To Whom It May Concern || •vminkook•

I'm not Fine

Jimin fell to the floor as someone ran into him, making him drop the notepad and pen he now carries out of habit. Looking up, he saw a somehow familiar figure panting and shaking.

"Please, p-please- don't l-leave me alone- I c-can't go back to- I can't g-go back there-" The person sobbed, and Jimin knew that voice. His suspicions were confirmed as the unknown person finally faced him.

It was Jungkook, and he was crying very hard.

~~~

Flashback, Jungkook's POV

Jin Hyung had sent me up to my room once his friends arrived. I don't know why- I mean, they were my friends now too, so why couldn't I stay? But Jin just couldn't say yes, and there I was. Bored. Bored enough to risk my ass being grounded. So naturally, I slipped off my shoes and tiptoed down the stairs, stopping in front of the kitchen door and leaning right against it. After all, maybe they were going to talk about some juicy shit.

The first voice sounded like Yoongi's. "Yah, what are we going to do if the three can't fix Jungkook?"

Fix... Me?

"Namjoon?" That voice clearly belonged to Jin Hyung, so the last voice had to be Namjoon.

"What else is there to do? If they can't repair him, then we have to kill him." It was a nice, deep voice- but the words it formed made my heart stopped.

Kill him? Who? Me?

"And their tolls?" Jin again.

"They won't get them back. After all, they paid for this." Namjoon replied, and his voice was so calm how was his voice so calm?!

"Why don't we just kill them all? We turned shit back a whole fucking year so Taehyung could have his little boyfriend back again." Yoongi now.

Boyfriend?

"Jungkook and Taehyung had a hard life before-"

"And we fixed that a bit-"

"We did, but Namjoon really just had to forget his suppressants and fuck the poor kid up."

"If you guys hadn't gone shopping for new clothes-"

"Oh so now it's our fault you butchered Jungkook?!"

"GUYS!"

Silence. Then Yoongi spoke up.

"Someone is listening to us. Kitchen door."

Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK.

"They were listening? Hm, well, it must've been Jungkook, who else could it be?"

"Namjoon, you're not going to..."

"Hush, Seokjin. Yoongi? Kill the kid. We're done here, now."

I wanted to move, but I just couldn't, fear had paralyzed my body. I heard Yoongi's footsteps drawing closer, I heard Jin begging Namjoon to let me live. Everything else never registered in my brain.

The door swung open.

"Well, brat, any last words?"

"Fuck no."

And then I ran, I ran as fast as I could. I opened the door and slammed it shut as soon as Yoongi had reached for me- and I successfully made him howl in pain. Ha. Getting a door slammed on your fingers hurts a lot, doesn't it?

I couldn't take any time to gloat, though, and I kept running, pretty much sprinting away from the house as I heard three voices calling my name. No, no, fuck no. I can't turn back now- but where the fuck am I supposed to go now?

That's when I ran into someone.

~~~

Present, No one's POV

So you think your only friends are not human?

"Please don't call me insane."

No, I believe you.

"I... You do?"

Yeah. I used to be able to talk, but I guess those bastards made me mute. Ha. Took away Hoseok's fucking leg, too.

"What?"

Crazy shit that I'm bad at explaining. I'm not even sure I'm supposed to explain at all, but hey. You figured something out. Idk.

"They talked about how Namjoon had- well, y'know. But- but I'm alive, how does that even work?"

Mm, I think Taehyung would be better at explaining this. Then again, idk where that boy lives so I'm clueless here. He may be doing weird shit again.

"They said Taehyung had a boyfriend..."

Yeah, it was you.

~~~

"Yoongi, you failed." Namjoon's voice was cold as he spoke to the smaller male.

"He slammed a fuckin' door on my fingers!" Yoongi exclaimed, still holding his injured hand.

"Oh, please, just reverse it. It's not like we have to pay a toll anymore." Jin sighed. "Really, you can be such a child sometimes."

"Anyways, what shall we do now?" Namjoon interrupted both before any little fight could start.

"I have an idea," Jin spoke up, "but you guys might not like it."

"Wait, watch, correct?" Both younger males said as the eldest shook his head.

"No, we fucked that up already. Why don't we just take another little toll from them and make Jungkook forget this happened?"

"You favor the boy too much. We need to take something from him if we're going to help him."

"...Fine."

"I'll send a Whisper to him, then."

~~~

As Jungkook slept in the Park's guest room, a lovely blue butterfly flew through his open window and gracefully landed on his hand. He was currently biting his nails on that hand when it landed, and he smiled a bit as it did. "Will you help me?"

I can.

Then his world disappeared, and the toll was taken.