CONTAINS MENTIONS OF SEXUALT ASSUALT, SPIKING, ABUSE, MINOR FLUFF, & ANGST
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I told Officer Chay and Officer Han everything they wanted to know about Yura. They asked questions so in-depth that they made it feel as I was reliving everything he'd put me through, at that moment, sitting there in my hospital bed. Han had wanted Jungkook to leave the room since, "...this doesn't concern you, Mr. Jeon," but he'd refused to leave, and I refused to let him. Finally, the blonde had caved and sat down on a chair at the foot of my bed while Officer Chay pulled another chair up beside me with a tape recorder sitting on his knee and a pen twirling about in his fingers.
I expected some of the questions Chay asked: "How long were you two together?" "What kind of abuse did you endure during your relationship?" "Was he like this in the beginning?"
"No," I'd replied. "When we first met in college, he was like a normal person. Kind, attractive...a little smoking problem, but back then I thought it was something I could overlook. I didn't think it would turn into a drug addiction later down the line."
"Do you think his drug addiction fueled the start of his abusive behavior?" asked Chay.
"I think it had a big part to play, but it didn't start it. Yura started abusing drugs after his mother died back here in Korea. All he has left is his brother. I think that had a bigger role to play in it."
I wasn't expecting how much information they actually wanted from me. Chay and Han changed places and it was the latter that asked more personal questions that made me feel queasy, all the while Jungkook holding my hand to keep me calm.
"I understand you and Yura would've been intimate, of course," he started, "being partners and all. Did he ever force you to do things with him?"
I nodded, but then realized that the recorder wouldn't pick up such a response. "All the time," I spoke. "Later in the relationship, when I realized how abusive he'd really become, it was the majority of the time. I was revolted by him during those times, but he could've cared less."
"Yura says you enjoyed it as much as him."
"You spoke to him?"
"We brought him to a room right after arresting him and sat him down for a couple of hours. You're right about him being aggressive, alright." A one-sided chuckle.
"The only reason I enjoyed it," I snapped, "was because he'd beat me if I acted anything other than his stupid slut. The only reason I even touched him the four days he had me was because I needed to get his gun!"
Officer Han leaned forward almost too eagerly and I pulled back. "Why did you need his gun, Yumin?"
"So that he didn't hurt me." His questions were beginning to annoy me. "And, so that I had something to use against him."
"How did that work out for you?"
"That's enough!" Officer Chay growled from the other end of the room. "Stop with the bullshit Jisung, and just keep on with the actual questions."
"Fine. I understand that Rachel Choi played some role in your relationship with Yura as well."
She did, and I told him just that. Her manipulation, her abuse, the closet...The same room Officer Park had dragged me out of before I was slammed into the ground and forced into handcuffs. The time she spiked me and the threat she'd muttered to me before locking me inside. I flexed my hands repeatedly to the point where Jungkook had to press them together between his palms to keep them still. I felt uncomfortable sitting before the two officers that continued to question me for two hours, and the lights above us and the blanket that covered my legs suddenly became too hot. I kicked them off before drawing my leg to my stomach.
"Am I going to have to see Yura again?" I'd pondered worriedly.
Officer Han slipped the recorder into his back pocket and popped a piece of gum he'd stuck into my mouth minutes before. "With this information, hopefully not. We'll get him locked up and you can finally start living in peace from now on."
"That's a relief," Jungkook muttered. "Is that all?"
"That'll be it." Officer Chay stood up and brushed his hand on the front of his pants before extending it toward me. I took his long, soft fingers into my hand and he squeezed them gently. "Thank you for your time, Yumin. I hope you get better soon."
I nodded and both men exited the room in silence, leaving me and Jungkook to stare after them with blank expressions and racing hearts.
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Another nurse came to my room later in the evening and I couldn't help but ask where Soojin had gone. Jungkook watched me carefully as she said that Soojin had opted for a different room and given me to her. Her name was Seoyeon and she had pretty grey eyes and jet-black hair. She was short and squat and her personality made me giddy whenever she entered the room to check in on me. Unfortunately, she wasn't there when I woke, her shift having ended sometime around four, and a clean-shaven man was left in her place.
Jungkook came in with clean clothes that he'd asked Kiana to bring down from their house the night before, but she was nowhere in sight. I cleaned up in the bathroom and hobbled out in fresh clothes that hugged my wounds just tight enough to where they didn't hurt. Jungkook's arm snaked around my waist as made our way towards the brightened hall when my newest nurse stepped in the way.
"Take these before you leave." He handed me a little cup with the pain meds they'd issued me while I was in their care and another full of cold water. With minor hesitation, I swallowed them and dumped both cups in the trash. He told me they were to stop any pain I might have for the remainder of the day, and that they'd mail more to us under the address Jungkook had given them. Already, I began to feel lightheaded. I mumbled something in Jungkook's direction and the brunet put his arm back around the small of my back to guide me out to the front of the hospital.
