THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SUICIDE AND GRAPHIC CONTENT!! PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION!

~Failed Mission?~

        You were walking down the street as you usually do when you're stressed out or you can't sleep, and tonight you were both. Late night walks became an everyday thing for you even though your father warned you not to go. Your father was part of a well know gang that, at this point had terrorized almost the entire town. Everyone and their mother was out to get him or you, but mainly you. Think if they got you you're father would give them anything to protect is baby, he promised you that.

        How did you find out about his gang? Simple, he always kept conversations on the phone quick and quiet. He was always leaving the house at obscene times of the night so eventually your curiosity grew. One day as your father snuck out of his own house you come to follow.  You followed him to a creepy looking warehouse in the middle of nowhere where you found out about everything. 

        If you could go back in time and stop yourself from following him, you would. You hated being involved in this, everything you aspired to be was ripped away in less that a millisecond. Somehow word got out that you were not apart of the gang and since then everyone was out to get you. People would mainly try to abduct you for ransom but you always had someone following close behind to protect you, which you hated. You contently felt like someone was breathing down your neck twenty-four seven.

        What did you do for the gang? You were their nurse. You already have a nursing degree, and were already a nursing assistant before you joined. You did anything and everything that involved some type of nursing. You didn't mind since you were doing something your were already passionate about, you just wished that you could do it was a profession.

       Back to your walk, tonight you chose to sneak out and go on a walk alone. As you were walking down the street you hear rustling in the trees, thinking nothing of it you continue your walk until you hear a loud groan as something hit the ground. You see a man laying in the ground in clear pain. You were always told to ignore random people but your instincts told you to go over.

"Sir, are you okay?" You ask kneeling down next to him.

"Oh yeah I'm fi- SHIT that hurts!" The man exclaimed as he moved his foot.

"Can you wiggle your toes?" You ask examining his foot.

"Umm no definitely not." He said frustration in his voice.

"My apartment isn't that far away, I could take you there. The hospital is too far." You say pointing down the street.

        The man agreed for you to help him get to your apartment. It was a slow and painful journey for the man. You helped as best as you could but considering your didn't have much muscle to your body it was difficult to prevent him from falling. You helped him get into your apartment and you placed him on the couch as you went and got your first aid kid that you used to help your fathers gang members. You placed it on the floor before kneeling in front of him.

"Sir I'm a trained nurse." You said handing him your old nurse i.d. "I can fix this break, if that what it is, but its not gonna be fun." You explain.

"Okay." He says as he sat back trying not to move.

You cut his boot off his foot along with the sock as you examined his foot.

"Yeah, its definitely a break. Do you-"

"Yes please fix it, it hurts."

        You manipulated the fractured bones back into place before wrapping his foot in a cast. You put all the medical equipment back into place before sitting across from him. You could see that he's visibly nervous as he twiddles his fingers. You look at his face and it feels as if you've seen him before. He notices you staring and seems to get more nervous.

"Have we met before? You look familiar." You ask handing him a pair of crutches.

"No." He say bluntly.

"Oh sorry." You say nervous to start your next sentence. "Um could I take you home?" He tenses as you mention the word 'home'.

"No I'm fine. I can make my way home." He says standing up and walks towards the front door.

"Please let me help you." You get up and rush towards the door.

"Okay." He says defeat in his voice.

TIME SKIP I RAN OUT OF FILLERS 

        It's been almost two months since you took Yoongi in. At first he was reluctant to speak to you but eventually he started speaking. He always spoke very vague no matter the topic but you learned to deal with it. Whenever he was on the phone he spoke in a low barely audible whisper, and tried his hardest to know let you hear. His conversations always seemed rushed and he always looked nervous or scared once he hung up. 

        You and Yoongi grew super close despite him being quite. The two of you were seemingly a couple, minus the title but the two of you did everything together. You lived together, went shopping together, even slept in the same bed together, but something was off. He always wore all black and something to cover his hair and face. If you took a picture of the two of you, you HAD to censor his face with scribbles or an emoji, even though you didn't like it you loved him so you'd do it.

