Doc: "She's suffering from a high fever; you will have to look after her till tonight."
Jin: "There's nothing to worry about, right doctor?" He asked anxiously. All of the brothers were present. Standing outside Y/N's room.
Doc: "No, there is nothing to worry about. She will be completely fine in three days. I have given her medicine."
Namjoon: "Thank you, doctor."
Jin: "Yoongi. See the doctor outside." Yoongi groaned in announcement. All of them were sober by now. Seeing Y/N lay unconscious on Jin's lap made them feel an unknown worry for her. Sure, they have felt worry for each other and for their friends and family, but for her, it's a new thing.
In just a span of three months, it was the second time she had lost her consciousness, and that was an alarming thing for her health.
Jin kept replaying her words: why was she crying, what was she trying to say, and why was she on the floor? All of it made him worry about her even more. He could see that girl was dealing with things none of them knew about when he saw her on the kitchen floor. The loneliness in her brown orbs scared him.
But if he asks about it, what if she doesn't tell him? What if asking her would hurt her in some way? So I kept quiet.
Namjoon, on the other hand, was worried sick for the little girl. He didn't know what had happened. Did one of his brothers say or do something to her again? But that's impossible; they were at the party. Than what could have gone wrong.
He was starting to feel guilty about keeping such a big secret from his brothers. The brothers he knew were dying inside for losing two most precious people from their lives.
But what could he do? He was bound by the promise he had made with Y/N.
Jimin didn't know what to do. He couldn't think of any way he could help her. So he kept quiet and stood in a corner.
Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi could care less for the girl laying on the bed, burning with a high fever. For them, she was an unwanted person who was forced upon them. For them to accept. Which they weren't ready to do yet.
Hoseak knew half of his brother liked that girl and the other half hated her. He didn't know whose side he should take. He didn't want to hurt the younger twins and Yoongi by siding with his other brothers, but he also didn't want to cause harm to that girl.
He was confused, and because of this, he decided not to be a part of this division between his brothers.
.....
My eyes opened, and the dim light didn't hurt me. But everything was blurry before my eyes. I looked to my left and saw Jimin sitting on the other side of the bed; his eyes were shut, but he was there for me. The fact made me feel a tad bit happy. But fatigue took over my body, and before I knew it, I was deep asleep.
...
The next time I woke up, I heard a voice speaking to me. At first I couldn't pin point who it was, but then I got to know it was Taehyung. I didn't open my eyes. But I heard each and every word of his.
Taehyung: "You know you're such a pain. Like, who gets sick so often? But why is it that every time I see you in pain, I feel like someone important to me is hurting? Like my sister's. But that's absurd, because you're not my sister's. Nope, you are nothing like my sister's. They would be happy, full of life, and strong. But you're the opposite of it. You're weak; you cannot stand up for yourself, and you're always sad and lonely.
So, just stop playing with me like this and get well quickly so I won't feel like this anymore. What am I doing talking with her? She probably is asleep." He sighed, shaking his head, not believing he was talking to someone who was sound asleep.
After that, he went away. And she fell asleep once again.
....
??: "Y/n? Wake up. You need to eat something."
Opening my eyes, I saw Namjoon standing in front of me. I gave him a little smile. He helped me with sitting up. And later, he fed me the soup Jin had made for me. I couldn't eat more than a few bits, and after taking medicine, I was about to fall asleep again, but Namjoon asked.
Namjoon: "Y/n.. what happened to you last night?"
I thought about telling him the truth, but then I remembered the pictures. What if he hates me again after knowing someone has such pictures of mine? What if he tells others about it? And Hyun-woo did say not to tell anyone about him, and I have already told everything to Namjoon.
What if he gets to know that I have told Namjoon? No, no, no, that cannot happen. He would send those pictures to everyone.
Y/n: "I went downstairs to have a glass of water. But because of the fever, I didn't have the energy to come back to the room. It was difficult for me to say that—keeping secrets from him again—but what other choice do I have? He will hate me again if I tell him...
Namjoon: "Oh, okay, now get some rest." He tucked me in the covers and went away after turning the lights off.
But I couldn't rest. Fear was slowly growing inside me about Hyun-woo showing those pictures to someone. Once again, I felt utterly helpless.
With a little difficulty, I pulled the drawer of my bedside table open and took out Mom's picture. Hugging it to my chest, I cried till I fell asleep from exhaustion.
....
