Locked

My Love💖: Baby I miss you

My Love💖 : You know I love you

My Love💖 : Soo Ji meant nothing to me

My Love💖 : Aemin, I know you're reading these

My Love💖 : C'mon stop being so stubborn

My Love💖 : let's talk about it okay?

My Love💖 : Can't you just be mature for once in your life?

My fingers dug into the sides of my cell phone, a swell of hopeless anger bubbling up my chest, the pressure to leave dull red lines along my fingertips.

I took a sharp breath, the oddly soothing scent of rain and sweat attacking my senses.

I laid sprawled across the cool hardwood floor of the dance studio, the thrumming of the bass match up with the throbbing of my oncoming headache.

"Jungkook. Dude. Bro. Bitch. Hoe. Jeon Cena. Sweetheart. Weirdo. Ugh," I called lovingly as I rolled in boredom, trying to ignore the flashing of my phone.

"I did something for you."

"Can you please stop?"

"Look at my surprise, child!"

"Seagull Boi!"

"I will yeet my shoe at your head!" I ranted in annoyance as he continued to dance silently, only opening his mouth to breathe.

I let out an agitated sigh, tilting my head back and massaging the bridge of my nose.

I pushed my self off the floor into a crouch, my legs tensing in anticipation.

Launching myself forward, I slid across the smooth floor, my hands successfully clasping around Jungkook's ankle. He stumbled slightly from the new weight that was hanging off his leg as I clung around the limb like a monkey.

"What the-"

"Hi, how are you?" I asked innocently as if my entire body wasn't pressed up against him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his heavy breathing breaking in between his words.

"Whatever you want me to be doing, baby," I said in a low suggestive voice, wiggling my eyebrows creepily at him. His confused face contorted and wrinkled into one of disgust as he peered down the disturbing way my face twisted.

It probably looked like I was having a seizure.

"No? Okay, let's not do that." I coughed awkwardly, dropping my smirk for a simple smile.

"It's time for lunch!" I sang in my tone-deaf voice, trying to quell the excitement welling up inside me.

"So?" Jungkook asked in annoyance.

I lifted a hand, a face-splitting grin coating my face.

"Wait here." I let go of him, tripping over my self as I raced towards the door.

I had forgotten how nice cooking for someone else felt, the rush you get when they taste your work and the way you can put all your positive or negative emotions into something without having to say a word.

After the whole drunken conversation we had, which I doubt he remembers, I decided to go along with his whole family concept that he had and packed him a lunch.

Giddiness rose up my chest when my eyes landed on the colorfully wrapped lunchbox that I had woken up before the sun had risen to prepare, which explains my headache, but it's definitely worth it.

I practically bounced as I bent over to pick up, suddenly a force behind me shoved my body out the door, I slammed down onto the floor the box clattering out my outstretched fingers.

Before I could process what was going on the door slammed shut the click of a lock resounding unnaturally loud around the empty hallway.

I peered through the sheet of dark hair covering my face, confusion marring my features.

What the heck just happened?

Did he just-

Oh, this bitch.

"Jeon Jungkook!" I screeched flipping the hair out of my face as an angry fire tore from my throat.

That little fuck.

I picked myself off the floor, trying not to pay mind to my hard work that was scattered at my feet.

I wiggled the doorknob to confirm my suspicions.

This fuck face locked me out.

A frustrated scream tore through my throat as I stomped at the floor.

Actually stomped, like a child throwing a tantrum.

I let out a bitter laugh, I guess Hanuel was right, I can't be mature for a minute. I slid down the door, hot disappointment coursing through my veins as I tucked my face into my knees.

I never thought I'd appreciate Yoongi's hostility, but with him I know I can't let my guard down, that I have to remain wary.

The rest of them smile and act like they're okay with my presence, but the second I leave I can practically feel their relief flooding the room.

Jungkook and I were getting somewhere, I was sure of it. What happened?

I shook my head, tilting forward so I was kneeling in front of my now inedible glass noddles and kimbap.

It was so cold, the kind of cold that settles inside of you and swells until all you are is a block of unfeeling ice.

The worst part is that I wasn't upset, simply disappointed, which for some reason is so much worse.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek trying focus on something, anything. It was useless, I was simply done with this shit, I wanted to quit.

But I can't, It's not even an option. I need this money, so all I can do is take this in stride and keep smiling and laughing. I know that the second I stop being happy is the second I allow the monsters to get in and infest my positivity.

A scream tore through the silence, it was the kind of scream that made your blood run cold and the hairs on the back your neck stand at attention. It was so raw, so human, curdling in complete agony.

I shot up, ignoring the pain shooting up my leg at the sudden action. I limped to the window, what was on the other side sent a ripple of hysteric nausea through me.

