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kdreamscenario · 8 years ago

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Lunatic: Part XI

BTS Mythical!AU You x Yoongi

Rated: PG Angst, Some Cursing

Word Count: 3300 Part X | Part XII

Once Jungkook and Jimin left the house, Yoonseok made two phone calls. The first to his parents to tell them to come home for the night. In case you had agreed to help Yoongi through the rut they wanted to give some space. They weren’t too keen on hearing their son doing those sort of things.

The second phone call was to the doctor. He asks the doctor to come a little sooner after explaining the situation. It’s good timing that he’s almost finished with his visit to Hoseok. He lets Yoonseok know he’ll head that way very soon.

It’s unsettling to Yoonseok just how silent the house is, particularly how quiet Yoongi’s room is. He expects his brother to be tearing at the walls and trying to escape. If he couldn’t smell him he’d be worried that he had snapped his neck on the collar.

Their parents and the doctor arrive not too long after the phone calls. Yoonseok retells the story of what happened to all three of them in the living room. The doctor inspects and treats his arm while they listen.

“It unfortunately sounds as though our best option isn’t going to work now.” The doctor speaks evenly. “Yoongi seems to be far too out of control to let him near any females for a while without more mating mistakes happening. You said that he was acting much better this morning until he had contact with the girl he considers his mate. That’s actually good news.”

The doctor pauses to go through his medicine bag. He takes out two pill bottles and continues. “The human Yoongi must not be too far gone if he’s made an appearance after two days. I was expecting it to be much longer. I’m going to give him a sedative to make him sleep deeply for another 12 hours. Then I’ll give him a bit larger dose of suppressants. Hopefully the sleep will heal and reset him like it seemed to already do.”

The doctor and Yoonseok enter Yoongi’s room slowly. He’s bound to still be sensitive about the earlier events. The first thing they see is Yoongi in his wolf form on the floor. All of his clothes lie scattered around him. He’s laying in the same spot at the end of his chain where they left him hours ago.

The collar is made with two thick rubber rings to allow a bit of stretch in case of the wearer shifting but it’s still incredibly tight. Yoongi’s breathing is shallow and labored.

Yoongi locks eyes with his brother as soon as he’s in sight. Yoongi’s eyes flash but Yoonseok knows better. He looks away quickly and scoffs at the poor attempt by his little brother.

“Yoongi. You know you can’t use those tricks on me. I don’t know what you have planned but you can forget it.” Yoonseok scolds the younger. Yoongi huffs but keeps watching them.

Yoonseok does his best to distract Yoongi with words while the doctor carefully aims the dart gun. All of it is in clear sight to him but Yoongi is only focused on his brother. His lips turned up in a snarl and a clear growl notes the displeasure he feels.

The doctor easily aims for Yoongi’s flank. With a small puff of pressurized air, the dart hits its target. Yoongi yelps and jumps to his feet. He struggles trying to remove the offending needle. The doctor had specifically aimed for a spot that would be difficult for him to reach.

The sedative kicks in shortly after and Yoongi stumbles back to the floor. The doctor and Yoonseok wait a few more minutes to be sure he’s knocked out cold. They have plenty of time to administer the extra suppressant and give him a small check-up.

A few hours later the sedative wears off. Yoongi blearily wakes for a moment but by then it’s late and Yoongi is tired. He falls back asleep before anything really sits in from the day.

When he wakes for the second time it’s early afternoon. The small bit of sunlight through the blinds is enough for him to look around his room. He notices first that he’s back in his bed but naked. His neck feels bruised and sore around the collar but it’s not tight anymore. He must have fazed back to his human form.

The more he wakes the more he starts to regain his memories from the day before. It’s like a terrible nightmare is coming back to haunt him. The guilt hits him hard as soon as Yoonseok comes in. He sees the thick tape wrapped around Yoonseok’s arm and his heart sinks.

