You sighed as you plopped down on the foot of Hoseok and Namjoon's bed. Yoongi still wouldn't talk to you. You knew he had every right to be upset. You should have called him the first chance you got. But how would you even have done that? Since your run in with Big Bang, Bangtan had gotten new cell phones, new members, even a new HQ. And you had to admit, they had done much better without you.
Hoseok sat next to you and rubbed small circles in your back with the palm of his hand. "You must have lost like 20 kg. When's the last time you ate?"
You just shrugged, burying your face in your hands. "Does it matter?"
"(Y/n)," Namjoon sighed and pushed a hand through his hair. "You need to eat. After what you went through, I'm surprise you can walk."
"Namjoon, the one person I thought I could look forward to seeing again just aimed a gun at me. And as if that wasn't enough, he then proceeded to shove my feelings down my throat. I'm sorry if eating isn't exactly my first priority right now." You flopped back on the bed and covered your eyes as Namjoon and Hoseok peered down at you.
"Okay, well first of all, ouch. Oppas before Sugas." Namjoon crossed his arms over his chest and turned his head from you like a child throwing a tantrum.
"And second of all," Hoseok added. "Jin is a great cook." He stood tugging on your arm to get you up.
"Fine." You huffed, slowly getting to your feet before glaring at both boys. "But while I'm eating, you'd better find me a bed. I'm not sleeping on a couch."
You made your way down the hall with Hoseok, your pace slowing as you heard voices ahead. "You never told me you had a girlfriend, Hyung." The boy who spoke looked very young and you remembered Namjoon had introduced him as Kook, the maknae.
"I don't." Yoongi's voice was low and gruff, sending chills down your spine. You glanced at him, only to be met with a cold stare. He looked from you to Hoseok, back to you, before dropping his eyes to the small tattoo along your shoulder blade. You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could make a sound, Yoongi kicked the door shut.
"H-Hobi…" You turned, collapsing against your friend, wanting nothing more than to be held as the hard sobs shook your body.
"He'll come around. You know how hard-headed he is." Hoseok sighed and rubbed at your wet cheeks, before giving you a cheery smile and offering you a ride on his back, which you eagerly took.
Making his way to the kitchen, Hoseok promptly deposited you in a nearby chair and went to sit down himself. The other four in the kitchen watched him curiously before Taehyung finally spoke up. "You two are awful close."
Hoseok rolled his eyes, smacking the boys arm playfully. "I'd think so, we grew up together."
Jimin's eyebrows shot up as he glanced over your body. "Really? With satoori that thick?"
"You underestimate the amount of time Yoongi and I used to spend together." You turned to the girl curiously eyeing you from a few seats down and gave her a playful smile. "Sorry about the Savoy thing."
Sia just shrugged, swallowing the food in her mouth. "I'm over it. I should probably thank you for it actually." This earned her a look from Taehyung who wrapped a protective arm around her. "I only met Tae because I got shot."
You pursed you lips, smiling bitterly as you thought about the man a few rooms away who had moved on and left you alone. "Cute." You managed, before a plate of food was sat in front of you.
You looked up at the blonde man who sat it before you and he gave you a side smile. "Eat up, Angel. Looks like you could use it."
"Don't call her that." You heard his voice growl from the doorway, but didn't raise your head. In stead you kept it low, your eyes fixated on the plate of food that you knew you wouldn't eat. You didn't want to hurt anymore. You couldn't look at him. It would make it worse.
"Did I touch a nerve?" The older boy joked, but Yoongi just scoffed and grabbed his plate of food from Jin's outstretched hand before making his way to where you sat and staring down at you.
"You know that's my seat." He slammed the plate of food down, glaring at you.
"Yeah well, that's just too damn bad, Yoongi." You crossed your arms over your chest and glanced to the side, still not daring to look at him.
"I should have shot you as soon as you knocked on the front door." Yoongi spat, lowering his face to yours.
You finally looked up at him, tears streaming down your face, though your eyes were filled with pure rage. "Maybe you should have." Yoongi's eyes widened and he took a step back from you. "But then again, what the fuck would be the difference, Babe?" You turned to Jin, who was watching the scene with wide eyes as was everyone else. "You're the new doctor, right? You see a bullet hole anywhere?" You asked, holding your arms up to emphasize your point. "Because I don't see any, but I sure as hell feel like I've been shot." You pushed the chair away and stormed toward the door. "Hobi, tell Namjoon not to worry about the bed situation. Yoongi can sleep on the couch tonight."
One by one, everyone's jaw dropped as you stormed to Yoongi's room and slammed the door behind you. As soon as the door closed, your anger disappeared and all you were left with was the sounds of your heaving sobs as you crawled into the large bed and buried your face in the pillow. You breathed in Yoongi's scent and your breathing slowly returned to normal. Your loud sobs quieted down and you snuggled into the pillow further, drifting off into a restless sleep.
You blinked your eyes open at the sudden warmth you felt. It was so different from the cold you had fallen asleep to. You looked around at your surroundings before remembering where you were. A large blanket had been wrapped around you carefully and you peered through the dark to see a shadow at the end of the bed.
"I forgot how much you scare the hell out of me sometimes." Yoongi chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. Your eyes softened as you watched him turn to face you. "Wish you could have done that without everyone watching though. Now they know the one thing that scares me."
"I'm supposed to care about the image you've built with these kids?" Your throat was dry and rough, probably from crying. You held the blanket tighter around yourself and shivered against the cold air.
"Tell me the truth." Yoongi sighed and ran a hand over his face before leaning forward to reach out to you.
You pulled away from him and stared at the wall, blinking back tears. "I already did. You didn't believe me then and you probably won't now."
"G-dragon kidnapped you. That's your story?"
"Well, gee, Yoongi, why don't you call him up and ask? I'm sure you two are great friends by now." Your nostrils flared in annoyance as you rolled your eyes.
"I'm trying to make sense of this, Angel, just help me out here." Your eyes shot to him, softening immediately. It was a name you hadn't heard him say in years. You had almost forgot how his voice made you feel. The butterflies it gave you. It was just like the first time.
"He was gonna call Namjoon with a ransom." You sniffed and moved toward him a bit, so you could rest your head in his lap. "But he thought about it for a while and I guess he decided he could sell me to a bigger name than Namjoon for far more money." Yoongi just hummed as he ran his hands through your hair, waiting for you to continue. "He said he needed to break me in before he sold me. They stopped feeding me to make me thinner, and every day around noon they would unchained me from the wall and…" You bit your tongue to stop the tears and you were glad your face was turned away from Yoongi.
Luckily, Yoongi shushed you. He reached around and wiped the tears from your cheeks with his rough, calloused thumbs. "Okay, Angel. That's enough." And with that he stood. He headed for the door and rested his hand on the doorknob. "You can stay in here until either Namjoon finds you a bed or… Or until I'm ready." He sighed and glanced over his shoulder at you. "You know which clothes are in what drawers. Have at it." And with that he left you alone in silence.