Date: ‪October 15th‬
Time: ‪8:27pm‬
Location: The emergency room
Mood: SO SHOW ME (I'LL SHOW YOU)
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Y/n sat by the hospital bed Jimin was currently situated in, her hands over her face as she tried to shrink into the corner. Thankfully they'd gotten him here before he'd lost a significant amount of blood and the medical professionals had stapled his wound together.

"ON DAYS WHERE I HATE MYSEEEELF~" he belted out at the top of his lungs, "~FOR BEING ME, ON DAYS WHERE I WANT TO DISAPPEAR FOREVEEEEER~"

Y/n wished she could disappear. Maybe the wall would open up and send her into the jungle of Jumanji, or into the upside down. Whatever, as long as it wasn't here.

"LET'S MAKE A DOOR. IT'S IN YOUR HEART!" His head whipped around until he spotted her and pointed a finger her way. She avoided eye contact at all costs and noticed a magazine lying nearby. Maybe if she pretended to read no one would know they were together?

"OPEN THE DOOR AND THIS PLACE WILL AWAAAAAIT~" he'd been doing this ever since whatever pain medicine they'd given him had kicked in. Over the course of her life there had many occasions where Y/n had been been sure that she would die of embarrassment, but this moment took the cake.

The strangest thing of all was that none of the nurses or staff blinked an eye. This all seemed good and well to them, which begged the question. What kind of horrors went on in the ER that the general public were unaware of?

"Y/N, I'M SINGING TO YOU, BABY!" Jimin looked and sounded completely demented. His shirt had been a long sleeved one and they'd cut it off a while ago. Soon after he had refused to put on a hospital gown for whatever reason. It made her feel ten times more shy than she usually did, and she wasn't sure why she hadn't passed out yet.

Not only that, but he was still covered in blood and now his eyes were glazed over, his usually kempt hair sticking up in every direction.

"Y/N!" he called her again, bringing her to pull on her hair so that it shielded her face to create a sort of wall between them. "Y/N! IT'S THE MAGIC SHOP!"

And they wouldn't let her leave until his ride got here. She had no idea why or how that rule worked. All she was sure of was that someone named 'Tae Tae' was on their way to come pick Jimin up. When she questioned why she couldn't just take him home herself the nurse gave her this terrifyingly stern look that made her seal her mouth shut and question no more.

Sometimes she hated that she was such a wuss. Sometimes meaning all the time.

"Y/N, YOU LITTLE RED MARSHMALLOW!" he whined and kicked at the blankets.
"Look at meeeee!"

Why did he insist on calling her that? It was either red or marshmallow or both, and she was confused on why either one applied to her. And marshmallow was just insulting. They weren't even vegetarian.

"Y/nnnnn!" he whined and kicked once more, reminding her strongly of her toddler sister when she begged for candy. "Look at me or I'll sing again." he warned.

Anything but that.

Slightly panicked, she pushed her hair behind her ear and looked in his direction to find him waiting with two matching finger hearts and a crooked smile.

Did this man not realize he was risking her life by acting like this? No, he didn't. He just wanted to sit there and be high and half naked like this, while her face burnt to a crisp. He should be jailed for attempted murder.

Or something.

"I should shift, you know." he rambled. Dropping his hands, he attempted to prop his head in one palm but failed miserably and his face slapped into the pillow. "You would like my wolf better. But he's so weird, ya know? Like, who wants to mark their mate on the ear? No one, that's who."

She only nodded in response. Evidently he was going to start talking nonsense now, but that was ok. As long as it wasn't drawing attention their way.

"I'm sorry I scared you. You're a cute marshmallow baby and don't deserve it. But don't worry-" his eyes suddenly grew intense and she stared at a spot on his forehead to help her endure. It didn't help much. "I'm going to find Yoongi." he promised. "And I'm going to sit on him."

There was nothing she could say to that even if her mind weren't blank. Y/n had no idea what was going on anymore. This was more confusing that the first season of Lost.

Jimin decided to torture her more by dropping his tone into a husky, flirtatious one and drawling, "you're my soulmate, jagiya." At this announcement her face became so scorchingly hot she was sure it would leave a burn.

Half-naked Jimin, which, without a shirt, he didn't look so much like a tiny man anymore, laying in bed, smiling at her. Flirting with her. Looking at her like she placed all the stars in the sky.

Needless to say, it was wholly overwhelming.

"BLUE WHALES EAT HALF A MILLION CALORIES IN ONE MOUTHFUL!"