As their routine Yoonseok removes Yoongi’s collar. He watches Yoongi carefully as he goes to the bathroom, washes, has breakfast, and even helps him put some ointment on the raw parts of his neck. Neither of them really speak until he’s taking Yoongi back to his room.

Yoonseok puts the collar back on Yoongi carefully. He turns to leave but Yoongi finally speaks. “Hyung.” It’s soft, barely audible. Yoongi leaves a long pause and waits for Yoonseok to turn and face him.

For the first time since he’s been home Yoonseok thinks that Yoongi really looks like his cute little brother. He looks so small and defeated. Yoonseok nearly forgives him right away.

Yoongi takes in a slow shaky breath and continues. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This shouldn’t have happened.” Yoongi lowers his head and takes long deep breaths. He doesn’t want to cry now, not when he’s trying to apologize.

Yoonseok squeezes Yoongi’s shoulder softly and ruffles his hair. He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t really need to. The touch is enough for Yoongi. Yoonseok isn’t quite ready to say it’s okay or that Yoongi doesn’t need to worry. None of this is really over yet.

They give each other one more look before Yoonseok heads out of the room. Yoongi lays on the bed for a while just thinking. He thinks over what happened yesterday. All the memories of it feel like an out of body experience. He knows it was him but it didn’t feel like he did them.

That’s the terrifying part of when his wolf takes over. His human brain doesn’t get much of a choice other than to take a back seat and try to regain control.

His thoughts back track in order. The purely animalistic way he treated his friends and his brother yesterday really frightens him. For his actions he wouldn’t be surprised if his family disowned him and he was kicked out of Bangtan.

He’s never felt a single ounce of hatred towards Jungkook before. For that matter he’s never had ill thoughts about Jimin, Taehyung, or Hoseok either. The jealousy and over protectiveness of his wolf has lead him to nearly kill and harm so many of those closest to him.

The guilt eats him alive. Simply because he adores you too much it’s put people in danger. Even then he wouldn’t blame you. It’s his emotions out of control. It’s not your fault they are directed at you.

Yoongi thinks that maybe he should stay chained to his bed like this for the rest of his life. Then everyone would be safe. It’s a fleeting thought that he knows won’t really work. He’s still an idol after all.

Putting asinine plots behind Yoongi knows he needs to do something. He needs to get on the group chat and say a few apologies. He needs to get a plan together with the others. They’re supposed to go back to Seoul tomorrow.

Yoongi rolls to the side and picks up his phone. Again there’s no surprise that there’s a list of missed messages. Then he sees your name on the header and freezes. He hasn’t even read the messages yet but his stomach flips. Somehow he knows they won’t be happy words.

Sickness wells in his throat but he swallows it down. The smartest course is to leave your texts for last. Get the business talk out of the way first.

He reads through the Bangtan group chat. Jimin had already said in short form what had happened yesterday. All of the replies are concerns for everyone that was involved. Yoongi can’t believe they actually care if he’s okay.

Further down the feed they have already discussed the return trip. There’s going to be a group meeting at the studio once everyone has returned. That’s a meeting that Yoongi is already dreading.

Yoongi contemplates whether he should spill out his thoughts over text or at the meeting. He should really do it in person but he doesn’t want to wait. Besides he’s sure they’re all waiting to hear from him. Perhaps doing both is the best option.

The chat has been empty for over an hour and that gives Yoongi a bit more courage.

-Hey

-Thanks for the well wishes

-I’m meeting tonight with my doctor but I should be there tomorrow

-I’ll do a better job when I see you but just want to say I’m sorry to everyone.

It’s not a lot but the words lift a bit of the pressure on his shoulders.

Namjoon is the first to reply with a “We’ll be glad to see you hyung.” It’s a very leader thing for him to do. A few of the others give short replies or emojis. Then he’s faced with the other messages. There’s one private message from Namjoon to wish him well and cheer him up. The others are from you.

