Hit.

Hit.

Hit.

And another hit.

"Agh!" I yelled out frustratedly as I hit the punching bag. I was furious, I was broken again. I promised myself to not let someone like him in, to not let anyone hurt me again, but I had failed and let my guard down.

I wiped the sweat off of my forehead with my wrist before sending a final punch, making the bag swing to the other side of the room. I threw the gloves onto the ground in anger.

Anger was all I could feel the past few days. Anger and hurt. I couldn't focus on anything else and punching was my only coping mechanism.

I placed 'punch bags' in my morning routine after my scars had healed, only healed enough for me to not have them split open. I had felt like this was my only escape.

On the first day when I got home, I had locked myself in my room without any food, and I still don't really eat now, either. Jimin and Taehyung would come to my house often to check on me, but they decided to move in for awhile considering my condition.

It hurts to think about how much he affected me. I sighed, grabbing my phone before heading upstairs to the kitchen. I was always up an hour earlier before Jimin and Taehyung woke up.

.

what?

what happened?

none of your goddamn businesses.

19 minutes ago

"This is toxic for you, Y/N". Jimin's voice came from before as he snatched my phone away from me. I found him placing my phone into his pocket—he used his hand to tilt my head towards him. "You can't just keep looking at photos of his—you need to stay strong." He whispered, smiling softly.

I've also been stalking Jungkook's account and it only makes me more sad than I already was. I couldn't cry anymore, though. I was more disappointed and upset than sad.

"Eat your food." Jimin said, walking to the other side of the counter. My hands stayed at their place, not touching the fork or syrup as I was in thought. I didn't exactly feel like eating either.

"You haven't been eating for days!" Jimin's voice raises at me. I jumped at the loud sound that echoed in the house. "Do you know how worried J- I am?" He asked. "I know you wake up and go to the gym room early in the morning. I know how angry and frustrated you are, but you have to consider your health too." I don't meet his eyes, he slams his hand on the counter, making me look up at him.

"It's been two days, Y/N, two fucking days. I understand that you are mourning and you're sad, but I'm not going to take that as an excuse not to eat!" He bursted. I must confirm that he is scary when he is mad.

"Now, you are either going to eat your breakfast or I will shove it into your mouth for you." Jimin finished, not giving me a third option.

I nodded my head, picking up the fork and placing bits of pancake into my mouth. "Jimin?" A deep voice called out.

"Yes, Taehyung-ah?" Jimin sighed, placing a hand onto the counter while he stroked his other hand through his hair.

"What were you yelling for?" He yawned, coming out of the guest room. My eyes widened as he stood half naked. Shirtless. I shook my head as I looked away and continued eating my pancakes.

"Y/N here wouldn't eat her damn pancakes so I told her if she didn't eat I'd shove it into her mouth for her." Jimin sighed like a stressed mother.

"Well, at least her skinny ass is eating now." Taehyung chuckled. [

"I'm sad, not deaf." I rolled my eyes, almost stomping the fork onto the pancake.

He raised his arms up in surrender before he grabbed a plate with pancakes on it. Jimin placed his hand over top, like he was about to grab the same plate. Their hands touched and I noticed a gleam in both of their eyes before it went away quickly, Jimin letting it go and Taehyung grabbing a fork to eat.

That's odd.

I finished my plate as Jimin takes it from me before I could protest. "I can wash them," I murmured.

"I got it." Jimin grabbed the bowl from me, but I resisted, insisting that I will do it. With both of our forces pulling, the plate flew into the air and shattered onto the ground seconds later, shards of ceramic flying everywhere on the floor.

I stood still, making sure I didn't step on any shards before Jimin's arms wrapped around me, picking me up and sitting me onto the granite countertop. He checked for any injuries before turning around to Taehyung. "Taehyung, take care of the shard in her leg and I'll clean this mess up."

Taehyung nodded before coming out with a first-aid kit. "Why do I need that?" I asked, completely unaware of the situation before Taehyung pointed towards it.

My eyes widen as I saw some blood dripping down my leg. "Sorry, this is going to sting a little," Taehyung says. Before I could comprehend what he was saying, he rips out the shard quickly and I gasp loudly, losing my breath for a second.

He applied pressure to the cut with a newly kitchen towel before he bandaged the wound up. "All better," he smiles.

"You owe me for breaking the bowl," Jimin smirks.

"What do you want, then?" I ask with a sigh.

"You need some fun in your life again, Y/N. You can't just watch movies and eat ice cream everyday for the rest of your life."

"You're really out here acting like my mother now," I sighed. "But you were saying...?" I asked, not catching on.

"We are going to the club tonight."

😭