as a women idk why we havent demanded a country for ourself?? Nobody want to live with men, it will be safer? It will be comfortable for everyone we can just do our own thing??
like if a predator can have an island to themself i think we should find a island for just women….
James: It’s not gonna work, I’m not a snitch.
Council member: Fine, let's try something else. Tag a friend you recently committed a crime with.
James: Lmao, @Matthew.
summary: “You were his. That’s what that meant, right? Did that mean that he was yours, as well? Did he want to be?”
genre: friends to ???; angst; fluff
rating: pg-13
warnings: none for the teaser; tbd for full fic
wc: ~250 for the teaser; estimated 12k+ for full fic
“You okay?” Jungkook whispered, looking down at you.
You weren’t. Not really. The weight of unrequited feelings was prodding the lump in your throat. “I’m okay,” you lied, lying your head on his shoulder.
“You sure?”
And you really wished he hadn’t asked that. It always seemed like whenever someone asked that, it became the final catalyst for your breakdown. “No.” You stood abruptly, feelings coming back full force, as tears started to prick at your eyes. “I need some fresh air.”
“You want me to come with?”
“No. I’ll be back,” you responded, rushing toward Tae’s balcony. You heard the hushed whispers of your friends as you made your way out, and now you were even more embarrassed that you were causing a scene.
You dropped your head into your hands, focusing on taking deep breaths, in and out. In and out. You had to get it together. Couldn’t sit there all night on the verge of a breakdown just because you were in the same room with Jimin. Your poker face was your best attribute, so why was it so hard to keep up right now?
Before you could even begin to get your thoughts together, you heard the sliding door to the balcony open up again. “Jungkook, I said I’m fine. Go back inside.”
“Oh. Uh… It’s me, actually.”
And you didn’t even need to turn around to know that it was the cause of your mental and emotional duress that was approaching you.
a/n: it's been so long since i posted anything but LOOK i'm cooking but like slow cooking it's in the crock pot but it's cooking LOL i'm nearly 6k deep and not even halfway through but every detail seems important on the journey to get to where i want this to go so i'm posting this bc i ain't wanna leave y'all hanging 🫢 ANYWAY lemme know what u think? 👀
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Jimin: As your best man, I’d like my speech to include how you two met.
Taehyung: An excellent idea. We first met at a bar. I only saw Jungkook from behind, but that was all I needed. I walked up behind him and whispered my best line.
Jungkook: A creepy voice said in my ear, “With my face and your ass, we could rule the world.”
Jungkook: So I turned around to cuss the creep out, and he says—
Taehyung: “Forgo my last comment. Clearly you have everything you need for world domination.”
Taehyung: And then I followed it up with, “Tell me, how are you not yet feared and worshipped as a god by the masses?”
Jungkook: And just to get the weirdo to piss off, I said, “I’m a chronic underachiever.” Which backfired spectacularly, because then he said-
Taehyung: “What a coincidence; I am a chronic achiever—”
Jungkook: And “would you like to be under an achiever?”
Taehyung: And, would you believe it, he said “yes.”
Jungkook: He seemed like he might have more pickup lines. I panicked.
Jimin: . . . You know what? I think I’ll just find a nice poem and use that instead.
idk gurl it's Rich and it's tae and jk...like the ppl who know what it is like to be poor...sure they do spend incredible amount of money but they get just as much of stuff as gifts from rich and lucky fans who get to know them personally...
Warnings: Showering(?) with clothes on, physical assault, the reader being inappropriately touched. Curse Words.
Summary: Yoongi is upset with you because you don't give him time. That's until you come back home and don't walk straight into his arms like you usually do.
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Yoongi sighed for the fourth time that evening.
You still weren't home.
It had been this way for the past few weeks, and initially, Yoongi swore that he'd be understanding and support you to the best of his abilities.
That involved waking up an hour before you to cook you a meal and pack it into a lunch box so that you wouldn't have to spend a few extra bucks on food outside. Yoongi basically took on the role of a housewife while you did the work outside, cleaning the bedroom after you left for work and carefully putting back all the earrings that you'd spread over the bed in order to choose one.
Yoongi enjoyed doing what he did most of the time. But he was quick to realize that the sight of your clothes around the house began to irritate him. Unspoken words continued to fog his mind as he cleaned the house every evening.
"Why can't you put your things back after you?"
"You're not the only one working, I work too."
"Sometimes I miss you cooking for me instead."