I waved him off as he tried to help me into the passenger seat, but the maknae's soft voice was so nice to hear after all that time that I let him assist me into my seat and pull the seatbelt over my chest. He pressed a kiss to my cheek before walking over to the driver's side and driving off. I settled back into my seat as the drugs began to kick in, my eyes falling shut repeatedly as I tried to keep them open.
"Jungkook?" I mumbled.
The brunet glanced over and noticed how much I struggled to stay awake. His hand wrapped around my knee and squeezed gently. "You can go to sleep, angel. We've got a few hours until we're back home."
"Mmh." I turned and blinked up at Jungkook one final time to find his starry eyes watching me and a soft smile playing on his lips. My fingers slipped absently into his and I finally settled down and let unconsciousness take over me.
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My bedroom was sunny when I awoke, the air full of drifting dust particles that appeared like tiny stars floating by in the light. It felt strangely empty; all my belongings were in place when I'd last been there, but something about the surrounding atmosphere felt off. Shifting up on my headboard and pillows with a groan, I blinked down at my body, hidden beneath my crisp, white bedsheets.
Nari wasn't at the foot of my bed as she normally would be. Neither was Yeontan, and I began straining to hear their familiar barks. As I turned my head to listen for sounds outside my bedroom door, I found that the rest of the house was eerily quiet. It was as if I were the only one to reside within. My heart rate increased drastically and tears sprung to my eyes as I wondered why everyone would leave me alone after such a drastic happening in my life. I made to shift from beneath my covers when a hand laid itself upon my own and I flinched out of its warm touch.
Yoongi appeared on a chair at my bedside, his legs crossed properly over one another as he retracted his hand with a soft small. My tears of worry quickly turned into tears of relief as I tried to sit up and throw myself into his arms.
"Woah, woah," he chuckled. "You only just woke up; give it a minute, angel."
As he spoke, I realized that my limbs tingled as they struggled to wake up after the medication I'd taken shortly before leaving the hospital. I didn't know how long it had been since Jungkook had driven us home and I glanced over to where my clock normally sat to find it gone. Now that I peered out around my bedroom once more, I noticed my belongings had moved out of place, others completely missing. I blinked once, smacking my tongue on the roof of my mouth to rid the cottony feeling that made it run dry.
"Where is everyone else?" I questioned.
"Don't worry about them." Yoongi took both of my hands in his and squeezed them tightly. "It's just us now, beautiful. You're safe now."
"I am?"
"Mhmm. I'm not gonna let anyone else take you away from me. He's gone now."
Something about the brunet's voice began to sound strange. It was as if I were listening to him speak through an intercom, his voice scratchy, almost like a glitch. I stared across at him, taking in his features until it felt as if I could barely recognize the sight of the man I'd fallen in love with.
"Yoongi?" I murmured.
"He's gone now," he repeated with a lifeless smile. "They all are."
I froze. "Yoongi, where are the others?"
He only smiled. I tugged my hands out of his touch and scooted an inch or so away from him. "You're starting to scare me," I fretted, but all he did was reach out to gently stroke my thigh.
"There's no reason to be scared, baby. You're safe with me. I'm not gonna let anyone take you away from me."
"Y-You already said that..."
Yoongi stared for a moment longer, blinking slowly as the same creepy smile sat permanently on his once so familiar face.
"Wake up."
"What?"
"Please wake up, Yumin."
"Yoongi, what're you-"
"Wake up."
The man before me was no longer Yoongi. His voice contorted sickly until it was deeper, raspier, scarier than his own. His hand fisted the bedsheets on my thigh until it began to hurt, his nails digging into my skin. I tried to pull away but I felt too sluggish. It was as if I were trying to run through mud and I just kept continuing to sink further and further below the surface.
"Yoongi?"
"Wake up, beautiful."
Tears streamed down my face as I tried to find any recognizable thing about the brunet before me. He still wore the same, tight-lipped smile, had the same rosy cheeks and warm, brown eyes, but it wasn't Yoongi. The man before me wasn't Yoongi at all. His voice deepened further until the breath completely vanished from my lungs. His posture contorted as the features on his face deepened with shadows and scars that ran all the way down his neck and arms. The air around him grew bright and fuzzy like the static around a television screen and I tried to pull away from the man before me.
He grabbed my hand, the feel of his fingers familiarly rough and worn as his thumb traced over the back of my knuckles. He looked me dead in the eye and I knew that the Yoongi I'd loved was no longer in front of me. It was someone completely different. The opposite of Min Yoongi. Someone I loathed.
With the same blank gaze, he squeezed my hand one final time before his presence began to drift away. Parts of him became like dust and blew away into the space of my now empty room, his eyes the only thing I could continue to find amongst the rest of his fading form. He leaned closer and pressed a ghost of a kiss to my forehead before he finally disappeared on a single breath.
"Wake up, princess..."
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The urge to finish this book is scratching at my brain, you guys.