The screen sits untouched for a long minute and he lets it go black. Yoongi doesn’t want to open those messages. A nap before reading them and waiting for after dinner sounds great. Anything to stall the pain he knows those messages will inflict.

When you and the boys woke in the morning it was snowing. Jimin headed home to spend his last day with his family. You were admiring the soft white flakes while seeing Jimin off. You said it was pretty and that somehow gave Jungkook the idea that you needed to go for a park walk to cheer you up.

At first it really worked. You weren’t thinking about Yoongi. You were enjoying time with your best friend. It all felt so nostalgic to stroll around the familiar park together.

The problem with snow in Busan is that it hardly ever stays snow. It quickly switched to a slushy rain mix. The both of you end up soaked through by the time you make it back to Jungkook’s house.

So now you’re snuggled on his couch with dry clothes and a cup of your favorite tea. There’s still a chill in your bones with just your own clothes and Jungkook notices you shiver. He makes you put on one of his big hoodies and wraps you up in a blanket.

It’s so comfortable in this familiar place. Jungkook still tries to keep your mind busy. He puts on the next episode of the drama you’ve been watching and brings out all kinds of snacks.

The drama keeps you focused for a good forty minutes until there’s the typical slow motion first kiss scene. It’s so cheesy and unrealistic both of you gag and laugh about it.

The scene ends but your stupid brain gets stuck on kisses. More romantic kisses. More realistic and captivating kisses. You’re imagining thin lips curved in a sharp smirk. Then pressing searing marks over your neck. Burning gold swallows you whole.

“Y/N?” Jungkook snaps you out of your thoughts. “You okay? You’re shaking like there’s a ghost on the coffee table.” He hopes the joke changes your mood. All he gets is a forced smile and you insisting you’re fine.

The two of you turn back to the T.V. but Jungkook is watching you out of the corner of his eye. In no time your mind is wandered again. You think about where you are and how you’re curled up next to Jungkook. It makes you hyper aware of his smell. The crisp smell of clean laundry mixed with one of his favorite colognes.

Yoongi’s words from yesterday circle around your head. How much he hated smelling Jungkook on you. What else could he smell about Jungkook that you couldn’t?

Maybe it was insensitive of you not to think about the smell on you when you visited Yoongi. You knew he was unstable and should have considered things that would’ve set him off. It was a careless mistake. If you can easily smell Jungkook then it must’ve really been torture for Yoongi.

The worry and scared look on your face stays for another fifteen minutes. Jungkook can’t stand to see it. “Y/N.” This time he says your name in a strict warning tone. You snap out of your pity party and turn to your disgruntled friend.

“I see you thinking so hard it’s giving me a headache. Tell me about what you’re so worried about.” Jungkook sounds like a parent scolding their child more than a concerned friend. He even pauses the show to get your undivided attention.

You try your best to hide in the sweatshirt and avoid his look. “It’s nothing.” You mumble into the neck. Jungkook pulls the front of the clothing down away from your mouth. “Don’t be so stubborn.” He starts and goes to say more but the chirp of kakao from his phone cuts him off.

He gives you a stern look before turning to check the messages. His eyes stay on you until he has to look at the screen. He knows you too well that you’ll try to make a break for it once he’s distracted.

You really consider sneaking away to his room and locking yourself in. You’d never make it though and you know it. Jungkook would drop his phone and pin you to the floor before you’d even make it around the couch. Why had your friend grown into such a muscle pig?

The katalk keeps chirping. Jungkook’s face looks more and more annoyed as each message comes up. That peaks your interest and keeps you in your seat. He’s not typing back anything just watching the messages come up.

“Who is it?” You ask. Jungkook looks up like he forgot you were sitting there. “Uh. Yoongi hyung.” He grumbles looking back to the phone. “Guess he’s okay. Said he’s sorry to us.” Is all Jungkook gives you.

Yoongi is texting the guys. Does that means he’s seen your messages? You grab your phone out of the hoodie pouch. Why do you feel like you’re regretting this? There’s a sour taste in your mouth thinking about Yoongi reading your messages.