Yoongi wouldn't voice them, because he was unsure as to where these thoughts suddenly came from. He loved working around the house. He loved helping you pick an outfit for work every morning and he loved cooking for you twice a day. So what changed?
One fine day, Yoongi simply decided something. He wouldn't do the work.
He slept in and turned to face the wall when your alarm began to ring. He didn't cook for you that morning and had to clench his fist when you leaned over his sleeping form to kiss his temple before you left.
He poured boiling water into his instant ramen cup and sat by the window with a can of beer, ignoring the dirty dishes piling in the sink. He let the wet clothes remain in the washer and he didn't dare touch a single piece of clothing that you had left behind before you left for work.
Even if it was an eye sore, Yoongi forced himself to face the mountains that were visible from the window, the little love birds in a white cage beside him keeping him company for the rest of the day.
Yoongi didn't know why he did that, but he had a revelation that night.
You didn't even notice a thing.
The moment you entered, you rushed to him and placed a packet of instant custard mix that you purchased, telling him how neither of you had eaten custard in a while and you wanted him to make it over the weekend. After kissing the side of his mouth, you hopped your way to the bedroom, the sound of the shower turning on making Yoongi blink numbly.
You didn't once ask him about his day.
Fourty-five minutes later, Yoongi wandered towards the bedroom with a frown on his face because you still didn't come out. When he found you fast asleep on your side of the bed, your earrings and bracelets pushed onto his side of the bed and your clothes and towel still on the bedroom floor, Yoongi felt the first tears of frustration burn his eyes.
You really didn't notice any difference.
Although Yoongi felt hurt that you never once appreciated the efforts that he puts into keeping the house clean for when you come back home after a tiring day at work, he didn't stop doing it.
For his own sake.
Yoongi really couldn't bear to see his house a mess.
So instead of doing it for you, he began to do it for himself.
He'd make breakfast with the intention to eat it as well - instead of packing the entire thing for your lunch. He'd clean up the house and put back your things so that he could have peace of mind before sitting at his laptop to work.
He'd feed the birds and cook dinner an hour before you would return so that he wouldn't need to get up for anything the moment his fingers hit the keyboard.
He did it for himself because you were doing nothing for him.
Yoongi found himself writing about everything that he would feel, making the male character feel the exact emotions that he would and bringing out a side of him that he didn't know he possessed.
In his story, Yoongi made his character hurt his partner.
However, Yoongi began to move forward with the story much faster than it was taking place in reality, and he soon began to come up with painful scenes that he feared would take place between the two of you as well.
The character didn't show up at an important event and felt good when he watched his partner feel bad about it.
The character stopped telling his partner that he loved her.
The character began to spend more time away from her.
That was when the doorbell rang.
Yoongi looked up at the door with dim eyes, robotically pushing himself out of his chair and walking towards it.
"Babe!"
Yoongi's eyes met yours when he finally opened the door.
"I can't believe I forgot my keys at home, did I disturb your writing?"
Yoongi's gaze followed your movements, watching the way you shrugged your coat off and slipped out of your shoes, tucking them neatly in the corner before walking into his arms and snuggling your face into the crook of his neck.
"I missed you so much today," he heard you hum against his skin. "I couldn't wait to come back home to you."
You thought of him now?
Yoongi stood still, his hands still in his pockets and eyes staring at the floor - devoid of emotion.
"I'm sorry for being so busy, work was crazy the past few weeks."
Yoongi couldn't care less, even if he was now getting the explanation that he deserved.
"What's wrong?" You pulled away at his silence. "Wait, did I break your link? You were writing, weren't you? I'm so sorry."
Yoongi looked deep into your eyes, blinked once, and was about to turn away when you did it for him, pushing him by his arms back into his seat and urging him to continue writing.
"I'll cook dinner tonight!"
Yoongi's eyes trailed over the sentence that he couldn't finish before you came, sighing one last time before slamming his laptop shut.
Dinner was already prepared.
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The silence was noticeable, to say the least.
Yoongi would carry on with his life as though you weren't a part of it. Waking up and getting into the shower before your alarm could ring, sitting by the window and eating the breakfast that he cooked while you rushed about because he stopped tapping your shoulder when you usually slept through your second alarm.
He'd sit at the table every evening with a slouched back that you'd always walk towards to correct, leaving a light pat to the tuft of hair atop his head in appreciation of his hard work.
It really wasn't easy to be a full-time writer and you were no stranger to that. The first few years of your marriage were the toughest for the two of you, because he'd spend hours jotting down ideas and developing characters and asking you to read over every little piece that he would work on - but still not getting a single book published.
