selfish 𑁍 yoonnie

chapter eleven

jennie stared as the brass doorknob turned on its own, her hands tightly gripping the pan she held in her hands. she stumbled back down the stairs, trying to put the pan away, to hide any evidence of her trying to escape. she was halfway down the stairs when yoongi entered and she met his eyes.

his hand still on the door, he was frozen, taking in the blood still bubbled on her thumb, the butter knife carelessly tossed to the side, the pan with an obvious dent in it. it became harder to breathe with every dart of his dark eyes.

her heart dropped in fear, tears welling up in her hazel-brown eyes. "y-yoongi—" she started, trying to explain herself, maybe say 'it's not what you think!' even though he knew.

he cut her off before she could say another word.

"what the hell were you doing," yoongi almost growled, voice deep and raspy, as if he'd been screaming.

jennie's voice wavered as she tried to answer him, more fearful now than she was when all of this started. honestly, she'd been holding it together so well because she wouldn't let herself feel anything.

now she felt the fear, choked with desperation, grasping for a future away from a basement. jennie might've lost that, trying to escape without an actual plan; now it would only be harder. she wiped away her tears furiously.

"i—" jennie's tears stopped her from continuing, but she took a deep breath, anger the reason for her crying. she was incensed.

"i was trying to escape, okay?!" she screamed, voice raw with sorrow. "IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR?" jennie chucked the pan at yoongi. he didn't move as it hit him on the arm, almost as if he didn't feel it.

the silence was deafening.

jennie sniffled and yoongi breathed, and they stayed there for what felt like years. the metal pan whirred on the wooden stairs, mocking jennie, counting down the seconds until yoongi would kill her. there was no way he wouldn't kill her now.

yoongi stared at jennie a second longer before turning on his heel, twisting open the dented doorknob, and slamming the door behind him.

yoongi leaned back on a pristine leather couch. a fire crackled in front of him, and he gripped a bottle of fine liquor in his pale hand. he took a long drink, relishing the way alcohol burned his throat.

sunghoon screwed him over. namjoon and the others screwed him over. and now? so had jennie.

his head swam as he stood, the bottle in his hand completely drained. he dropped it on the counter with a resounding ding of glass and grabbed his keys. yoongi had been messed with too many times; he was ready to do the messing.

the white lights of the hospital were blinding, a steady beep singing over the hum of the generator. yoongi felt the pain in his ribs first. he wished he could've gone back to sleep. he closed his eyes but found no rest, movement around him tethering him to the world.

"is he awake?" asked a familiar voice. yoongi didn't have to energy to decipher whom.

"he's stable," said another voice, clean authority in voice. "the crash was nearly fatal; it's a wonder he's even conscious."

the crash?

yoongi attempted to open his eyes once more, pupils shrinking against the harsh light, squinting through long lashes. the first voice gasped and the lights dimmed, helping yoongi to see clearly. when his dark eyes focused, he wondered if he had brain damage.

because there she was.

jennie was here, in his hospital room.

yoongi opened his mouth to speak, but jennie was quickly rushed out as nurses swarmed him. he wondered absently why they cared so much now that he was awake. yoongi found he didn't care. he had a bigger question: how the hell did jennie get here? and two: why the hell has she not escaped? lord knows he would've if he were here. guilt stabbed him like the pain in his ribs, and now, as he gained more feeling, his neck. whiplash? were his ribs broken? how long had he been unconscious?

doctors asked him bland questions and nurses pumped fluid through his IV. yoongi gained the strength to inquire on his real concern, but another nurse sent something through his arm, and he was out.

hey everyone!
i'm sorry this chapter is so short and so delayed! life got hectic and i disappeared off WP for a while. i'm back though!
i hope y'all enjoy this chapter and have a great day/night :)

qotc: what's ur favorite song of all time??

aotc: mine is "august" by taylor swift!!