UNWANTED

Chapter 14

Taehyung's POV

I was currently cleaning the kitchen after Yoongi let me take a quick shower. I was so grateful when the warm water pelted against my skin, washing away the grossness I had been feeling for who knows how long.

It had been a few days since Jungkook stole my virginity. No matter how hard I try to forget about it, I couldn't.

I began having nightmares, worse than the ones I had with Jimin. I glance down at my bandaged arm, stopping my other from wiping the surface of the table. My fingers brush over the white fabric. 'I wonder how it looks now?'

Every time Yoongi would clean it and re-bandage it for me, I would never look. I couldn't, not after the first time I saw it.

With shaky hands, I begin peeling the cloth away from my forearm. Yoongi had went away for a minute to get something, leaving me completely alone in the kitchen.

Slowly the fabric unwinds, my breathing becomes more and more raw as I begin to see my skin once again. The white material falls from my arm to reveal the large, red prominent letters of his name.

They were highly noticeable. Anyone walking past would be able to see them a mile off. A small bubble escapes my lips as I continue staring hard at the name. 'This will never fully heal, it will never fully disappear!'

I was so absorbed in my arm, I hardly had enough time to see someone enter the room. "Kid?" I jump when I hear Yoongi's deep voice. I spin around on the heels of my feet, my vision still slightly blurry. I notice his lips stretch into a thin line when he sees what I'm so engrossed in.

"Kid, you shouldn't have taken that off." He moves towards me but I take a step away. Yoongi observes this as I watch his face morph through a range of different emotions.

"I-I want to go back d-down to the b-basement now." I ask quietly, my gaze falling to stare at the floor underneath.

I hear Yoongi scoff, "what? So you can run back to that Hoseok guy? Am I not good enough? Why're you suddenly being afraid of me?!" His voice began to raise slightly.

I flinch, scared that he might punish me so I continue to downcast my eyes. Yoongi steps closer to me and I hold back every urge to not back away again.

He lifts my chin with his long, thin fingers before crashing his lips against mine. I begin squirming, panicking that he might do what Jungkook did before. I feel his hand slip behind my head, holding the nape of my neck as he tries bringing me closer to him.

My heart thumps hard against my ribcage but the fear was much larger. My mind tells me to get away from him.

With shaky hands, I begin pushing at his chest, wanting as much distance as possible. His eyes were sealed shut like he was suffering just as much as I was. His lips still moving against mine while I continue to clam my mouth shut.

It was when a whimper escapes my lips that Yoongi moves back. His chest rising and falling while he intensely stares at me. His lips are swollen, his breathing uneven.

My cheeks feel hot as I bring my fingers up to brush against my lips. 'I need to get out of here.'

"Kid...I-" I don't let him finish, running out of the kitchen and towards the living room. I just wanted to be back downstairs. I want Hoseok hyung, I don't want to be around these people. "Kid wait!" I could hear him from behind. My head turns slightly to look back at Yoongi who is rushing towards me.

Since I wasn't looking where I was going, I bump straight into someone. The person was built like a stone as I feel myself slip, falling backwards.