You'd massage his shoulders and let him cry into your lap because it was indeed frustrating, but you kept reminding him that better times would come. You were working two jobs at that point, but when he did get his first book published, you finally told him about the money you'd been saving up to take him on a trip outside the state.
He definitely deserved it.
Min Yoongi was one of the most loving people you'd ever met. He'd have his own fair deal of procrastination and complaints that he'd love to shower on you when times got tough, but silence was never something you received from his side.
Your heart began to hurt when Yoongi's eyes would never leave the screen as you bent forward to kiss him. He'd begun to eat his meals before you and would usually slip his way past the front door for his evening run when he'd hear you serving yourself dinner.
You knew. You knew why he was upset with you, but there was nothing you could do to explain your behavior to him. You wished you could tell him that you were working over time and you'd been saving up your incentives to pay off the last of the home loan that he had taken when you first bought your house.
You knew there was nothing that could ease the tension from his shoulders like the relief of knowing there wasn't any more debt hovering above his head.
And you really didn't want to tell him that yet.
But you wished there was an excuse that you could come up with to get him to understand the stress you'd been experiencing.
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"Psst!"
Yoongi's shoulders lifted in surprise, turning around in fear as he caught sight of you standing by the door with two mugs in your hands.
"I figured you could use some coffee to get you through the night."
Yoongi's gaze lingered on you for a moment, feeling the slightest pang of guilt pull at his stomach when he watched the excitement fall from your face.
He was already drinking coffee.
"Oh," you chuckled dryly.
The study lamp illuminated the side of his face that was towards it, noticing the glistening glow from the night cream that he had applied. One hand was still on the keyboard, his thumb moving restlessly on the space bar as he continued to question your motives with his gaze.
"Here," you placed his mug of coffee beside his half-drunk one nonetheless, lifting your hand to rest against the top of his head.
"It'll help you," you explained, wordlessly referring to the all-nighter that you knew he was planning to pull. "Let me know if you need anything."
You didn't bother waiting for him to reply, just like he didn't bother replying to you. But you weren't certain if it was a mere coincidence when he turned to face the computer screen the moment you leaned down to kiss his temple.
"I love you, Yoongi."
And silence was all you got in return that night.
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Yoongi's fingers paused only momentarily when the front door slammed shut.
Not that he was keeping track or anything, but you were home an hour early. Which meant that dinner wasn't ready - which could be a possible conversation starter.
But soon enough, the aroma of his all-time favorite Thai food reached his nostrils, his head involuntarily popping up at the olfactory seduction.
"Look what I got!"
Yoongi blinked a few times, looking at the packet of food with his mouth already beginning to salivate, your excited footsteps quickly returning back to him with two plates and spoons.
"It's my boss's wedding on Sunday, so she let us off early and treated us to dinner! I told her I wasn't hungry though, and I managed to pack the meal so that we could eat together!"
Yoongi swallowed thickly, never once deciding to open his mouth.
"How was your day, sweet?"
For the first time that evening, Yoongi's eyes flitted up to meet yours in genuine surprise. It had been so long since you asked him that.
Yoongi had to physically hold himself from falling off of his chair, briefly clearing his throat and nodding awkwardly with a somewhat loud hum that he intended to use as a response.
"How was your writing today?"
By then, you'd already opened the boxes of food, his tongue running over his bottom lip at the sight of the orange gravy. One hand reached for the steamed rice while the other held his plate, a knowing smirk on your face when you stole a glance at the impatience on his face. Searching for the biggest piece of chicken, you placed it over his rice and poured a generous amount of gravy over it. Just the way he liked it.
"Can I read what you've written yet?"
Yoongi stayed quiet until you gave him his plate, kindly waiting for you to serve yourself before he took the first bite of his dinner that evening. He somehow managed to convert his moan of satisfaction into a hum that could answer your question.
"Tonight?" you mumbled through a mouth full of food, taking the time to chew before swallowing and pointing to his laptop.
"Have you completed it?"
It was obvious, the way you were trying to make conversation with him. Not that you got much in return, but the feeling of sitting beside him and eating was like no other. Maybe you'd neglected him too much, but you were determined to make the best use of the weekend to make it up to him.
"I can't wait to read it."
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"Yoooonnnggiiiii!"
The sound of your voice made him sigh. It was getting harder and harder to keep up with the silent treatment, considering the fact that he too missed you like crazy.