The panic settles when you open the messages. Yoongi hasn’t read them yet. There’s relief for a second but then you worry. He hasn’t read them yet but he will. He’s on his phone now and he’ll probably see them soon. Very soon. Like in real time and you can’t handle that.

After closing the screen you stuff your phone back into your pocket. Jungkook is on his phone for what feels like forever. It’s good that maybe the guys keep him occupied for a while. Though you do wish to get this over with.

The feel of your phone buzzing to alert Yoongi’s reply never comes. Even hours after Jungkook is off his phone. Not after you’ve said your goodnights and gone to bed. There’s nothing the next morning but they’re marked as read. No answer at all even a week later.

After dinner the doctor came to give his last check-up to Yoongi. To his surprise the boy is back to normal again. The changes in his behavior are abnormally fast. Besides his neck bruises Yoongi checks out fine.

The doctor gives him the all clear to go back to Seoul tomorrow. The only thing that worries him is how Yoongi will act around women for a while and maybe how his body will react to Jungkook. He gives Yoongi another extra dose of suppressant and a prescription to take daily.

Yoonseok had taken away Yoongi’s collar earlier in the afternoon seeing as he’d be free to leave the house tomorrow. Yoongi spent the rest of the night sitting with his family. It helped a lot to center his mind.

It’s not until they’ve all gone to bed that Yoongi finally decides to read your messages. He picks up his phone and sits at his desk. First he reads through the rest of the group chat messages that the other have written.

He backs out of the group chat and clicks your name before he can overthink it. It’s a stupid reflex that he looks away as if hurt by the messages when they come up. He huffs at how much of a whip he’s being. Finally he looks at the dreaded words.

The first read through barely sinks in. It’s like he’s built a wall up to keep anything he reads from hurting him. The wall is damn weak because by the time he’s finished with your third message the pain throbs in his chest.

There they are. The words he’d never wanted to see or hear from you. I think we shouldn’t see each other for a while. He reads that sentence over and over hoping he’d read it wrong. The sting hits worse each time he reads those damn words.

He’d really fucked this up. Anger and sadness flip flop through his head and make him dizzy. Tears well up until he physically can’t see those terrible words anymore. He blinks to clear his vision and let the tears roll thickly down his face. It doesn’t help since more tears keep forming. He’s not sure why he even wants to read those damn words again. But he can’t because he’s practically sobbing over the screen.

Since when had Min Yoongi been this emotional? He’s frustrated about everything being completely out of control. Anger clouds over the sadness, shaking him to the bone. He shouts a loud growling “Fuck!” and chucks his phone across the room. With a loud smack, the device hits the opposite wall and falls to the floor in shattered pieces.

He really hates this. All of the things that happened this week are his fault. His group should’ve been able to have a well deserved break but he had fucked everything up. Group dynamics are definitely going to be awkward for a while.

That’s bad enough without thinking of how he’s ruined his entire relationship in a few days. All he wanted was to have a nice normal relationship with you. He should’ve known better and you should’ve listened to Jungkook.

Yoongi can’t have normal relationships. He can’t have a normal anything because of the stupid beast in him. He really hates his wolf for what it’s made him do. It made you fear him instead of love him. It drove away one of the few precious people in his life.

Yoonseok comes rushing into Yoongi’s room after hearing the loud crash of his phone. He’s prepared to find his brother wild eyed and snarling again. It’s a shock to see him curled up crying in his desk chair.

Their parents come in behind him just as shocked. All three of them help Yoongi to calm down in the most comforting manner they can. His mother stays with him and ushers out the men. She gets Yoongi settled in bed and asks if he wants to talk. He shakes his head and she lets him be.

The house is quiet once again. Yoongi let’s his exhaustion take over. Sleep now would be better than sinking deeper into his self loathing this late at night.

-E.최

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