The usually soft tone of her voice was gone and replaced with a strangled, squeaky sound. The action caused her throat to ache and she choked on a breath she took right after, which caused her to cough and wheeze.

This was it. He'd finally killed her.

Then, because her life had already started down shit's creek, it decided to get worse.

Another handsome young man entered the scene, dressed like an attractive hobo in a bucket hat, baggy shirt and Gucci flip flops. Without thinking he reached over and patted her on the back, asking if she needed water.

Then all hell broke lose.

The IV pole crashed to the floor as Jimin, looking every part a bloody, demented madman tore across the small space with an almighty growl, straight for the other guy's throat.

Terrified, Y/n shrieked and covered her head, just as the hobo guy caught him halfway and body slammed him to the floor in a bear hug, all with a happy smile on his face.

As Jimin thrashed and screamed obscenities, the other guy held him down and smiled her way, as if all of this was completely normal.

"Hi, I'm Taehyung! You must be Y/n."

She did not want to know how this strange man knew her name. Hesitantly she nodded, looking from him to Jimin, whose continued attempts at overthrowing his opponent were unsuccessful, and who continually screamed something about "mine." Idly she wondered how strong Taehyung was, and just where his supernatural like strength came from.

Even with Taehyung holding him down with a knee on his chest, Jimin managed to land a punch on his jaw. "Don't talk to her!" her seethed. "Don't even look at her!"

"Y/n, you can leave, I'll handle this." The cute smile he sent her way brought another blush to her face, infuriating Jimin all the more.

"That's it!" he screamed, and without another word, lifted up the baggy shirt of Taehyung's, exposing an adorable tummy that closely resembled a plum. Y/n gasped and hid her face as she ran out of the curtain, just as Jimin blew a loud raspberry on the exposed skin. She had to get out, it was a blood bath in there!

Strangely, (or maybe not so strangely) none of the staff seemed to be paying any mind to the ruckus behind curtain three, and so no one threw any pointed glances her way. Walking out, she tried to avoid looking at any of the patients, some on stretchers in the hallway, some behind curtains, and did her best to stay out of the way of the rushing staff.

She'd nearly made it out when she realized they'd driven Jimin's car here. Calling Seo-Joon to pick her up would be like asking for an interrogation. He'd want to know why she was there, who she had driven, why she had done that, and so on and so forth. So walking it was. It wasn't an unwanted prospect. Exercise was good and would give her some time to think about all that had happened today.

It was a strange day. And of course in the center, and the main perpetrator of that strangeness was Park Jimin.

First with the unprecedented gifts. Second the rose burning and the maniacal gleam in his eye while doing so. Next the shelf breaking. How had the shelf broken? Not only broken, but the metal was bent and twisted at an odd angle she couldn't understand. Then he had cut clean through an artery. Cutting a vein would have been bad enough but an artery was more dangerous. Good thing she had a clear understanding on the human body and had been there to stem the flow of blood.

Lastly...the fist fight with his friend.

...there was no sense of that she could make, no matter how she looked at it.

So she decided to ignore it. Pretend it didn't happen. Act like it wasn't there. People left, and eventually, Jimin would too. She just had to be patient.

"Yo, Velma."

She had stepped out to the other side of the automatic doors when a very tired and worn-down Hyuna greeted her. Her hair hung in a low, messy ponytail and there were bags under her eyes. If she hadn't seen her just that morning, Y/n would think she'd been here for days.

"H-hi." she lowered her eyes so that the older woman wouldn't think she was staring. Even looking exhausted she was still somewhat intimidating.

"You ok?" Hyuna questioned, looking her up and down for injuries. "Or did ya put someone in here?"

Eyes widening, she quickly shook her head. "No! I-I didn't! Are," she swallowed any excess saliva to gain courage, "are you ok?"

One of the blonde's shoulders lifted. "Eh. I'm never ok. Anyhoo, you needa ride?"

Lost between wanting to ask further, and worried about prying too much, she was stuck in her thoughts until Hyuna threw an arm over her shoulders and tugged her along.

"I'll take that as a yes. You like motorcycles?"

"Uh-" No, she did not. Not that Y/n had ever ridden on one, but the idea of it seemed scary. And she was not one to easily step out of her comfort zone. Ready to decline Hyuna's offer, she opened her mouth to reply when she caught sight of the bike. Lime green, with shiny handlebars and a black leather seat. Seo-Joon would drool if he saw it.