You and Yoongi were walking home from the grocery store late one night when a group of people stepped out in front of you. Yoongi immediately pushed you back.

"Well well well. What do we have here Yoongi?" A tall buff man said.

"(Y/N) listen to me, just run." Yoongi whispered to you.

"What why?"

"JUST GO!" Yoongi said pushing you.

        You didn't know or understand why but you dropped all the bags and ran in the opposite direction. You made it halfway down the street before hearing a gunshot go off. You immediately stopped in your tracks and turned around. You saw a single body laying on the ground, and then you saw the crutches. You ran back to Yoongi seeing him lying on the ground, a small pool of blood forming around his leg.

"No no no come on Yoongi. You're okay." You say taking your belt off and tying it tightly around his upper thigh.

"(Y/N) Thank you so much for taking care of me. I love you." Yoongi says smiling at you, his hand on the back of your neck pulling you down to kiss you.

"I love you too, but don't say that, you're fine. You're gonna be okay." You say tears falling down your face.

"I think this is it kitten. Please don't forget me." Yoongi says holding your hand as his grip loosens before falling limp on his chest.

"NO NO!! YOONGI YOU'RE FINE! YOU'RE OKAY!!" You scream, the tears falling off your chin.

Even if you know it won't help you tighten the belt even more, checking for a pause in his wrist. You feel someone walk up behind you gripping your shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey, but it had to be done." Your dad says crouching next to you.

        You push your father away hugging Yoongi's cold body as you cried. He finally pulled you off him and took you home. He wouldn't tell you what his gang did with Yoongi's body which only made you more angry. He tried to explain to you that Yoongi was just a bad person but you wouldn't listen. After countless days your father told you countless times that he was sorry but you didn't care.

"Honey please I'm sorry but I thought what I was doing was gonna help. Had I known about him I promise I wouldn't have done that. I'm sorry." He says staring at you.

"I know you're sorry." You say getting up and going to your room.

        You shut the door and sat on your bed scrolling through the small amount of unedited pictures you had of you and Yoongi. You lost all happiness. You lost your will to love, and to be happy so there was no reason for you to be alive anymore. You grabbed the gun your father kept under your bed for your safety. You wrote a short note to your father about your feelings.

Dear dad,

       I'm sorry to be doing this to you but I feel like I have no other choice. You took away the only person in this world that I loved. I have no happiness inside me anymore so I don't think I can go on. You always said if I ever wanted anything from your to tell you so dad, please put me with the one I love. Please dad its all I want. Also, I forgive you and I love you.

You signed the bottom of the paper and held it in your hand as you pulled the hammer of the gun back cocking the gun. You took a deep breath before pulling the trigger.

3rd person POV

        Your father heard the gun fire and immediately ran into your room seeing your body on the soft carpet of your floor. He ran over to you and held your body close, the same way you did to Yoongi. He already knew that there was nothing he could do, it was a clean shot through the head. He noticed the folded note still in your hand. He took it out, unfolded it, and read it.

        Three days later was your wake, and the next day was your funeral. Everyone from your fathers gang was there. Some surprised at what you did, some confused, but all were sad. You were too young to go. Your dad replaced your flowers every week making sure they were always fresh.

"I remember the day your mom told me she was pregnant with you, man I was terrified." He chuckled. "I wanted to protect your from the world, and believe me baby I tried. Maybe I tried too hard."

He looked over at your gravestone, tears slowly falling.

"I wish I could've seen your wedding. It would've been beautiful, just like my babygirl. Well honey, I'll be by same time next week to see you and Yoongi." He smiled as he kissed your grave getting up.

 "I'm sorry Yoongi, I wish I got to know you. You would've been the perfect man for my daughter, but you guys are happy up there." He smiled walking away.

Jeez whats with me and these sad ass stories the fuck?! Well don't worry I promise the next one is cute <3