05.

| 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬. |

Yuri P.O.V

The very first thing I did, after waking up, was check my laptop.

Last night, I totally forgot that I had kept it for charging. Taehyung's injury, our argument, Mina and Yoongi's argument, all this completely took over my head, and it slipped my mind, that I had to switch it off after an hour.

I touched the screen, but immediately retracted my hand, letting out a hiss.

Why is it so hot?! Is it still charging?

I carefully removed the charging plug, but it was too late.

The laptop had steam coming out of it. Not a good sign.

I sighed. The laptop was a very old one, it had been a trusty partner of mine for almost nine years now.

Guess it's time to say goodbye.

Oh, wait, shit.

I couldn't get rid of this laptop. It had a lot of important information, and important things of mine in it. I can literally not live without it.

Whilst brushing my teeth, I decided to go the very same mall I had bought it from to get it repaired.

I could also buy some clothes for myself on the way.

I really needed to buy new clothes.

The last time I had gone clothes shopping was about seven months back, and that was only because I had to leave half of my closet at the old house, because of a very sudden and unwelcome ambush in the middle of the night.

My old clothes were now fading away, and becoming old.

I need something to freshen up my dull closet full of fading black and grey clothes.

Maybe add a little colour?

With thoughts of what type of clothes I should buy, I walked through the corridor. A loud sob made me halt my movements.

I stood still, listening carefully, when I heard another sob, but it was slightly muffled this time.

I would've walked away from there, but when I heard someone painfully retching, I widened my eyes.

I followed the source of the noise, and found myself standing in front of Mina's room.

Was she sick? Why was she vomiting?

When I heard another loud cry, filled with pain, I pushed the door open, not bothering to knock.

The inside of her room was a complete mess; the sheets looked as if someone had rolled on the bed all night long, writhing.

Her clothes were thrown here and there, as if she couldn't care less about them.

Used tissues were littering the ground. I tiptoed around the tissues, towards the attached bathroom of her room.

I pushed the slightly open door, and found Mina emptying last night's dinner down the commode, her hair coming in her way.

I rushed forward to hold her hair back and pat her back comfortingly.

After a few more painful retches, she sat on floor of the bathroom, glancing at me. She nodded in acknowledgment, silently thanking me, before sniffling.

I helped her get on her feet, and wash her face. Mina took the bottle of water I was holding out to her, and drank a few sips from it.

I stared at her face and realised that she had been crying, for a long time.

Her eyes were so puffed up, that it was a wonder that she was even able to see anything.

Her nose and ears were red, and her face had tear stains all over it.

Mina had been crying to the point where she literally began throwing up, I realised.

I gently pulled her with me towards her bed, carefully setting her down, before taking a seat beside her myself.

"Are you okay?" I asked slowly.

Mina stared at the ground for a while before nodding slightly. "Yeah, I'm okay now."

"What was this about?"

I gestured at the mess that was her room, but didn't really need to, because both of us knew what I was insinuating.

"The cramps are so bad this time. I couldn't sleep all night and ended up crying. I-I ate a few pills, but they still hurt." Mina was sobbing again by the end of her sentence.

I was alarmed. It must be really severe then.

"How many pills did you eat?" I asked, patting her back comfortingly. She held out one finger, still crying.

"Oh, and you know, the mood swings too. Random waves of sadness, et cetera," Mina suddenly stopped crying, wiping her eyes, laughing slightly.

"God, I must seem so crazy right now."

"No you don't, I totally get you," I said laughing along, glad that she wasn't crying again.

"Take care, okay? Eat lots of food and drink plenty of water. Staying hydrated is key." The doctor side of me suddenly came out.

Mina laughed again. "You're talking as if I'm not a doctor myself. I'm supposed to be the therapist slash physician."

I scratched my head, laughing along. She was right.

Mina was a specialist in physical therapies and physical injuries. A physiotherapist.

I was the surgeon, in charge of all the internal injuries.

"Well, isn't a doctor supposed to be an all-rounder?" I joked.

"Yeah. They are," Mina sniffled. "Thanks for caring though. Seems like you're the only one in the house that does." She muttered the latter part quite inaudibly, but I heard her.

"Things going wonky with Yoongi?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" She asked, suddenly becoming defensive.

"I, uh, heard some shouting last night. From Yoongi's room."

"You did, huh. . ."

"Yeah. What were you both arguing about?"

"Me? I wasn't even with Yoongi last night, much less have an argument with him," Mina said, fidgeting with her fingers. "Maybe it was Hoseok and Yoongi."

"Hoseok? I don't think so. I clearly heard your voice, shouting at Yoongi," I said, staring at Mina.

"What time last night?" She asked.

"Around quarter to four in the morning, after they came back home." 'With a bloodied Taehyung,' I wanted to add, but it was obviously not required.

"Oh, yeah, I was with Yoongi around that time. His shoulder had started hurting again. That injury probably didn't heal fully, so I went to see what happened." Mina spoke, a bit too fast.

I scrutinised her movements and tone of speaking and realised that she was lying.

A very convincing lie, I may add.

If I wasn't there last night, literally listening to her shout, I would have totally believed that she was indeed there, just to treat Yoongi's shoulder.

"But, is something going on between you both?" I asked, for confirmation, because none of them actually ever admitted to it; it was just a tiny bit obvious, which is why I was assuming that they did something before.

"What makes you say so? There's nothing going on between us, Yuri."

"I don't know, I've noticed that you've been spending quite some time around his room."

"Like I said, it's for his shoulder. It requires a lot of care, which is why I'm around him a bit more. He's just another one of the Mafia shits I have to treat medically," she said, sighing.

I frowned. Another one of the Mafia shits?

Apparently Mina heard my thoughts, because she hurriedly added, "You know, Yoongi, Hoseok, Taehyung. They're the Mafia shits I'm talking about."

"Mina. I hope you know that you can tell anything,"

She nodded.

"Literally anything, whether it's about yourself, your health, the guys' health, or any secret relationship you may be in. . ." I trailed off, staring at a now wide-eyed Mina.

"Yuri—"

"No, I really mean it. Has something happened between you and Yoongi?" I asked, adamantly.

"Oh, look, it's 11 A.M already! I'm sure the cook must've set out the breakfast by now. Let's go quickly, otherwise we won't be getting any food today." Mina jumped up, and walked out of the room.

I stared at her furthering figure.

Why won't you tell me anything, Mina?

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A / N

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