"Oh my god is she okay?"

"Jin!"

"Lay her down somewhere!"

"Why did you bring her here?"

"I think she fainted."

"What's with her arm?"

"Oh god there's blood, get Taehyung out of here!"

"Who did this?"

Loud voices surround me in darkness. I can't tell who is who, but they're definitely the voices of BTS. I also can't move or feel anything.

I try to open my eyes but they seem to be tightly shut.

The last thing I remember is being on Jungkook's lap in a car with Taehyung.

"One, two, three, push!"

What are they doing?

"She'll wake up in a few minutes, let her rest."

"But-"

"Out."

"It's all my fault."

"No, it isn't. It's mine for trusting you with her."

The voices begin to fade away until I'm left with the sound of my heartbeat.

After what seems like hours I open my eyes to a beige ceiling. I look around to see I'm on a big bed, like really big, is this what a king-sized bed is like? It even has velvet curtains.

I look down to see my arm in a bandage tied on my shoulder and I feel something on my waist, probably a bandage for my rib. My rib stings and my arm aches but it's nothing in comparison in what I felt before.

I crawl out of the bed and sit on the edge.

The room is about three times bigger than mine, it has no ceiling but a window where you can see clouds and the sun slowly setting. There are two dark brown double-doors on either side of the room. A white desk with numerous computers on it is on the wall opposite to me. The walls are jet black with three small paintings which are in black and white. The room has barely any colour, it's kind of depressing.

One of the doors open making me jump up. A black haired boy carrying a tray of fruit and a cup walks in.

"You dyed your hair." I state staring at him.

He looks very handsome with black hair.

"I know." Yoongi blandly replies putting the tray on the floor and pulling a small, black table which I hadn't noticed was there.

"Do you want any help?" I ask.

"No, I've got it." Yoongi says picking up the table and placing it before me and then picking up the tray and placing it on the table.

"This is your room, isn't it? You should put some more colour into your room." I say munching on a piece of watermelon whilst he sits beside me.

"I don't like colour, it's distracting." He says watching me eat. "You eat like a damn rabbit, just stuff it in your mouth, like this."

He grabs a piece of melon and puts the whole thing in his mouth.

"My mouth can't do that, how can yours hold so much?" I ask in awe as he chews.

"It's just how I eat." He says before swallowing.

He looks down at my arm and then back up at me.

"Does it hurt?"

"Only a teeny tiny bit."

"Teeny tiny? What are you, some kid?"

I laugh which startles him but he quickly tries to pretend he didn't.

"I saw that."

"No, you didn't."

I take a sip of what I guess is tea and pull back from it.

"What is it?" Yoongi asks worried.

"Nothing, I have two sugars with my tea, that's all." I nervously say placing the tea back on the tray.

"Do you want me to make it again?"

"No! No, it's fine." I quickly say.

"Hmm, okay."

"So," I say trying to steer the conversation. "Did Jin do this? Is he a doctor or something?"

"Yes and no." He says before falling backwards on the bed. "He's just good at fixing people."

I nod slightly and throw a grape into my mouth.

Yoongi frowns at me and closes his eyes.

"Something's been bugging me for a while now, I've actually been losing sleep because of it." He says with his eyes closed. "That day in the old music room, I played the piano for you and you screamed. I asked you why and you ran off, now you can't run off. So tell me, why did you scream?"

"A memory, I had a memory twisted into a nightmare." I say quietly but loud enough for him to hear me.

"Wake me when you're finished." He mumbles.

I look over to him to see him sleeping somewhat peacefully. He looks quite cute asleep.

I slowly eat the fruit so he could have as much sleep as possible but I still finish fairly quick.

Looking over to him I begin to get tired. I lie down and watch the dark skies looming over the window above.

Eventually I let my eyelids close.

"Do you think Yoongi slept with her?"

"Why would Yoongi sleep with her?"

"Why would Yoongi sleep with anyone?"

"She's really pretty when she's sleeping."

"She's beautiful when she's sleeping and awake."

"When did you get so soppy?"

"Yoongi doesn't let anyone in his bed, never mind sleeping in it."

"Do you think he's going to be angry when he wakes up?"

"No, I'm going to be furious that you've all woke me up with your blabbering."

I open my eyes to meet Yoongi's face closely in front of mine.

I gasp and move away when in reality I probably looked like a fish out of water.

Yoongi smirks at me before looking over my shoulder and furrowing his eyebrows.

"Taehyung, don't touch her." I turn around to see Taehyung's hand above my shoulder.

Taehyung smiles and awkwardly pulls his hand back.

I turn back to Yoongi to see him sitting up, I look around to see Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung and Jin around the bed.

"Why the fuck are you all in my room?" Yoongi growls pulling his hand through his hair.

I sit up.

"Did you guys, you know?" Jungkook asks not meeting anyone's eyes.

"Of course not." Yoongi sighs at Jungkook.

"I still can't believe you let her into your bed, you never let me into your bed." Jimin says sadly.

"She's an exception and she also needed rest, why would I let you in my room anyway?"

"Lucy, are you okay? Does it still hurt?" Jin asks bending down to my height.

"It only hurts a teeny-" I look over to Yoongi who has his head in his hands looking over to me. "I mean, it only hurts a little."

"Ah, that's good." Jin says before leaving the room.

"Are you really okay?" Jungkook asks sitting beside me.

"Yeah, are you actually okay?" Jimin asks sitting on the other side of me.

"Jimin, get the fuck off my bed." Yoongi says pushing Jimin off the bed.

"No fair! Jungkook is on your bed too!" Jimin says rubbing his but.

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"I like Jungkook, I don't like you." Yoongi says shuffling closer to me.

"But we're closer than you and Jungkook." Jimin muttered standing up.

"I'm fine." I say to Jungkook and Jimin smiling. "Where's Hoseok?"

"He was here watching over you but he had to do work." Taehyung says. "I can go get him, if you want."

"No, it's alright." I reply.

"Jungkook says it was Hoseok's ex, Hwasa? And her girls? Is that right?" Jimin asks his eyebrows furrowed.

"Hmm." I nod and then look at Jungkook who seems to be staring at the floor angrily. "But I'm okay, I'm sure she regrets it."

"I'll make sure she regrets it." Jungkook mutters his hands tightly in a fist.

"No," I say putting the hand that isn't in a bandage on his shoulder. "Please, don't, you're as bad as them if you do anything."

"What? So you expect me to do nothing?"

"I want you to let it go." I say.

"Let it go, let it go! I am one with the wind and skies! Let it-" Jimin stops singing when he realises we're all staring. "You can't say you didn't think of it too."

"I didn't."

"Neither did I."

"Jimin you're such a baby."

"Fine! I'll go!" Jimin shouts and runs out.

"Just let it go, Jimin!" Taehyung laughs before seeing us all staring at him too, he gulps and leaves.

"I'm not letting it go." Jungkook says looking into my eyes.

"I won't talk to you again if you do." I say quietly.

"You can't do that." Jungkook says his voice breaking slightly.

"I can and I will if you do anything to Hwasa or the girls." I say looking away from him, scared that I'm going to make him cry.

I hear quick footsteps and someone slamming the door.

"Oh, Jungkook." I sigh.

I look over to Yoongi to see him sleeping sitting up. I gently lay him down onto the bed.

"Goodnight." I whisper.

"Lucy." I look over to the door to see him standing at the door with bloodshot eyes.

"Hoseok."