Not Bitten || j.jk

┗ Chapter Eight ┓

It took me a couple of minutes before I was able to open the bathroom door and leave. Walking out, I was thrown into a group hug.

"W-what the heck?" I muffle into the chest of someone. Oh god, y'all are pushing my glasses into my face.

"We thought you were dead!"

"We didn't think you would ever come out of the bathroom!"

"I'm so sorry to have put you through all that!"

"Can y'all let me go? You're kinda starting to bruise my nose with my glasses."

Everyone frees me from their hugs as I finally catch my breath. I readjust my glasses to see that everyone, in fact, had pulled me into a group hug.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I was acting like a fool and-" what surprised me the most was that this was coming from Mr. Si-hyuk himself, so I had to cut him off.

"It's alright sir, I understand where you are coming from. You wanted to do what's right to protect the members" I smiled at him.

"Thank you. Oh! Right, we are making some soup" he excuses himself, along with everyone except the BTS members.

"Y/N, are you sure you're alright?" Jimin frowns.

"Yeah, I just need to sit down is all," I let out a sigh, "you guys don't need to worry."

I shakily walked over to the spot that I had claimed and slid down to sit. I took off my glasses and covered my face with my hands. I tell myself not to cry, over and over again, until I feel someone sitting next to me. I remove my hands and glance over to see Jungkook with two bowls.

"Here," he hands me one of the bowls with a spoon, "eat up."

I grab the bowl with both of my hands, accidentally touching his hand along the way, and place it onto my lap. I feel a slight blush on my cheeks but brush it off.

"Thanks" I scoop up some soup, blowing it to cool it down, and place it into my mouth. Mmmm tastes like mom's cooking. Wait, speaking of mom, the voicemails! I totally forgot about them.

I pull out my phone and open my voicemails. There were 3 voicemails from home, and I reluctantly pressed listen on the first one.