Hyuna opened the storage compartment and tossed over a matching green helmet which she fumbled with before gaining a good grip on it. Once she felt the weight of it in her hand, the idea of riding this thing came back full force.

"I can't." her eyes moved down the panel she knew was covering the engine. Why did it seem bigger than it should?

"C'mon Velma. You a baby?" Hyuna teased, sticking her tongue out when Y/n shot her a hesitant glare. "Look, I've been driving this thing since I was fourteen. I know what I'm doing."

"Really?"

"Yeah," she waved a hand as though to push all her worries aside. "I might not have a license but-"

"W-what!"

"I'm kidding." she giggled and pulled out her wallet for Y/n to see. "Let's go, c'mon, I'll cry if you don't come with me."

Y/n gave her a look of disbelief. Why would this girl she had just met today cry over her not getting on her motorcycle? And why must it be a motorcycle? The one thing her step dad had always warned her against. Although now that she was faced with it, she couldn't recall if that was motorcycles she was supposed to stay away from, or the boys who rode them. Most likely it was both. And armed with the knowledge of what a person looked like after crashing on one of these things, Y/n found herself less inclined to take Hyuna up on the offer.

A sigh from her right cut into her thoughts as Hyuna groaned. "Velma, have you ever stepped out of your shell? Or do ya plan to live in there yer whole life?"

What had her life come to? Where did these people come from and why wouldn't they leave her alone? One day she was alone and in her own space and the next it was being invaded, one person declaring to be her soulmate while the other wanted to take her for moonlit bike rides.

Taking Hyuna's offer was harder than it should have been. On one hand it was easy because Y/n wasn't the one reaching out, instead someone was holding a hand out to her. But on the other, her cynical side wanted to question Hyuna for the reason she was being so nice and why she was offering to give her a ride in the first place.

Then, a third side. What if she did accept? Did that mean they were friends, or at least had a friendly rapport? And if they were, what if they did become friends and in the end the other girl decided that it wasn't worth it, that Y/n wasn't worth it, and decided to leave her anyway? That would leave her in the same position she'd started in, except more broken. More crushed. More abandoned.

So, no. It was best to cut off any ties, friendly or not, before it got to a point where she would end up being the hurt one, yet again. She wanted to accept. Deep down she yearned for that friendship, or any type of connection. But in the end, it was best to push them away before they had the chance to hurt her first.

She couldn't say how long she had thought it over as she stared down at the helmet held against her chest, nor could she tell you what her facial expression had been like. While Y/n had a hard time reading people. On the flip side, her face was one easily read, and feelings outwardly projected.

Before she knew it, or understood why, Hyuna had taken the helmet from her and wrapped her up in a tight, but comforting embrace. With one hand patting her back and the other pushing her head to rest on her shoulder, she spoke.

"Look, someone hurt you I just know it. Point em' out for me I'll kick their ass for ya, k? Whatever it is, I'm sure it ain't yer fault. No matter what you think, it wasn't your fault."

The words hit harder that she would like to admit. Did Hyuna know what she'd been through? Surely not but still the words were there and she couldn't deny it. Or agree with it. It was her fault her dad left. If only she'd been a more loving daughter, a better behaved kid, maybe if she'd always obeyed and never had to be scolded, did her homework on time and let him know exactly how much she loved him and didn't want him to leave. If only she had done any of those, maybe he wouldn't have left.

Hyuna didn't know. She didn't understand. No one understood. She just wanted to talk and try to comfort her to make herself feel like a good person. Obviously she pitied her. Why would she say such a thing as if she had any inkling of her life?

And yet. Tears came out anyway, falling silently until they hit the shoulder she rested her head on. Painfully she clenched her teeth together to keep them in but it was futile. When they decided to come out they weren't going back in.

"Whatever it is, I promise it gets better."

She wanted to push Hyuna away as much as she wanted to hug her closer. The mix of feelings was frustrating and it made her feel more angry at herself than before. She couldn't fix her shyness, she couldn't make her dad love her, she couldn't even decide whether she wanted a hug or not. Why was she even trying at this point?

Her body seemed to come to a conclusion swifter than her mind, as she found herself wiggling out of the embrace.

"Sorry," she kept her eyes downcast, afraid of what she would find in the other woman's expression, and gave a short bow. "I...thank you." She said awkwardly before turning on her heel and putting as much distance between herself and any potential friend as she could.

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Edited 7/7/22