Ch.12
After the boys had left you at your apartment, you were welcomed by a surprise. It never occurred to you that the lights were on. You were too busy waving at them as they drove off. Now they were gone. The door was closed as your older sister gave you a hard stare. It was a bit frustrating to see her looking at you this way. She was never around and now she's trying to take charge? Of course, Mom and Dad did put her in charge of you, but was she really? It was always you making your own food, buying your necessities, taking yourself to school, and you barely even saw her. Maybe if you woke up in the middle of the night you would get to hear her arrive. She was like a ghost.
Hyosung unnie got up from her chair and stood in front of the round kitchen table. She crossed her arms as she looked down at you. Sighing, you wanted to word this correctly. She obviously didn't want to tell Mom and Dad since then they would consider her irresponsible. She also wanted to make sure that you were behaving well in school because that was important. That you understood, and your grades were doing just fine. Nothing spectacular. They were good enough. You didn't even take off your shoes to put on your slippers. You remained at the entrance, thinking on how to answer her.
"Well?" She huffed.
"I didn't start it," You started looking down to the floor. "Some girl randomly came at me and I defended myself. That's all."
"Clearly not. Why would some girl just attack you out of nowhere?" Hyosung scoffed. "There's something you're hiding from me." She stopped crossing her arms and placed her hands on her hips. Biting your lip, you didn't want to tell her about the rumors. That was too much information. She would try to talk to the school and you might get taken out. That can't happen. The boys have been so great to you and you're not ready to let them go.
"I didn't expect her to try and fight me. That's what I mean by random." You shrugged as she rolled her eyes.
"But why?" She demanded to know.
"...She thought I was dating the guy she wanted," You admitted seeing her raise a brow.
"And why would she think that? Were you?" Hyosung stepped closer as you narrowed your eyes at her.
"No!" You raised your voice in frustration. It was so rude of her. She didn't even believe you.
"Then whyâ"
"Because I'm friends with him! That's why! She got angry and attacked me!" You screamed. "I did nothing wrong! You know I wouldn't start a fight so stop acting like I would!"
Hyosung was taken back by your outburst. At this point, you were fuming with rage. You didn't mean to get so heated. Talking to your sister always led to fights for some reason. The two of you got along when you were younger. It was easier then when the two of you lived under the same roof with Mom and Dad. Now she's constantly gone, and it feels like the two of you are strangers. That's why it's bothering you so much that she's acting this way. You know what you're doing so she has no reason to get involved. Hyosung blinked in shock before finally collecting herself.
"I am older than you, Kwon (F/n). You need to respect your older sibling who pays for the bills, feeds you, and houses you," She said as if you were an ungrateful child. Maybe you were, but she wasn't perfect either.
"First of all, Mom and Dad still help you pay for this place. You don't feed me. You don't have the time to, so I make my own food or buy it myself," You stated. "I get you're older than me, but don't act like you're right about everything."
"(F/n)..." Hyosung took a step closer. She was clearly upset and so were you. You were losing patience with her. All you wanted to do was go to bed. "I'm not going to call Mom and Dad, but I'm not letting you go without an apology."
"Are you serious?" You said, shaking your head in disbelief. She just wasn't someone you could respect at the moment. "Goodbye." You turned around, pushing the front door open.
"Kwon (F/n)! What are you doing!?" She tried chasing you but stopped at the front entrance. She didn't have her shoes and you were already down the stairs. Hyosung wouldn't be getting her apology any time soon. She kept calling out for you, but you were running away.
Her voice couldn't be heard anymore. You had no idea where you were running to. Slowing down, you took out your phone to text Jimin. If they were at the warehouse, then you were willing to run over there. A part of you wondered what they would think to hear that you had run away from home. It's not like your living situation was horrible. It was probably heaven compared to theirs. Not that you knew what their home lives were like. Typing to Jimin, you sent him a message on where he and rest of the members were currently at. He didn't take long to respond. Jimin let you know that they had stopped at a gasoline station that wasn't too far from where you lived. Fifteen minutes at most.
Jimin asked why and you told him to tell Seokjin not to leave yet. Since you knew their location, you began running at full speed towards the gas station. The streets weren't as dark and scary like they used to be. When you first moved here, you were terrified to even look out the window. You've grown accustomed to your surroundings. Plus, you hang out with gangsters and have seen some slightly horrifying stuff. Seeing the bright lights of the gas station, you panted heavily as you arrived. Namjoon was putting gas in the car while Seokjin was inside, waiting for change. The rest of the first years were inside the store looking for snacks. Hoseok was in the car and you couldn't find Yoongi.
