Jimin's P.O.V

"The hell why did you have to tell her that infront of all of us?" I scolded Hoseok and he looked down guiltily.

"I don't know, it was time for her to know and I thought she's comfortable with everyone here." Hoseok replied and I walked back and forth.

"Yoo Ri, please, open up." I knocked onto the door but I had no reply.

She needed time alone and I understood it.
"Let her be. If I was her I would've needed time alone to think about everything too." Jungkook said.

I stood outside her door, closing my eyes as I pressed my forehead onto the door.

"She's hurting so much and I can't do anything about it." I sighed.

"It must hurt so bad for her. To find out what her parents could be doing now... How they fled to country and only planned to come back in the future." Namjoon said, coming over to pat my back.

"Don't worry. We'll just have to wait for her." Taehyung told me, and I nodded coldly.

Yoo Ri's P.O.V

"No no no..." I muttered under my breath.

I just wanted to numb the pain.

It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much?

Finding out about the truth of my parents... I can't believe it.

I wanted to get out of this misery.

I started to question why I had to live this pathetic life.

It hurts.

If I wasn't living, it wouldn't hurt.

Why was I born into an abnormal family...

I looked at the door of my room, standing infront of it.

I'm turning insane. Or am I already insane? I felt like I had no control over myself.

I banged my forehead onto the door once.

It hurt.

But it took over the hurt inside.

It felt better to hurt physically then on the inside, mentally.

And then I hit my head onto the door another time, this time harder, and the thud was louder.

I continued.

On my third bang.

Everything else I heard around me was muted. As if I couldn't hear anything.

The painful strike that hit me, it was better than the hurt I was going through before.

And that's when I felt wetness on my head. Why?

I stopped, then touched my forehead with a finger.

I looked down, and I saw blood.

Blood meant trouble.

And that's when the door flung open, showing all 7 guys pulling open the door together.

Jimin looked so shocked, he instantly ran to me and grabbed my face.

"What were you thinking?!?" He raised his voice.

I got scared of him when he said that.

I stuttered, unsure of what to say.

The other boys came in and they looked at me in worry.

"I'll get the first aid kit." Jungkook ran away, finding the kit.

"Look at this." Yoongi told the boys, pointing at the blood stain on the door.

Jimin wiped my tears away, he seemed so upset.

"I don't want to live anymore." I muttered under my breath, looking away.

What was this that I was going through?

How could I stop this pain.

Suddenly, Jimin grabbed both of my hands, then gritted his teeth, looking into my eyes with his anger filled ones.

"Yoo Ri. Don't ever think of that." Jimin bellowed, and I gulped through my tears.

His hold on me was getting tighter by the second.

I kept hiccuping, unsure of what to do, as the tears continued streaming down my face.

I was a mess.

What's this called? What am I going through?

"Jimin, let go of her." Hoseok tugged onto Jimin's arm, glaring at him.

Jimin sighed, slowly letting go of me.

As soon as he did, I staggered back, away from him.

He was so... Scary. His grip on my arms hurt, they were sore because of him.

I walked further back, but the voice of my brother stopped me.

"Yoo Ri. I don't want to lose you again. I've lost you once and I'm not going to lose my sister again." Hoseok said, walking nearer to me.

I felt safe near him.

He wasn't harmful.

He wouldn't harm me.

His hands slowly encircled me, pulling me into an embrace.

"Don't hurt yourself," He patted the back of my head, cooing me, "Don't even think of killing yourself."

I huffed, crying my eyes out.

"I'll be really lost and upset if I lose you again. So please don't leave me." Hoseok said, and I nodded.

I didn't understand what my heart was telling me. It was as if my heart was bringing me to my grave.

"You'll be okay." Hoseok said, and I pursed my lips, quivering slightly.

(SKIP)

"Can I have a one to one talk with her? Please?" Jimin asked Hoseok as I lied down on my bed.

Hoseok shot him a glare, and I knew I had to step in.

"Hoseok-ah, it's okay. He's my significant other afterall." I chuckled, yet Hoseok was still slightly angry at him for how he scared me eaelier.

"Fine. I'll go. Take care, sister." Hoseok patted my head, smiling sweetly, before leaving the room.

Jimin watched until the door shut locked, then only looked back at me.

He gave me a guilty smile.

"I'm really, sorry. I hope you know that." Jimin apologised, looking down.

"It's okay. I completely understand." I replied.

He sat on a chair, going nearer to my bed.

