buzzed +- bts

chapter seventeen [rinse]

Later on in the evening, the both of us had finally returned from our rigorous exercising and training. I couldn't help but clutch at my stomach as a sharp pain slowly began burning throughout my lower abdominal area. Figuring it was just another case of indigestion, I cast my worries to the side and entered his room sluggishly.

A large pile of mail stacked high on his desk, scaling from packages to bills and so on. Shuffling through each one, he spoke without lifting his gaze from the papers.

'Go shower.'

Too tired to reply, I grabbed my sleepwear and stumbled into the large shower room. The large mirror reflected my worn out figure but I payed no mind as I locked the door and began to strip.

Blood. The red substance left a stain on the back of the sweats and the entire bottom of my underwear. My hands and legs unconsciously began to shake and I fell to the floor, staring at the scarlet on my hands. The blood ran from my inner thighs and slowly down my calf in large quantities.

The most frightening aspect of it all was that I had no idea of the changes that were slowly taking form in my body. Nothing like this had ever occurred to me in my teen years and I was starting to become severely concerned that something was wrong.

I could feel the rate of my breathing increase as my gaze shifted from the sweats to my legs. A dry scream escaped my lips as I desperately tried to remove the red from my clothing.

Banging from the door followed no more than a few seconds later and I snapped my head to look up.

'El, what's going on? I need you to unlock the door for me.' The handle began to twist slightly but I couldn't allow him to see me in this state.

'I-it's nothing!' My voice had cracked, revealing my distressed state as I continued to wet rags and wipe away the blood from my body and to remove the stain from his pants. Hot tears wet my cheeks and blurred my vision, keeping me from doing the job correctly.

'Open the fucking door, El. You were screaming bloody murder a few seconds ago, obviously something is wrong. Let me in now.' His voice remained dangerously low as the door began to sway back and forth in my hazed vision.

Tossing the bloodied towels behind me, I wrapped another clean towel around my torso and crawled over to the door. I unlocked the door slowly and moments following it was opened.

My bloody fingerprints had been left on the rags and the counter. At that moment I had wished to just disappear, too ashamed to look at him directly. I could feel his eyes on my and my surroundings, taking in the scene in front of him.

He squatted down to my level and tried to peer into my face that had been covered by my unruly hair.

'Y-yoongi, there's something wrong with me.' Between sobs, I barely managed to cry out. The pain began to intensify in my stomach as I applied pressure to that area.

'How old are you?'

His question took me by surprise and I answered almost immediately.

'Sevent-teen.'

Softly laughing, he placed his warm hand on my shoulder. 'Hey, there's nothing wrong with you El. Here, I'll run you a hot bath, your stomach must be cramping up.'

Delicately, he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and pants and began to toss the bloodied items into his laundry hamper. The squeak of the bath knobs and thee running water had given me a sense of relief. He hadn't raised his voice or threatened to dismember myself for this seemingly natural occurrence. Still slightly buzzed from crying earlier on, my heart rate and breathing began to return to normal.