Perfect. Somehow you managed to arrive just in time. As you regained air in your chest, you could see your breath in the cold. It made you rub your arms for warmth as you got closer to the gasoline station. Namjoon still hadn't seen you and you were about to say something until you saw Yoongi come from behind the gas station. Something was suspicious since he wasn't alone, he was talking to someone. You watched him as you saw a girl come into view. It was the red lipped girl. Why were they talking? She looked like she was whining to him as he smoked a cigarette. He tossed 25,000 won in her face. She gave him a pout, but Yoongi was no longer paying attention to her. Finally, she walked over to her own car and left.
"(F/n)?" Namjoon's voice made you jump.
"Oh! Hey Namjoon!" You smiled at him. He looked puzzled to see you which was understandable. They did barely drop you off.
"Didn't we leave you at home?" He chuckled as he closed the gas tank.
"Yeah...I don't feel like being at home right now." You sighed to see him quickly glance at you with sympathetic eyes. It was almost overwhelming. "N-Nothing bad happened. I just don't want to be home. Trust me, it's fine."
Namjoon slowly nodded as the first-year boys came running out of the store with junk food in their hands. Jungkook was slowly following after Taehyung and Jimin with a bag of banana kick. Though he wasn't as energetic as them, he still had a large grin on his face that warmed your heart. It was good to see him getting better. He hasn't recovered, obviously, but you're happy that he'll be back to the old Jeon Jungkook. Jimin and Taehyung slowed down as they saw you standing behind the truck. They cheered in excitement while Seokjin came out with a cocked-up brow. Yoongi came from behind them, annoyed that you were back. You still hadn't forgotten who he had just spoken to.
The youngest boys huddled around you with a bunch of snacks. Namjoon smiled softly and Seokjin laughed at their behavior. Yoongi jumped in the back and so did Namjoon. Taehyung kindly offered you a chocolate bar and Jimin wanted you to take his instead. They were so cute. Jungkook was happy to see you and asked for you to sit next to him in the truck. This caused a reaction in Taehyung where he immediately turned to Jimin who was frowning. The boys began bickering about who you would get to sit next to. Jungkook said that he deserved to have you next to him since he was hurting and Jimin wanted you next to him because apparently Jungkook could throw up any second. That might have been true.
"Just let her sit in the middle of you two!" Yoongi growled. "Get in the car already."
Taehyung hurried in, squishing himself against the car door. Jimin sat next to Taehyung with you at the right of him. Jungkook sat next the car door with you to the left of him. All four of you could fit in the back but it was a little cramped. You didn't mind at all though. The car ride was fun with the boys. Seokjin drove around the town, dropping everyone off one by one. Hoseok was the first to be dropped off, then Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook. Namjoon told Seokjin to leave you at the warehouse for the night. The eldest didn't question it but he did give you a bewildered look through the rearview mirror. Yoongi stayed in the back, silent throughout the whole ride. He must be shivering out there.
Seokjin drove up to the entrance of the large warehouse. He parked the car and exited out with everyone. He was only dropping the two of you off. He was going to go back home wherever that may be. Hugging your body for warmth, you entered the warehouse right behind Yoongi. He walked over to the closet, pulling out blankets that were kept here. Did he always stay here? Seokjin didn't look worried at all. The black-haired male set his keys down on the fold up chair in front of the couch and went to the back. Sitting down on the dirty green couch, you prepared for a long cold night here. As you laid down, Seokjin came out from the back with a box and started walking out.
"Bye (F/n). I'll see you tomorrow at school, okay? Get your beauty sleep." He winked at you playfully. "Good night!" He shouted for both Yoongi and you.
He carried the box off without a care. Yoongi set down the heavy blankets on the table before looking at you. The mood instantly became awkward for you. He hated you and now the two of you were spending the night alone in this huge place. You wondered if you should make the most of this and ask him some questions. Maybe the two of you can start getting along, possibly becoming friends? That sounded like a nice idea. It would certainly help lift the tension. Giving Yoongi a smile, he only scoffed. Great start. How were you going to become friends with him like this?
"Aren't you going to get a blanket?" Yoongi asked. Not in a concerned way. He meant it in a way that said you were stupid if you didn't grab one.
"Y-Yeah. I just don't feel sleepy yet." You looked at him as he unfolded a blanket. He wrapped it around his body for warmth.
"Don't hope for late night talks." He began walking towards the back, but you shot up into a sitting position. You didn't want him leaving already. It was too soon. The both of you just stared talking to each other.