Jungkook lay crippled and writhing on the floor, spurts of agonized yells tearing from his throat. He was in so much pain that his skin turned ashen, the healthy golden hue sunken down to something so matte and lifeless it scared me.

I somehow found it in my immobile shell of a body to scream, my eyes wide with horror, mouth rigid and open, panic hot and writhing through me.

I threw my useless body at the door, the adrenaline masking the pain that was no doubt there.

I couldn't do anything. It was completely useless, I am useless. I buried my face into my palms, trying to calm the uncontrollable wave of panicked sobs that was making my chest rattle like a toy.

I needed to think.

My eyes focused on the window, the desperate idea wrapping around my brain.

Fuck it.

I smashed my elbow into the glass causing it to shatter into thousands of glittering fragments, forming hundreds of knives to fall against my unprotected skin.

I didn't feel or hear anything, it was like I was underwater, the panic slowly drowning me and stealing my senses.

Drops of crimson stained my clothes, the thick liquid bubbling from the hundreds of cuts scattered across my skin. I stood on my tiptoes and unlocked the door, sending my body towards Jungkook's crippled form.

I dropped to my knees next to him, his unceasing grunts of pain sending shots of anxiety at me. I looked across his body, trying to pinpoint what exactly happened, my eyes landing on his whitened knuckles wrapped around his left leg.

I lifted a sticky hand to lift up his pant leg.

"No! No! Don't touch me! Please!" He screamed through gritted teeth, his face crumpled in pain, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Okay, okay, I won't touch you, I won't touch you," I whispered through a fresh wave of hysteria.

I got up on shaky legs, my body carrying to my phone a few feet away.

"You can't leave me, Aemin, please don't leave me, please," Jungkook cried, reaching out to clasp his hand around my ankle, his voice soaked in desperation, making me burst out in sobs again.

"I'm not leaving, baby, I'm staying right here." I kneeled down next to him, my phone ringing against my ear.

I held his cold hand, he squeezed back so hard I'm sure it'll bruise by tomorrow, but I can't say I cared.

"Namjoon there was an accident, I need you to get the paramedics, please!" I hiccuped into the phone, my stomach rolling.

I wasn't allowed to call the paramedics directly, it could endanger Jungkook's care and privacy, so I had to call either the company or one the members.

"Aemin? What happened?" His voice was concerned and grim, but I couldn't find it in myself speak properly.

"Hurry, I'm begging you."

The paramedics, along with a very worried set of hyungs showed up 10 minutes later, the sight of them made a rush relief run through me and the adrenaline drain out.

A sharp pain set in my arms and elbow, my breath going fast and shaky. My face wrinkled, dropping my head and pressing my forehead against Jungkook's and my interlocked hands.

A group of men lifted Jungkook on to a stretcher, making me run along after them as the dark haired boy refused to let go of my hand.

The rest of Bangtan quickly followed after us, speaking in hushed whispers, concerned tension making it hard to breathe.

Everything was a blur, it was like I wasn't even in my own body as I was being rushed away onto the back of an ambulance, trying to pry Jungkooks fingers off me with no avail as we were told only one other person could ride with Jungkook.

I pressed my cheek against his shoulder as the vehicle started moving, my eyelids going heavy and exhaustion flowing through my veins.

"Would you like us to patch you up as well?" I shook my head tiredly at the female medic shooting a tight smile at me as she started working on Jungkook, who had passed out long ago.

"No, please just focus on him for now." I turned my head to take a look at what they were doing.

"Is it a tibial plateau fracture?" I asked quietly, my eyes narrowed at Jungkook's already swollen knee.

The medics looked at me in surprise, eyebrows disappearing into their hairlines. I'm taking that as a yes.

"Will he need surgery?"

"Yes he will, but your boyfriend was very lucky, after only a few months of physical therapy he should be able to have full control over his knee range." I didn't even bother correcting her, the rush of relief making my head spin.

"That's good," I whispered, trying my best to keep my eyes open. I reached up to play with the ends of Jungkooks hair, counting his breaths as a mean to focus on something.

A pool of anger began to settle in my stomach as I watched Jungkooks eyelashes flutter in his sleep.

None of this would have happened if he just listened to me.

I try, everyone around him tries so hard to keep him safe, and it's like he doesn't even give two shits about it.

I'm sick of it.

Now he has no choice to listen to us because now he physically can't keep pulling this shit.

He brought it upon himself, so why do I feel so bad about it?

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A/N

Lmao I felt like such an emo bitch after writing this

I lowkey almost cried tbh

Anyway is it weird that I literally give you like personalities and like voices too, like I read your comments in different voices

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