Freedom- Yoongi BTS

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That morning I reluctantly left Yoongi and Betty, my usual enthusiasm for a new day of work was gone, blown away by the thoughts of Mark.

My full stomach, thank to the big breakfast of that morning since we had skipped dinner , twisted anxiously when I reached the entrance.

I went straight to Mark, asking for the list of my duties.

"Had fun last night?" the man asked, while giving me the paper.

I arched a brow, refusing to answer his question, and turned around before he could add something else.

Back in the gates, I was greeted by Will, with a gentle smile on his face, promising he would have helped me today, as much as he could.

He quickly scanned the list, leaving soon after to retrieve the first patient, a cute, small otter.

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One hour was already gone, when the peaceful silence was broken by the janitor's question, asking me about Yoongi.

It was clear that Mark had his fun going around telling people my facts.

I don't know what pushed me to open up, probably his gentle smile or the fact that I was almost aching to have someone different form the singer to speak with.

Still, I started telling the story, beginning from the first day and slowly arriving to the last hours, explaining vaguely why I didn't want to leave the boy alone, leaving out the real reason why, in respect for Yoongi.

He listened to me carefully, usually slipping question here and there, fully engrossed in the story.

And just like that, it was already lunch time; the sun high up in the sky while I took out my bento.

There were no cute characters today, as I packed the boy myself that same morning, as Yoongi was still too sleepy, the aftermath of the attack still lingering on his body.

I took a deep breath, breathing in the clear hair; as we were travelling more toward the south the air was getting warmer, announcing the upcoming summer.

With my eyes closed, face titled up, I let the sun gently caressing my face with his warm hands, leaving me with a faint smile painted on my face.

As a thought about the boy alone in the van popped into my mind, I decided to pay the singer a visit; after all, it was my break time.

But just when I was ready to sneak out, sure that there was no Mark around, a voice stopped me.

"Going somewhere?" it asked, forcing me to turn around, only to find the owner staring at me.

"I-I'm just taking a break" I answered, hating the way my voice stuttered .

"I don't think so" was the stern answer I received.

"Are you already done with you work?" he asked with an arched brow, already knowing the answer.

"No." I simply said, going back in, to finish my work, leaving a satisfied Mark behind me.

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Several hours later, the list was almost complete, it was almost 6PM, but there were only three animals left, nothing that I couldn't manage.

However, a frown was quick to form on my face when I saw which animal I had to check: it was a wildcat, and he hated check-up.

And he was sure to tell me every time, as I had to keep my face out of his reach.

The examination was going well until a terrible pain shoot through my arms.

I quickly scanned them, seeing scratches everywhere, blood already copiously pouring out.

I cursed as the pain only grew stronger, barely noticing Will taking the cat back into the gate.

I was carefully washing my arms, observing the water slowly turning red, as I waited for the cut to stop bleeding.

"what are doing?" A voice behind me asked, making me jump slightly. "Go back to work, when you are done, I want to go home early." Mark said, shooting me a quick glance before leaving.

I sighed, while I gently dried the skin, and quickly going back in the examination room.

I did my job as quickly as I could, still being careful not to hurt the patients.

When I was done, I was on the verge of tears, my harms hurt so bad, as I didn't had time to properly medicate them, and at that point, I just wanted to go home and sleep until the next day.

Just as a solitary tear escaped my eye, a familiar voice echoed to my ears.

"April" Yoongi called me, from the door "why are you still here!" he almost scolded me "Do you know what time is it?"

A quick look at the clock made me gasp, while the boy made his way in front of me.

"oh, what do we have here?" the rude voice of Mark echoed through the room "pathetic prince came to rescue the princess?"

I could see anger, blooming into the singer, as his face got red from anger.

He took my harm, in order to get out, only stopping to look at me, startled, when a cry of pain left my lips.

The sight of blood, only managed to anger him more, and he demanded my pay to Mark, threatening to call the cops when the man refused.

The next moments were just a faint memory, blurred by the many tears running down my face.

I hated when people saw me in that vulnerable state, but my body and mind had reached their breaking point.

I only regained lucidity when a wet cloth was pressed on the cuts, a yelp of pain escaping my lips.

"Sorry" Yoongi apologized "I need to stop the blood" he added, a concentrated look painted on his face.

"How did you managed to get cut like this, anyway?" he asked, while washing the already red cloth.

"damn cat" was my only answer, somehow managing to steal a smile from the singer.

When the cuts where clean, he disinfected them, leaving apologies here and there when I hissed from the sting.

He gently bandaged my harms, being careful not to hurt me further, leaving a kiss on each of them and managing to steal a broken laugh from me.

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One hour later, I was already snuggling up in my bed, stomach full thanks to the quick dinner the boy insisted to give me, when the only thing I really wanted to do was sleep.

I closed my eyes, smiling, when I felt a gentle hand caressing my hair.

Not even one minute passed, that I was out like a light.