Jin, Namjoon, and Jimin had taken good care of mine. Always stayed with me during these three days, spending time with me. I was happy to have someone who cared for me like they did.
But it was during my free period, when I was walking down the hallway of the school to go to the washroom, that I was pulled into an empty classroom by the back of my shirt.
Someone pushed me hard against one of the tables and stood in front of me. Breathing heavily. The room was dark, and the curtains were drawn closed, so it wasn't until he spoke that I knew it was Hyun-woo.
Hyun-woo Pov:
Hyun-woo: "Where have you been for the last three days?" I tried to control my anger so as not to scare the girl too much, but it was difficult. I always had issues controlling my anger, and when it came to this little girl in front of me, I could never control myself. I love it when she trembles; I love the way she tries to act strong, but at the end, I could always break her. Seeing her tears gives me a satisfaction I never get from anything else. Maybe I'm a monster, like she says.
Y/n: "I had a fever." Again, the bravery act I would have found entertainment in it if it were any other time, but this time, it only made me more angry. I have been trying to find her in school for the past three days.
Hyun-woo: "Ohhh, is my Y/N alright now?" I asked her with such sweetness and grabbed her face.
Y/n: "Yes."
Hyun-woo: "Does it look like I fu*king care?" He squeezed her jaw, hurting her. The hiss of pain that escaped from her gave him satisfaction, and he left her.
Hyun-woo: "From now on, Y/N, even if you're on the verge of dying, you will come to school every day." Do you understand me?" I ran my hands through her soft hair. It was one of the things that attracted me to her. It had grown in the last two years.
Hyun-woo: "Because you know, Y/N, I get bored here pretty quickly, and I need my doll to play with."
She didn't say anything like I expected her to. Her rapid fall and raising of her chest gave away her fear.
My eyes moved down her neck and looked at her body. This girl was beautiful; there is no doubt about it. Half the guys in this school want to have her, but because of her brothers, they have kept away from her. They didn't want to mess with the Bangtan boys. Those seven boys had issues. More than me.
But I wasn't afraid of them; heck, no. It would be fun to stand in front of them. But after screwing their pretty little sister,
Grabbing the back of her neck, I commanded
Hyun-woo: "Sit on the table."
She didn't follow, and when my patience was out of my control, my hands found their way to her long, silky hairs, tucking them in with force. But she still didn't follow my command. And that pissed me off to no end.
She didn't follow, and when my patience was out of my control, my hands found their way to her long, silky hairs, tucking them in with force. But she still didn't follow my command. And that pissed me off to no end.
Y/n: "Why? Why are you doing this, Hyun-woo?" She spoke in a little whisper.
I loved it when she asked this.
Hyun-woo: "Because I can Y/N." My hands dropped on her small waist. She has lost weight in the last two years.
Lifting her up, I put her on the desk, spreading her legs and standing in between them.
Y/n: "Do you not feel guilty?"
Hyun-woo: "Guilty? Of what?" My hands moved on her bare thighs. She has always loved to wear skirts. It was one of her favorite outfits.
Y/n: "Guilty of causing someone so much pain that... they don't have any desire to live any longer." My wandering hands stop just before her full breasts.
It was the first time she had spoken about her death. It was always me who would tell her to kill herself or something like this. But this time it was she who spoke those words. My eyes looked into hers.
She was looking at me with teary-red eyes. I could see the streaks of tears on her cheeks. Did I feel sympathy for her? Maybe. But the monster inside of me enjoyed her hopelessness more. It isn't my fault I'm like this today. It's my parents fault.
From a young age, I have seen my dad treat my mom horribly. At the age of ten, I saw him beating her when he came home after work. At eleven, I saw him ra*ing her. They didn't and don't know that. No one knew. I was in the closet, playing hide and seek with Hyu-tae. My mistake was that I decided to hide in their closet.
It started with their regular fights, then abuse, and then he did it. They don't show it in front of anyone; for society, we are a happy family of four. But that day, something changed in me. I started getting nightmares about that day. Those nightmares turned into hallucinations. And hallucinations gave birth to a monster who kept those horrifying memories far away from me.
Hyun-woo: "No, Y/N.. I don't feel even a little bit guilty. Do you know why? Because you deserve it." Before she opened her mouth to say something else, my hands were pulling and tucking her shirt. Stretching the shirt from her neck, I felt her soft skin against my lips. Nibbling and biting it.
She didn't move; she didn't even try to resist this time. And I continued satisfying my inner monster by making her shed tears and leaving her hollow from the inside.