𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕡

I' M S O R R Y

"Jungkook." You cried harder at the sight of your friend.

Jungkook was still shocked to see you. Almost too shocked to move. "He...He got you, too?" He whispered, more to himself. "Yun- Mr. Yang. Please, she has nothing to do with this. Let her go. It's just me that you want. She's innocent, damn it!"

Mr. Yang smiled. "Now that doesn't make much sense, does it? You claim that she has got nothing to do with you yet, this is your reaction to her being here. Looks like we got you now huh, Jeon?"

Jungkook was hyperventilating. "...No..!"

Mr. Yang shrugged. "Since she is basically an innocent little girl, we'll start soft. Don't worry, Jungkook. She'll be fine."

Mr. Yang started moving around. A man also walked up next to you, you froze in fear. "Do you know, how much trouble you caused me? Taking all that money? Risking you reporting me to the police? I don't need any more debts people owe me. I got enough problems to deal with. But you with your stupid little brain of yours decided to stab my back and leave? With my fucking money? Let me show you how it feels." Mr. Yang glared at Jungkook.

Before you could even guess what was about to happen, a fist was forcefully shoved into your stomach. You yelped in pain and surprise. You began coughing. That one punch felt like it just destroyed your whole organ system.

"WAI-WAIT! NO! STOP! PLEASE!" Jungkook tried to go to you but a person pulled back the rope that was tied on his wrists.

"Ooh, feels good, doesn't it? You hear that cry?! HEAR THAT?! GIVE HER MORE, KEVIN!"

"NO!"

A punch was sent to your cheekbone. It was the most pain you ever felt. You yelped.

"Please... Stop!" You tried.

"STOP IT!" Jungkook yelled.

"What? Just here? Nah, that's too early. Let's have a chill hang out. Have a little chit chat with her cries in the background. What do you say, Jeon?" Mr. Yang laughed.

Punches were continuously sent to you at an unimaginable speed. Your mind could not even digest the pain that one punch caused. Next thing you know, blood started to build up in your mouth. It was so much, you had to spit it out on the floor in front of you.

Jungkook's eyes were wide as saucers as he stared at the blood in front of him. The man kept punching you and beating you up until you felt like every part of your skin was tearing up.

Yoongi watched what was happening. He was a bit confused at the pain he felt at the bottom of his heart.

'Maybe I'm just too soft on girls.'

'But I killed a bunch of girls without problems.'

'Am I drunk?'

Bruises started to cover your body. Your shirt was getting soaked in blood. Yoongi wished for them to stop but they didn't. He had to do something. His boss would not listen to Jungkook screaming.

Mr. Yang went over and put his hand over your face, getting blood on his hand. "YOU SEE THIS, JEON! SEE THIS BLOOD?! This is you. You're doing this to her! It's all your fault."

If you think Jungkook was manly, you would think otherwise if you see the way he was crying over you. "p-please... Just st-stop. She doesn't deserve this..."

Yoongi walked up to take action. "Kevin, you should stop if you're getting tired."

Kevin stopped beating you up. Mr. Yang looked back at Yoongi. "Why are you ordering him? Who's the boss here, huh?"

Yoongi thought of a quick excuse. "He's getting tired anyway. His punches are slowed down. It's weak and it doesn't hurt her too much anymore, I can tell."

Kevin looked at his bloody fists. "Yeah, kinda."

Mr. Yang sighed. He walked back to you and grabbed your face. It was all bruised and bloodied up. You could not even lift your head. "Huh, she's half-dead now." Mr. Yang laughed hysterically. "You hear that, Jeon? Almost DEAD!"

Jungkook's face was pale. He could not dare to look at you anymore. The men untied you from the chair. Mr. Yang pulled off the rope and shoved you from the chair to the floor. They then untied Jungkook's rope. Jungkook immediately ran towards you. Putting your head onto his lap.

"(Y/N)!"

"Say your last words to her. Shouldn't be long." Laughed Mr. Yang.

Jungkook ignored him until they all left the room and locked the room you were in. He hugged your limp body. "(Y/N), I'm so sorry..."

He sobbed. "I-I'm so sorry..."

***

Ring!!

Ring!!

Ring!!

"Yeoboseyo?" A raspy voice answered the call.

"Yah! Namjoon-ah! Gwaenchana?" Eunha's sweet and caring voice can be heard. "Don't beat yourself too hard. We all miss her and want her back. But you also need to take care of yourself. If you are having a problem with that, then we wouldn't mind having you staying over."

Namjoon rubbed his forehead and looked at the mess on his table that he fell asleep on. "Oh! Um, no it's fine. Thanks, ahjumma. But I am alright here. I can take care of myself. Thank you for checking up on me."

Eunha was still worried. "If you say so. But don't hesitate to come, okay? Just knock on our door and we will welcome you with open arms."

Namjoon smiled sadly. Your mother was so kind.

'Just like (Y/N).'

"Alright, ahjumma. If anything happens, I'll give you a call."

"Okay then. Take care Namjoon-ah. Annyeong."

"Annyeong."

Beep!!

The line ended. Namjoon sighed. Eye bags were under his eyes. His lips were dried. Eyes were dried too from all the crying. He thought all of it was over a few days ago. He thought that you would come back and everything will go back to how it was before. But there was always something that was going to mess it up, wasn't there.

He stood up from his chair, walked to the other side of the room. He started at a particular wall. Filled with paint that he splattered it on yesterday. He looked at the word that he wrote with nothing but sorrow.

BOGOSHIPDA.

I'm so sorry that this story is going too slow :(