"Do you usually sleep here? Why don't you go home?" You questioned. "I'm sure it's more comfortable there."
"Why aren't you home?" He snapped. Flinching at his words, he sighed heavily at your response. He didn't want to hear you start apologizing profusely so he decided to admit a little something about himself. "This is my home. I've been staying here for more than year."
"Oh...okay." You nodded. "I had a fight with my sister."
"I don't care."
"I know. That's why I told you," You said to see him turn around to look at you. He didn't ask or question why. Yoongi seemed to understand telling someone who didn't care. It was off your chest, but you didn't have to worry about them getting concerned. Yoongi walked back towards the table to grab a blanket. He tucked it under his arm as he walked over to you. He threw it in your face, not waiting for you to say anything. "Ah! T-Thank you."
"God." He scoffed once more, finding you ridiculous. You watched the mint green haired male start walking towards the back room again. The memory of him talking to that red lipped girl was still in your head.
"Hey Yoongi!" You yelled out to hear him groan.
"What do you want? I gave you that blanket, so you would shut up and go to bed already." He glared at you. It made you want to bite your lip and do what he originally wanted you to do. On the other hand, you wanted to question him about that and the want to do that was stronger. He once told you that confusing statement. Did he know about the rumors already?
"I saw you talking to a girl with red lipstick. Is she your girlfriend?" You tilted your head to see him quickly make a disgusted face.
"F*ck no. It's none of your business."
"Are you sure?" You persisted, watching him get annoyed with all your queries. Yoongi officially turned to face you, no longer trying to sneak off into the back of the warehouse. He made his way to you again with scowl.
"You really want to know?" His facial expression growing dark. "Because I can tell you right now. I think you already know who she is."
"I-I don't know her. I don't even know her name." You repeatedly glanced away from his dead eyes.
"Bullsh*t. I wouldn't have given her 25,000 won if she didn't do her job right," Yoongi said, making you raise your head. What did he say? You were going to ask him what he meant by that, but he was already explaining himself. He smirked at you evilly. "I told that big mouthed b*tch to spread that little rumor about you. About how you're our toy, the gang's slut."
"W-What? Why would you do that?" You felt like breaking down into tears. This was too much to handle. Why was Yoongi doing this? Going out of his way to make your life harder made no sense. He was the root of the rumor? It made your heart almost stop pumping blood. All you do is attempt to become his friend and bite your tongue whenever you want to yell at him.
"Because. Maybe I wanted you to get the hint." Yoongi lowered his voice in a tone you weren't too fond of. He brought his hand to your face, dragging his finger along your jaw line. It was just the two of you alone in the warehouse.
"Stop that!" You smacked his hand off. "Hint?"
"What if the gang wants to use you for sexual pleasure? Do you still want to be friends with us?" Yoongi took off his blanket. Opening your mouth to speak, not a single word left your lips. He rendered you speechless again. You didn't know what to think about the scenario. It was surprising to hear it was him who started it but at the same time you should have figured that out. Then one moment he's hating you and then the second he's lusting after you? What's the truth? Was he teasing you just for fun? He's sick.
Yoongi placed his knee on the couch at the side of your leg. At first, you didn't understand what was going on until he already had you trapped. He held tightly onto your wrists as you wriggled underneath him. The male only found your attempts for freedom amusing. Yoongi muttered very disturbing things as he eyed you down. Whimpering softly, you closed your eyes as he brought his face closer to yours. Once his forehead touched yours, you were about to break down into tears. But he laughed and pulled away. He was joking around. Staring at him, you were beyond shaken up by what just happened. You thought he was going to do something to you.
"F*ck, you're easy you mess around with." He laughed, standing up and away from the couch. "Did you actually think I wanted you like that?"
"Iâ" You found your voice only to be spoken over.
"Min Yoongi!" A male voice hollered. The both of you turned your heads to see Seokjin at the entrance of the warehouse. Yoongi frowned to know he had been caught messing around and by the eldest at that. Seokjin came storming in, picking up the blanket off the ground and shoving it into Yoongi's arms. The mint green haired male stumbled back as the eldest picked up the key's he had forgotten on the chair. "(F/n), let's go. You're not staying here."
"O-Okay." You got up, not denying Seokjin. You didn't know if he was going to bring you back home, but you knew you didn't want to stay alone with Yoongi. He most likely wanted you away from that guy. Seokjin grabbed onto your arm before glaring at Yoongi again.