But was it normal to feel the way he was feeling? Like he was being taken for granted? Like he at least deserves an apology for the way you had treated him? Yoongi's anger was bubbling down a little by little, but he wouldn't avoid the fact that it was still very much present.
He could see you changing, but he wanted verbal comfort. He watched you run back to the bedroom - with your shoes on moments before you could leave - just to put back your earrings into the wooden hexagonal box that he had bought for you. He'd watch you race through the door even if it was just a few minutes earlier than you usually would, only to sprint to where he was and pause with a proud smile, telling him that you're home early.
He remembered being surprised when you hung your towel over the back of the chair for it to dry instead of just dropping it by the bathroom. And it wasn't just a one-day thing, he watched you do it every day since the night you brought home food.
He was tempted to acknowledge the way you were apologizing for your actions through your actions, but he wanted you to address it.
He didn't mind listening to you talk about the way you helped an old lady cross the road that day or the way you felt your stomach burn with hunger because you were too busy to eat lunch. That was a part of you - yes - but he felt as though there were bigger issues that you didn't want to talk about.
Like the fact that you never once questioned his silence.
Maybe he just wanted you to do that.
Maybe he just wanted to rant about every emotion that has been draining him for almost a month now.
"I bought you some flowers!"
Yoongi looked up at you only once before looking back to his laptop, pretending to be in the midst of writing. He knew you'd never disturb him while he did.
"Oh-" he heard you deflate into a soft gasp, your hand that held the bouquet of sunflowers dropping to your side and a hand coming up to cover your mouth.
"Sorry!" you whispered with a light giggle, hopping into the kitchen and retrieving a vase from the cupboard. You filled it with water, tearing away the papers around it and carefully dipping the flowers into it.
"Here are some flowers for you," you murmured as softly as you could, placing the vase delicately beside his table so that it wouldn't make too much of noise. By habit, your hand reached up to pat his head, placing a soft kiss on his temple and telling him how much you love him in a whisper.
You didn't wait for him to say it back, because part of you knew that he was too stubborn to kick down his ego. Yoongi only noticed the sticky note on the glass when you walked into the bedroom.
"Go for your runs in the morning instead. The sun misses you, but not more than I do! <3"
And he knew that it was you indirectly telling him to have dinner with you.
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"This is so cute," you mumbled to yourself, taking the olive green beanie off of the head of the mannequin with a laugh. The material was soft and cozy, something you knew would go well with Yoongi's skin tone.
"Should I send him a picture?" you wondered out loud, taking your phone out and opening his contact to send him a quick text.
[8:49 PM]: Sweater Weather yet?
You walked a little further towards the corner where you could get some good lighting, holding the beanie up in your arm to snap a quick picture.
Just before you could hit send, you turned at the sound of footsteps, bowing awkwardly at the tall man who stood a few feet away from you.
"Uh..." you trailed off, noticing that he wasn't leaving yet, "how much is this?"
"I don't work here," he stated, most of his face hidden behind his black mask and baseball hat.
"Oh," you nodded. "Sorry, my bad."
"No problem."
Clearing your throat, you looked around the store, a strange sense of discomfort taking over you. No one seemed to be around, and the two cars that were parked outside weren't there either.
It would be best if you just leave, you thought to yourself.
Sensing that the man was still looking at you, you placed the beanie back on some shelf, reaching for a random hoodie and slipping it off of the hanger. If this man didn't intend to harm you, you could just walk out with the hoodie as if you were planning to buy it. But if he did have bad intentions, at least you'd have some sort of a weapon to defend yourself.
You somehow squeezed between racks to avoid the strange man, walking towards the counter to see no one there. How were you supposed to get your bag that you had given to them?
"Miss," you heard the same voice, but dangerously closer this time. "You left this behind."
Turning around abruptly, you caught sight of the man walking towards you with the green beanie in his right hand. He didn't stop a few feet away from you, though, walking straight up to you and halting when he wouldn't even need to stretch his arm out to touch you.
"Here," he offered the beanie to you, the pungent odor of cigarette smoke hitting you and making you cringe.
"I don't want it. Thanks."
"But you seemed to like it a lot," he murmured, taking a cautious step in your direction, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a smirk that was hidden behind his mask. He watched you with a hint of mischief twinkling in his dark eyes as you backed up against the marble counter, your hands trembling around the hanger that you were holding up in the air to separate the two of you.
