CONTAINS MINOR FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ABUSE, & ANGST
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"Where have you been, Yoongi? I've been worried sick! You wouldn't pick up your phone, or-or-" My tone lowered dramatically as I saw the look of utter exhaustion lining my first boyfriend's face. He pushed his way wordlessly into my room and shut the door, beginning to shed himself of his dark coat and drop it at the foot of my bed. Immediately, he folded me into his embrace with his head tucked into the crook of my neck and I enveloped him in my arms to comfort him.
"Hey. What happened?"
Yoongi sighed heavily, his backside deflating like a balloon as I fisted his thin, black, cotton shirt.
"Yoongi?"
"We've got to do it now."
My mind went somewhere sinful, but I backed away with a look of confusion lining my face. "Do what?"
"Yumin, we have to go through with the trial as soon as possible."
My face fell. I already knew he was talking about Yura and I couldn't help but think his sudden disappearance this morning had something to do with him. Out of habit, I began to fidget on my feet, anxious to be anywhere but there, but Yoongi casually reached up and cupped the side of my face to calm me down.
"You know we have to, angel."
The use of my nickname seemed to calm my nerves the slightest bit and I nodded.
"Can you call Chanyoung in the morning and see how far along he's gotten? It's been weeks."
I nodded again. Out of everything that had crossed my mind that day, I hadn't expected this until later. I knew we had to progress further than we already had to get Min Yura locked away for good, but I still hated the idea of putting my ex behind bars. The entire lead-up to the moment of his court appearance made me feel sick to my stomach.
Yoongi cocked his head slowly to the side, stroking his thumb along my cheek as I made to lean back into his embrace. I would call my lawyer the minute I woke up the next morning. For now, I wanted to drown in a more pleasurable feeling; any other feeling than the one that currently tore at my stomach.
"I'll call in the morning," I mumbled. "But, where were you all day?"
There was a slight hesitancy in the brunet's reply. My heart skipped a beat as I began questioning all the places he could've run off to in my head, but after a moment, he muttered, "Nowhere, baby. I was just trying to help a friend."
"Oh... Okay."
"Let's go to bed, hmm?"
I didn't reply, only accepted Yoongi's hand into my own as he led me toward my bed. He ripped the covers casually from their tucked-in corners, patting down the ruffles and encouraging me to clamber in before him. His arms snaked around my waist to pull me against his chest, and I felt a sense of numbness wash over me. In a matter of seconds, it turned into exhaustion and I let my eyes fall closed with a steady exhale. I should worry about one thing at a time; from the most urgent matter to the least. Not where Yoongi had really been all day long, and not Namjoon's attitude towards me either. Both of those could wait for another time to address when our lives weren't on the line.
My one and only concern right now was Yura and I wouldn't rest until I could safely turn around every corner without fearing the sight of his maniacal face.
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Namjoon lay, heated, beneath his covers as he cursed Yumin within his own thoughts. How dare the others replace him while he was off serving in the military? All that just for him to come home to her strutting through his home as if she owned the place. He scoffed to himself, rolling over onto his side and clutching his bedsheets tightly to his chest. Thoughts of envy towards the youngest brunette couldn't help but invade his headspace; deep down Namjoon understood the other's feelings towards her and he had said that it would be alright for them to find other partners while he was away, but he still thought of her as his replacement.
Yumin was beautiful; from her chubby face and thick, dark brown, curly hair all the way to her thighs that brushed together when she walked. The curve of her chest and rear, the love handles around her waist, the scars that lined almost every inch of her body from what he could only assume were put there by Min Yura. There wasn't a single reason he could think of that would make the others not want her as theirs and he hated it.
He felt undesirable in their eyes compared to her. Namjoon was uncoordinated, janky, and found himself unattractive in every reflective surface he gazed at. There was only a matter of time before the others realized they could do so much better. They already had found better, and despite the amount of trouble that came with her, Yumin seemed like a much more suitable partner than him.
A sigh slipped from his lips and that's when the man with white hair realized he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep that night.
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He woke to a start with the new day, patting around his empty bed in search of his phone. Work was no longer a bother of his; he hadn't shown up in well over four months and would therefore rely purely on unemployment until he felt the need to return to a busy nine-hour shift. Scrolling through his contacts, Yura found a few unchecked messages from earlier in the morning, one from the previous night, and others that hadn't been opened in the past week. There was no time to waste on friends and the limited family he had left. If Yura were to see through the rest of his plan, he would have no distractions whatsoever.
There was a missed call and a voice message from his lawyer, and right below it, the same thing, but from Chanyoung, Yumin's lawyer. He rolled his eyes in disgust before opening the recordings in the order he viewed them, his device pressed gently up to his ear as he listened to the male voices streaming through his speakers. His lawyer repeated over and over the date of his upcoming appearance in court. Only this time, it was bumped up to next week instead of several weeks ahead. Eyebrows raised in sudden interest, he clicked on the message from Chanyoung.
"Yumin called me this morning and ordered that we start your case as soon as we possibly can. Inconvenient to you or not, you're required to show up next Thursday at the Seoul Central District Court at 11 AM. No later. If you don't show, I have the authority to call the police and have you arrested simply for not adhering to your court case. I advise you don't do that. Make this simpler for everyone, Mr. Min, and just show up."
Beep.
"Oh-ho-ho, guess we're doing this sooner than planned."
Yura set his phone down at his side and grinned up at the ceiling. He smiled at no one, at nothing, feeling himself get lost in the dazed, excited feeling of finally following through with his plan. He'd had the energetic bubble in his lower stomach ever since Rachel had arrived at his place nearly two and a half months before, handing over all the information he needed to take Yumin back for himself. All for himself. His sweet fiancé, back in his arms again, no matter how much she struggled and wept for him to let her go.
"I'll see you again, princess. Very, very soon."
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I have a 6 hour shift tomorrow and I still have to work on my research paper.