"Don't let me catch you pulling that sh*t again. I may not be Namjoon, but I do have authority over you too." Seokjin gritted his teeth in anger. After that, he pulled you out of the warehouse without another word. He opened the passenger door for you and even buckled you in. He was very serious about taking you away from this place. "I'm taking you to Namjoon's. That's the second safest place."
The car was reversed out from the warehouse. He put it back into drive, stepping harshly on the pedal. Seokjin was going well past the speed limit and it made you feel nervous. He didn't say anything about what Yoongi did. You were still mystified on what had just happened back there. A lot of emotions spun around wildly inside you as thought back on it. The guys liked him, but you had a feeling that their friendship with you would hurt their friendship with him. Yoongi didn't seem to have anyone else but them so you had no idea why he was doing these kinds of stunts. Seokjin slowed down at he drove into a neighborhood. He parked in front of a small house, telling you to get out with him. You stood behind him as he knocked on the front door. It took a few seconds, but Namjoon finally opened the door.
"Kim Seokjin?" Namjoon was surprised before noticing your small frame. "Kwon (F/n)? Weren't you staying at the warehouse?"
"I don't trust Yoongi. He didn't like the idea of having (F/n) around so I brought her here." He lied, but Namjoon nodded his head. The tall male stepped to the side and that's when Seokjin patted your shoulder. He gave you a light push inside, saying goodbye to the two of you. Stumbling inside, you faced them as Seokjin gave you a flying kiss before the door was closed.
Namjoon smiled at you and told you to follow him. His house was about the size of yours. It was warmer than the warehouse and cozier feel than your apartment with your sister. Staying behind him, you took a look around his house in awe. This was the first time you've been at any of their houses. Namjoon didn't look the least bit worried to have you around. All the pictures in his household were either of him or someone you assumed to be his Mom. There was not a single picture of a father in his life, so you knew that it'd be wise not to mention that. Some photos on the wall were of a young Namjoon receiving academic awards that you could never even get in your entire life. You had to be a genius to receive awards like these. It made you realize just how little you knew not just about Namjoon, but with the other members.
By the time Namjoon stopped walking, the two of you were at the end of the hall. He opened a door that led to a small room. It was mainly for storage space but there was enough room for someone to stay in it. He told you to wait as he looked for a heavy quilt for you to sleep on. You waited in front of the room, not wanting to enter until he did. You didn't want to be rude. It was so kind of him to let you stay here and it made you feel bad. You only had a fight with your sister and now you were using the kindness of your friends to continue the fight with your unnie. As Namjoon started coming down the hall with a quilt, you were about to apologize until a woman came out of the room right across from you.
"Namjoon-a, who was at theâ?" She asked before her eyes met with yours. You gave her an awkward smile as Namjoon came.
"Eomma." Namjoon gave her a nervous smile. "This is (F/n), she's just a friend who needs a place to stay for tonight."
"I'm sorry for intruding." You bowed. "It's okay. I can leave."
"Oh, it's okay," She said. "I would have appreciated it if you asked me beforehand, Namjoonie, but it's okay."
"Thanks." Namjoon grinned as he stepped into the small room. He set down your quilt and you offered to do it yourself, but he insisted. That was your only way to not be standing in the hall doing nothing! You gave his Mom a friendly smile as he set it up. She began talking to you, asking the usual things a curious Mother would care about. She asked for your age, year, the classes you took, and how you met her son. You answered her as best and respectfully as you could. You had to fib a little on how you met Namjoon, but it's not like telling her through Jimin was a complete lie. "There. All set up."
"Thank you so much. You really didn't have to do that," You told him as he rubbed his neck. You stepped into the room and sat down on the soft quilt.
"It's not a problem." Namjoon slowly closed the door, leaving a few inches open. "As long as you're safe here."
"I appreciate it a lot." You bowed your head towards him as he chuckled.
"Good night, (F/n)-ya." He gave you his gorgeous dimple grin before completely closing the door. You said the same to him and his mother. Letting out a sigh, you got under the quilt and got comfortable in the room. As you closed your eyes, you overheard the two speaking outside the door. It was really easy to hear them through the thin walls and you tried your hardest not to giggle at Namjoon's embarrassment.
"Is she your girlfriend? You can tell me the truth," Ms. Kim said.
"No, Eomma! She's really just a friend," Namjoon got defensive.
"Oh, that's a shame. I really took a liking to her," Ms. Kim admitted. "You should date her."
"Eomma," He groaned at his mother's embarrassing words. So cute. That's good to know she approved of you, but you were just friends with her son. That alone made you super happy.