"Don't you dare," you warned, trying your best to appear strong. "I'll scream."
"I don't mind," he shrugged, reaching out to touch the hanger and suddenly tugging at it with a death grip, causing you to lunge forward and into his arms.
"Leave me!" You shrieked, struggling to free yourself from his grip, your hands clenched into fists and pushing aggressively at his broad chest. "I said leave me!"
"Don't be so mean, darling," he purred, easily taking a hold of your hands and caging them towards the side so that you couldn't move. Pushing up against you, he pinned you to the counter, watching you in fascination as your head turned to the side with a yelp.
"We can have some fun if you don't fight back."
Just as his free hand began to wander its way around your lower body, your eyes began to water, thinking quickly and looking past his shoulder in panic.
"Excuse me! Help!"
The man's grip immediately loosened, turning around in fear of being caught, and that's when you took your chances, pushing him by his chest and raising your knee to kick him where it hurts.
The man stumbled a few steps to the side until he fell to the floor, both of his hands holding his crotch with his eyes scrunched shut in pain.
Dropping everything in your hand, you raced for the door and immediately called Yoongi, knowing that you couldn't take the car back because your bag was still at the reception. However, your house was too far and it was quite late to make a run for it.
But there wasn't any other option, pausing only briefly to kick off your heels and setting off into a sprint with your phone still in your hand.
Yoongi wasn't answering.
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There was just something about writing a happy ending that made Yoongi's lips curl into a grin. Something about knowing that the ending is in his hands and he does indeed have the power to write it any way he wishes to, but deciding only the one which would keep his readers at peace.
He'd written three books with a tragic ending. Although the response was tenfold in comparison to his latest addition that ended well, Yoongi noticed a few people sending him a mail about their thoughts on the book and how they didn't really know if they could read it again.
Yoongi couldn't take that.
He needed people to come back for more. He needed them to reread his books with ease knowing that even if it hurts now - at least it ends well.
That's why Yoongi felt great when he wrote the last few words of the book that he'd been working on for the past eight months.
The male character apologized for being an ass, and so did the female character. They lived happily ever after and blah blah blah.
Yoongi was too excited to think about that right now.
Was it finally time to talk to you?
Yes.
Yoongi wanted it to look as though everything was as it was. You'd run through the door with something that you brought home for him - which you had been doing for the past five days - and you'd pat his head and kiss his temple before going to the bedroom.
The only thing - Yoongi thought it would be a great idea to turn his head up to face you when you would lean down to kiss him. He planned on catching you off guard and pulling you into a good kiss because damn has it really been a week since he last kissed those lips of yours?
Why did he choose to be an ignorant jerk and focus on his anger when he could just as easily have you right up against his ribs every evening, spending the little time of what you had with him just being with each other.
And Yoongi was too excited when he heard the door click shut that he began to type utter gibberish onto his document. You'd be by his side in not even a minute, and he wouldn't lie by saying that he didn't spend the last ten minutes wondering what you had brought home today.
But you didn't come.
His ears caught onto the soft pats of your feet against the flooring as their made their way straight to the bedroom, the door - and then the bathroom door - slamming shut in a matter of seconds.
Yoongi felt his heart drop at the silence that overtook the atmosphere.
Something was wrong, he could sense it.
The chair screeched against the floor as he stood up, jogging towards the bedroom and slowly peeking in to see what you were up to. Noticing the bathroom door open with the shower turned on, Yoongi waddled towards it with fear evident in each breath that he took, nervously holding the handle of the door and peeking in.
"(Y/n)?"
You stood under the shower, fully clothed with your face hidden inside the safety of your arms, leaning against the wall and facing away from him.
Yoongi immediately walked towards you, holding a hand out and gently tugging at the material of your shirt that was sticking to your body.
"What are you doing? You'll catch a cold."
Oh, how great it felt to finally hear Yoongi speak to you. It was weird, to say the least. All these days, you'd been imagining Yoongi admitting how much he missed you, his first words to you after a torturous week of silence either being that or him telling you that he loved you.
However, you knew.
You could sense the love outlining the concern in his voice, his grip around your arm growing strong enough to pull you away from the wall to face him.
"What's wrong?"
Yoongi felt his heart race straight out of his chest, closing the space between the two of you and pulling you into his embrace.
"What's wrong, baby? Please tell me?"
You stood limp, your head resting against his collarbone numbly, arms simply staying as they were before.
"You didn't answer."
"What?"
