So, I have an unusual family, my father has or like had two wives, my mother was younger one. I have two elder brothers...." I run my fingers through my messed up hair. "... My mother passed away due to illness three days before my birthday when I was around six... " My heart clenches at this, yeah I hate my mother wishing she was still there, but it hurts to remember her.

The day's events play in my head. I remember she lay on there motionless, pale, skin turning blue. She just left me there on my own, in this cruel world. A shiver runs down my spine. I shake off the thoughts, and fight the tears threatening to fall.

"We are sorry... " They say.

"You don't have to... It's not your fault. " I raise my head to look at them, they all look at me with worried expression. I just give out a weak smile.

"After that, everything and everyone changed. The house became a hell, it was like my mother didn't exist in the first place. Everything related to her was locked up in her room forever, no one was allowed there. I had to steal her photo for memory from my dad's room...
My stepmom wasn't great either, she always told me, I shouldn't have been born in first place and tolerates me cause of my father... My father never protested when I was treated wrongly by her or my elder brothers. So I just lived with it.

I met Jay when I was 16 I guess, we became friends during a project work, he was my senior. We weren't that close, but I trusted him enough to tell him my problems and about how I hear my mother's voice sometimes... I still hear them. " I stop to look at them. But they don't react, for which I am thankful. I was not into the mood of being called crazy or psycho.

They look more deeply into me, taking it as a cue to continue I open my mouth, "The reason for the hallucinations and nightmares is the incident that took place when I was 17 around this time of the year, these exact dates. " I take a deep breath, and leave a shaky one. " I was returning home from a classmate's place, it was late. I was unable to catch a bus or a taxi so I called my second brother to come pick me up. " A thunder interrupts me, it's light shining across the hall.

"I was alone at the dark street waiting for him, when... " My hands start trembling, remembering the day. I pull my feet closer, resting my head on my knees. " Just gimme a second.." I say. Biting my inner cheeks, I try to supress the urge to cry out.

"It's okay, you don't have to... " Jin's voice reaches my ears.

I want to tell, but am scared. I bite my lips hard, mentally scolding myself that all is in past and am safe now. But I don't realize that am shaking too much, until a hand snakes around my shoulder holding me firmly in place.
"It's okay, no one is gonna hurt you here. " It's Namjoon.
"Yes noona, we are here for you. " Jungkook says comforting me.