𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. | BTS |

chapter 81 ~ 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕

CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, ANGST, & MINOR FLUFF

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      Yoongi offered to take my suitcase upstairs for me and I let him. I asked Kiana if she wanted to come with us, afraid of facing the others inside as I felt tingles creep under the skin of my back, but she declined the offer, explaining how she was already late for work and needed to head home to change. She would pull in later after her shift to check in on us, mainly me, and stay for an hour or so to serve as outsider company. I smiled, waving reluctantly as she pulled out of our driveway while Yoongi ushered me upstairs, his eyes starry and soft as they trailed after me.

     My hands wrapped shakily around the doorknob before I stepped into the kitchen. Before I could even make it to the center of the room, I was thrown back by a heavy force and knocked onto the ground, the breath vanishing from my lungs as I groaned in pain. Eyes screwed shut, I felt something seize my wrists and pin my hands above my head, my teeth grit in irritation as I struggled beneath the weight of the person on top of me. My eyes snapped open to find Jimin glaring down at me with a heated gaze, his face contorted with rage as he pressed my wrists harder against the tiled floor.

     "You actually fucking left!?" he cried, shoving his face closer to mine as his breath came out in ragged pants. "What the fuck were you thinking, Yumin!? You promised me you wouldn't leave, and when I wake up you're just fucking GONE!? HUH!?"

     I stared wordlessly up at the blonde as his eyes clouded with mist, holding my tongue desperately as he began to tremble above me. There were no words other than, "I'm sorry," that I could think to utter, but even that wouldn't have been enough. I parted my lips as I fought to express some form of apology, but was swiftly cut off as Jimin's mouth collided with mine, erasing ever sensible thought from my head and replacing it with desire for his touch. A whimper forced its way from my throat as Jimin's hold on my wrists grew painful, his hands sliding across my palms to lace with my own. Our fingers locked together against the tiles, his hips lowered atop mine as he straddled me down against the floor. Pulling away, a stray tear splattered against my cheek, the blonde sighing as he rested his forehead against mine.

     "I fucking hate you," he uttered, squeezing our hands together. "But, I love you so fucking much, angel."

     "You came back."

     I felt guilt rush through my body, ice-cold at the sound of Jungkook's voice, so broken yet so relieved to see me lying limp on the floor beneath his hyung. Jimin pulled back, still sitting against my hips, and glanced over his shoulder as the others slowly filed into the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about. I sat up on my elbows to find Jungkook with red, swollen eyes, his cheeks stained with dried tears that trailed all the way down his neck. A sigh of utter regret slipped past my lips at the sight, making me feel guiltier by the second as I took pity on the man before me.

     Pushing himself to his feet, Jimin helped me stand up as I wiped the dust from the seat of my pants. I felt so awkward standing in the middle of everything, knowing that less than two hours before, I had the complete intention of abandoning the people before me and fleeing their lives entirely. My gaze wandered from Jungkook to Taehyung, the brunet standing expressionless as always as he blinked across at me. His presence made me feel small and weak, and I quickly looked up to Seokjin for a reassuring sight. But, there was no smile, not even a look of relief. The eldest look enraged, his hands shoved deep within the pockets of his sweats as he bit down on the inside of his cheek.