"I'm really sorry if I scared you. I'm sorry if I made you feel worse," He started, holding up my hands to his lips, "I'm really sorry if I seemed angry at you. I'm sorry if I hurt you. Or if I made you feel bad. I'm sorry if it was hard for you to take it in. I was just too worried. And maybe crossed over the line. I'm so sorry. I don't know what got to me. I just, can't bear to lose you again." Jimin said.

It was overwhelming to hear everything he just said. It was a shake to my heart.

I couldn't respond, because of how nervous I was.

All I did was wrap my arms around him, slowly, embracing him in my arms.

That's all that could make me feel better.

(SKIP)

Hoseok's P.O.V

"Dude, she has depression." Namjoon said and I glared at him.

"Maybe she's just... I don't know... She doesn't even know about depression." I stuttered.

"Exactly. She doesn't know." Namjoon said and I sighed.

She can't continue doing this.

She could kill herself one day,  ever so easily.

And I could lose her.

My very own sister.

I can only blame my parents for how she is now.

"Maybe she's suicidal." Jungkook added.

"Shut the hell up man, she's not that exposed to society. Yet." Taehyung argued back and Jungkook shrugged.

"She's innocent. I still can't believe she hurt herself." Yoongi seemed as if he spaced out, but in fact he was just thinking slot.

"We can't bring her to a psychiatrist to help. It's too much." I warned the boys,

"How can we help her then?" Seokjin asked worriedly, "she's a pure girl."

"I trust Jimin," I confidently said, "I know that, if she can change him, he can change her too."

The boys only looked at me, silently.

(SKIP)

yoo Ri's P.O.V

"Hello?" I asked, answering the house phone.

It could only be my parents calling.

"Hello, sweetie." My mother said.

The 7 boys looked at me as they heard the call go on.

They were either worried or angry at that moment.

"Yes, Mom?" I asked, trying not to sound nervous.

"How are you doing? Is Jimin still okay? He's not harming you, is he?" She asked.

"He's not, Mom. In fact, he's been protecting me." I softly said.

"That's good... Just make sure he doesn't snitch on us." My Dad spoke.

"He won't..." I said, disappointed that that was all they really cared about.

"Okay, we'll be sending more money back to you. We promise we'll come back. Just not now, baby." My Mother said, and I saw Yoongi roll his eyes.

Instantly, Jimin took the phone and clicked on the hang up button.

I looked at him, dropping my jaw.

"You didn't have to do that..." I muttered, looking down.

"They're 2 faced liars. You deserve better than those parents. Yoo Ri... We can run away together." Jimin looked at me in the eye.

The other boys gasped silently, as they snapped the sense out of Jimin.

"You can't do that, what about us?" Taehyung emphasized.

"You guys have a whole career here." Jimin said, "And I can't tell the police anything without evidence."

"We can run away. We can go to another country. I can provide for you. Everything. I'll work more for you. I can do everything for you. All you have to do is agree with me, and we can go to another country." Jimin persuaded, holding my hands.

"You can't, I don't even have a year with my sister who I've lost for so long." Hoseok objected.

I looked at Jimin, and thought, is he going insane?

"Jimin stop. I can't do that. I won't. They're still... My parents. And I won't believe what I haven't seen with my own eyes." I replied, angrily.

"Okay, you two, please calm down. How about, we leave whatever choice to Yoo Ri. Boys, I think it's time we leave." Namjoon said, as he gestured the rest to follow him.

"I'm staying." Hoseok said, moving next to me.

"No, you're coming with us. They need their time alone to talk." Seokjin said, pulling Hoseok out the door with the other boys who were slowly leaving.

After they all left, I turned and tried to walk away.

"Yoo Ri... We can live happily. In peace. All we have to do is go to another country. You have to be with me. You don't have to suffer under your parents commands all the time. They could hurt you." Jimin knotted his eyebrows, desperately begging me as he turned me around.

"They're not murderers!" I denied.

"Yoo Ri. Snap into reality. You know very well that they kidnapped me. What makes you think they don't have the potential to kill? They kidnapped me even when I have so many security guards around. That's already bad enough!" Jimin raised his voice.

I forced his hands off of me, angrily walking away.

"No, Jimin. I can't do that. We can't leave the country. If you seriously want us to go, I won't." I spoke and the man rubbed his temples, looking down.

"I just want the best for you, can't you understand? It's for your own safety." Jimin stressed.

"I'm not going to lose my parents." I said, "I won't. Don't bother asking me again."

He sighed, strolling back and forth the corridor.

"Yoo Ri. What if they killed me one day. Because I knew about them kidnapping and murdering. What if that happens." Jimin asked.

I turned around, huffed.

"It won't happen." I assured him but he did not look good at all.

It felt, scary.