Damn, I’ve been feeling off all day long. I felt like something would go wrong or get lost or something. This just didn’t feel like reality today. That sounds weird but it doesn’t. When Jimin stubbed his toe not even a minute before we went on stage I took that as the ‘bad’ thing that was going to happen but after the performance I still felt uneasy.
“Tae, you look distracted, you good?” Namjoon asked me and to say I was fine was an understatement. I was confused and felt paranoid all day, I was tiptoing around and taking unnecessary precautions over the simplest thing. And somehow through the day I manifest these wild scenarios in my head that increasingly freaked me out.
Scheduling was over and we were on our way back home. We just needed to get through the door and whatever happens, happens. I’m looking out the window at the dark buildings and busy store signs, absentmindedly noting the mix-match arrangement of apartment rooms lighting up in the night. ‘Who is up at this hour of the…morning? 2:30? Damn I need sleep’ I seemingly distracted myself by coming up with a game plan to shower, eat, and sleep once we get home. ‘Maybe I’ll eat first.’
We drove further out of the inner city and more on the outskirts as more closed stores trended at this time. Then I notice in the flickering of the lamppost a person running, sprinting, hauling ass down the sidewalk. He looked like he just stole something, and I just shook my head, ‘someone’s not having a good night at all’. Not even a mild away did I see another person sprinting down the sidewalk. A girl? Was she being chased? I crane my head to follow the girl and the person seemingly chasing her as the car speed pass them. Did anyone else see that? I look around the car and no one is fazed. In fact, some were sleeping while others were on their phone. That uneasy feeling shot right into me and settled heavily in my gut.
I couldn’t even begin to understand way I was so exhausted. Fuck eating, I could barely peel my body from off the bed to ever brush my teeth. I could easily do this in the morning. I debated with myself, trying to find a strong enough excuse to just strip down to these boxers and pass the fuck out. I didn’t even want to do that. Just before I was about going to surrender to sleep Yoongi came in to say that I the shower was open and that I should get in there before Jimin steals my turn. I lurched out of my sloppy position in bed and shuffled to the showers.
-Yoongi’s POV-
The ride home was short because no one was on the road at 02:30 in the morning but I could have sworn I heard and scream on our way home. It was faint, small, and I couldn’t be too sure considering we was in the car. Taehyung had been acting like a weirdo and off-stage that was a little stranger that usual. I pointed it out to namjoon and had encouraged him to ask Taehyung about it but he came back to me saying that Tae felt find. Sure as hell don’t look like he’s fine. I heard from Jimin that Tae was feeling nervous all day but about what was unsolved. When we got to the apartment I relaxed on the couch when the others when off to do whatever.
I thought back to earlier in the car when I hear the screaming. When I heard that I looked around the car and saw Taehyung staring out the window looking back at something. I just didn’t really care at the moment but maybe he heard it too. What was he looking? I forced myself out of my limped state on the couch and went to go asks Taehyung about something pertaining to the car ride but Jin had just walked out the shower and told me to get Taehyung for his turn. Shit…. What was I doing before this? Whatever I was going to do wasn’t that important anyways so I just decided to complete my task and tell Taehyung to shower. This man looked dead when I walked in but once I said shower it was like he had 5 hour energy for 15 seconds.
I went back to the couch when I heard shuffling at the front door. Like someone was trying to get in. I paused, Jin and namjoon coming from the kitchen looked at me, and hoseok stared at the door. Then almost immediately after a loud thud shook the door and a grunt drawn out behind the door. We were in shock, was someone actually trying to break in or some shit?
The manager comes from somewhere in the dorm “the hell was that noise?” He looks between the four of us “what’s wrong?” He asked and namjoon was the first make assumption “I don’t know but someone was at the door and like kicked it or something” he started to creep to door with the manager and I was for sure that it was just some frantic fan trying to drop off a gift or get a peek into the dorm so I didn’t budge from my spot.
Our manager looks through the peephole but didn’t see anything. “Open the door, might be a package” namjoon said causally and of course that made the most sense. Even though now, I wish he didn’t say that. When manager opens the door I was caught off guard by him shouting “Holy shit!” And namjoon following right behind him with a “oh my god”. That got me jumping out my seat and hoseok running to the scene. Once I got to the commotion I saw out manager crouching over this girl that looks beaten to hell.
Her face swollen, sweaty, and horribly bruised. Hair matted down and blood pooling out her mouth. I never thought that was a sight I’d have to witness, ever. What was even more unsettling was that she never moved or responded to anything. I barely noticed the other members had come to see this horror scene. “Yoongi, call the ambulance. Quick. I don’t think she’s breathing.” I pull out my phone while the other members carefully drag the girl inside. At fucking 3:00 am in the morning.
I needed that shower. And now eating dosent seem that bad. I was getting dressed for the night and genuinely considering if I should wear pants or not. Then I get the manager yell something about Shit. Damn… Who is he yelling at now? Im thinking one of the members mouthed off at him and now we gotta control the situation before bed. I just wanna sleep. I put on my pants and walk my way to the common area when I see the door open, and everyone look down at something. When I get closer I felt sick in the throat. It was a girl that had very much seen better days. Yoongi is on the phone frantically trying to explain the unadulterated problem we are faced with.
Jin, hoseok, jungkook, and the manager are dragging this girl in the house and I can’t believe how limp her head goes. It was like someone snapped it off at neck. I run off to get a blanket for her to lay on. They lay her down and we all just stand around waiting for instructions. “Help will be here soon… What do we do?” Yoongi said while reciving instruction from dispatch. “Is she breathing?” Namjoon places a finger under her nose to try and feel air. I was relived with he nodded yes. “Thank god…. U-uh…. There a lot of blood. It looks like she fell and hit her head or something” my mind went to that girl I saw running on the side walk. And the person chasing her. This couldn’t be her right? This is a completely defferent person right?. And even though I thought that, I was too scared to believe it.
“We don’t know her. No” Yoongi continued to talk while everyone was lost in their own state of panic. Jin was trying to wipe her face clean as carefully as possible. He had Jimin runing back and forth to get clean water. I was taking off her sneakers when I noticed a tear in the side of her sweats and a large collection of blood. “Oh my god she’s shot” I exclaimed without thought and the others gathered around to see the wound.
Just as expected the ambulance was coming though our door with a gurney and medical help. One of the paramedics took our manager to the side and asked what happened but he knew nothing beyond finding her out in the hallway. They cut her sweats up to the thigh to treat the bullet wound I pointed out and wrapped it tight. She quickly bled through it. Once she was on the gurney they asked who would come and see about her. Of course, no one could go and wait at hospital all night for someone we never knew. The paramedics understood and went about their wat but the manager did leave his contact information with them just incase.
It was ridiculously quite when they left. What could you even say in this situation? Nothing. I stared at the bloodstained blanket she was once laid on. Then at my hands…. Blood stained. I felt sick…. That bad feeling in my stomach was strong. I wish it would just go away.
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