Me Before You

A New Addition

Driving to the forest, the car was filled with silence as the boy slept in the back of Rui Ya's car. Trisha following closely behind in her own vehicle. Arriving at the forest, Rui Ya opened the door, tapping the boy on his shoulder, waking him up. He opened his eyes, looking around blearily before getting out. Taking her specialised kit out of the trunk, she turned to briefly glance at Trisha before approaching the boy.

"So... what's your name?" Rui Ya asked, her eyes focused on the syringe, pulling out the sedative. "Yeosang," he answered. "Hmm... Okay, Yeosang, this might hurt a little," she said, easing the needle into his wrist.

Yeosang's POV

When Rui Ya eased the needle into my wrist, I felt a slight stinging sensation spread across the area. What I didn't anticipate was how strong the sedative would be. I felt like sleep had been injected into me. Trusting the 2 women, I succumbed to the wave of sleep drawing me in...

"You feeling alright?" she asked, her eyes raking over my body for any visible signs of pain and discomfort. I nodded, not trusting myself to reply verbally. She was absolutely stunning, and she wasn't even wearing make up! Then, I noticed that her right arm was covered in bandages, and I frowned slightly at the thought of her being in pain. "Okay then, come down, there are people you need to meet," she said with a small smile.

Yoora's POV

I felt the bile rise up my throat in disgust. I had to act concerned and be nice so that I 'don't scare the kid' according to Trisha. I tried my best to fight the natural scowl to overtake my face as I led the boy down to meet BTS. He was staring at me, with an emotion I couldn't quite identify, and frankly, I didn't give a flying fuck about what it was. However, I did know that I had to be cautious. He seemed sketchy to me, I'll have to keep an eye on him.

Author's POV

The guys who had been summoned by Rui Ya and Trisha were all sitting in the living room, curious as to why they were called. Just then, Yoora came in with a boy trailing behind her like a lost puppy. Jungkook scoffed. Yoora rolled her eyes as she heard him.

"Alright, this is Yeosang. He will be staying with us from now on," Trisha announced. All eyes moved to the boy who was hiding behind Yoora's huge form. Jin then got up and slowly approached the boy who was looking at him with frightened eyes.

"Hi, I'm Jin. Would you like to eat something?" he asked, a smile on his face. Yeosang blinked, clearly not expecting the question. He looked at Yoora, who was watching the exchange with emotionless eyes. Yoora nodded at him, encouraging him to answer. Yeosang then looked back at Jin and nodded shyly. Jin took hold of the boy's hand and led him to the kitchen, away from the ticking time bomb of a person...

"Our house isn't a bloody refuge. Where the hell did he come from?" Yoongi exploded, annoyed that yet another being would be present in the house. 

"Shut up, he might hear you," Trisha hissed at him. 

"He was tortured by the bloody bastards who tried to hit Hoseok for days on end. He had a tracker and microphone embedded into him. If he didn't come with us, he would have been killed by them in the end. Yet, he told us to leave, but we managed to remove the tracker. So don't you dare say that he shouldn't be here. He's been through way too much!" Rui Ya said coldly.

"And another thing, Yoora did anyone thank you for rescuing Hoseok?" Trisha asked, looking at their leader, who had been quiet throughout. Yoora said nothing. Trisha saw red. 

"None of you bothered to say thank you?! What a bunch of losers," she snarled. The boys winced. Even Jin, who was in the kitchen, did. They had been so caught up in Hoseok that they forgot about Yoora.

"It's fine," Yoora interrupted, effectively cutting Trisha's oncoming tirade. Rui Ya wasn't exactly impressed either. Without looking back, Yoora walked away and into her room.

With a sigh, she sat down at the edge of the bed, recalling what had happened after she had rescued Hoseok.

"Oh my god! Hoseok are you okay?" Jimin asked as he pulled him out of Yoora's cocoon. The boys had then encircled him, checking every inch of his body for visible injuries. They then got into the back of the van, not even bothering to look at Yoora. Yoora, on the other hand, had slowly gotten up pushing herself with her left arm as her right was in a lot of pain. 

A lot of the flesh had been ripped off due to the impact and slide on the rough gravel. Bits of gravel was stuck on her arm, and the wound was so deep that blood was gushing out of it. Shrugging it off with a sigh, she walked to the van and drove back to the house as if she didn't have blood dripping out of her arm. 

After which, she had gone to her room, and after a while, had managed to clean, apply ointment and bandage it. She knew that this would take a while to heal and that she would be in pain for a while, but she was glad that she had managed to treat it by herself, especially as she was right-handed, and her dominant hand was injured.

She looked at herself in the mirror and made a face. She had her entire right arm bandaged and there was still her healing stitches on the other arm.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Jimin stood there, with tears in his eyes. Yoora looked at him, alarmed. 

"I'm so sorry! I-I'm such a bad friend!" he yelled as he jumped onto Yoora. Not expecting him to jump onto her, Yoora fell back onto the bed when he hugged her. 

"Stop," Yoora winced. Jimin immediately got off and looked at her worried. "Do you need anything? Are you hungry?" he asked, ready to do anything for her. 

"Jimin... just go. You don't have to do anything for me. I understand, Hoseok is first priority after all," Yoora replied. It was the truth. Yoora had put them all before herself, she saw it as her duty to protect every one of them. Jimin's bottom lip quivered as he heard Yoora's reply, guilt crashing over him.

"P-please, let me help you," Jimin managed to stutter out. He felt bad, he of all people should not have forgotten Yoora. She had opened up to him and only him, letting him ride with her in her car, just because he wanted to. And he had forgotten, neglected her. Without her, Hoseok may or may not be alive. Yoora sighed, frustratedly running a hand through her now purple and grey hair. A small smile on her face as she recalled how she had done it.

Right after she managed to treat her wound, she was left with quite a bit of time in her hands. And she had been meaning to dye her hair for quite some time. Therefore, she took the purple hair dye that she had in her luggage. She might be a cold-blooded murderer, but that doesn't mean she can't have some fun dying her own hair. It only took her ten minutes to get the highlights done, as she's been doing it for years.

She looked back up at Jimin, a playful gleam in her eyes and she said, "Let me dye your hair," Jimin blinked, processing her request.