By now, the icy cold water had the two of you completely drenched, his pajama pants sticking to his skin and his hair falling against his eyes which he didn't bother shaking to the side.
"I called," you murmured against him. "But you didn't answer."
"I was wr-" Yoongi stopped himself when your head dipped further.
"I'm sorry."
"You didn't answer when I needed you the most, Yoongi."
"Baby?" Yoongi suddenly came to his senses, reaching out to turn the shower off and then making you face him. The sight of your eyes downcast and smudged eyeliner made him choke, bending to be at eye level with you.
"What has happened? Can you tell me?"
"Please just-" you sighed pathetically, unable to keep your eyes open as your lips tore into an open-mouthed sob. "Just hold me."
Without any hesitation, Yoongi pulled you into his arms, tightening his grasp on you and snuggling his head closer to you. He had no idea what was going on, but somewhere in his mind, he knew that it wasn't just you missing him that had you breaking down this way.
"I was so scared, Yoongi," you blubbered against his chest, fingernails digging into the flesh of his back in an attempt to pull him closer to you. "I didn't know what to do!"
"Shhh," he gently placed his palm over the side of your face, keeping it there. "Shhh, you don't have to explain anything right now. You're okay. Everything will be okay. I'm here."
"I- I," you pulled away to look up into his eyes, desperate hands clutching at his collar. "He- I... that man-"
"Who?" Yoongi felt his blood run cold. "Which man?"
"In the shop," you coughed when you accidentally choked on your saliva, leaning into him and holding him with all your might.
"That man in the shop, Yoongi- no," you broke into a cry, feeling dirty at the reminder of those arms that had you pinned to the counter just a few hours ago. "Ugh!"
"Did he touch you?" Yoongi asked in a whisper, never once leaving you. The nod that he felt against his chest made his eyes scrunch shut, fists clenching in anger but still keeping you right up against him.
"You're safe," he chose to assure you instead of trying to release his anger. He knew you needed that assurance more than his determination to go kill that man who dared to lay his filthy hands on you.
"I'm here, you're safe."
"Yoongi," you wept, "I wish you were there with me, I was so scared."
"Did he..." Yoongi trailed off in a broken whisper. "Did he...?"
"No," you sniffled, shaking your head at the thought. "He tried to, but I ran away."
"You're okay," he immediately told you. "You're safe, okay? I won't let this happen again, I promise you."
"I'm sorry," you whispered, looking down at your feet. "I shouldn't have been out so late-"
"Don't you dare apologize," Yoongi held your face within his warm palms. "This isn't your fault, none of this is your fault."
"I'm sorry."
"Are you hurt? Did he hurt you in any way?"
By then, Yoongi was already leading you out, tiptoeing towards the cupboard to pull out a towel for you before helping you out of your soaked clothes.
"No," you whispered in exhaustion. "But I cut my foot."
"Where?"
Yoongi was on his knees in an instant, pulling your foot up by your ankle after noticing the inflamed skin. He caught sight of a slender slit on the underside of your foot, immediately looking up at you with worried eyes.
"How did this happen?"
"I ran back home," you explained. "I didn't know about it until I was in the elevator and could see the blood on the floor."
"(Y/n)," Yoongi whispered dreadfully, standing up to pull you into a hug.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't there with you. I'm so so sorry. For everything."
You remained silent, a single tear slipping past your eye as you held onto him, the aftershocks of the panic still buzzing through your body.
"Let's sit, I'll set a plate for you - for us. We'll go to the police station tomorrow morning, okay?"
"Police?" you looked up at him.
"We need to report this, (Y/n)," he gently reminded you. "That ass needed to be punished for what he did. But don't worry, I'll be with you the entire time, okay? For now, just relax. Let's eat and then talk, hmm?"
"I'll come with you," you gestured towards the kitchen. "I don't want to be alone."
"Okay," he instantly agreed, taking a hold of your hand and walking you towards your wardrobe to take out a comfortable pair of pajamas for you.
"Here," he reached for his hoodie that was hanging over the chair, placing it over your head and helping you wear it. "This will keep you warm."
"Thank you," you whispered.
"Hey," he held his finger under your chin to make you look up at him.
"You know I love you, right?"
The sad smile that lifted the corners of your mouth made the light in his eyes dim with pain, taking you into his arms once more and resting his lips over the top of your head.
"I love you, so much. You have no idea. I'm sorry I failed to protect you. I'm sorry for everything, sweetheart. Just know that I love you to bits. And I'll take care of that bastard."
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