It Started with a Small Favor

Y/N POV

I was at the apartment, waiting for my boyfriends to get home. I was released from the hospital and ordered to rest and eat well. I still struggled with eating a full meal, but it was better than it was before. After thinking about it and talking to my uncles about it, I realized I was also stressed and anxious. When I was younger, I was very anxious and had trouble eating full meals then as well. My parents had often spoken of it with my uncle when I was very young.
I spoke with my uncles for a long time, catching them up with everything in my life. They were happy and surprised when I told them I had added the Performance Minor to my studies. I had cried with them when they told me how proud they were of me.
I was in no way clear of all my childhood trauma, but I was progressing well. I told them my worries about the man who had kidnapped me finding me again and how I feel about being a burden to the guys.

“Honey, have you told them how you feel?” Uncle Barry asked and I just shook my head in shame.

“I’m afraid if I open up, they wouldn’t want me anymore,” I whispered to him through the phone. Uncle Jim just glared me down through the video call. I bit my lip, but couldn’t hide the tremble in my lips or the tears gathering in my eyes.

“Honey, you need to trust them,” Uncle Jim said softly, the glare in his eyes softening. I took a deep breath and tilted my head back, blinking quickly. I was hoping that the tears that threatened would go away.

“I want to…” I begin and then hear a sound behind me. I see most of them standing there just inside the front doo with various facial expressions. Most of them looked hurt, a couple of them angry.

“So, you don't trust us?” Yoongi asked quietly. I knew that was not a good sign.
“That's not what I said,” I began, trying to stand up from my sitting on the sofa. I hadn't been aware they were coming home this morning, I thought they were coming back in the evening. Had I known, I wouldn't have had this type of conversation in the living room.

“No, I think we heard plenty,” Jungkook said, eyes flashing. Before I could get another word out, they all finished taking off their shoes and went to their rooms without another word.

Tears formed in my eyes as I stared at the hallway they had disappeared down.
“Honey,” I looked down to see both Uncle Jim and Barry looking at me with worried expressions. “Just explain what we were talking about…” I just shook my head. They were so willing to believe a half-listened to conversation rather than to me directly, then maybe that is the answer in itself.

“I love you both, call you later.” I said with an attempt at a smile. By the looks on their faces I know that I failed at it. I blew them a kiss and turned off the video call.

Sniffing and telling myself to hold it in, I packed up of my laptop and went to the room they had given for me to use. I looked around and sighed, still holding back tears. I quickly, and quietly, packed my things. They were back, so no need for me to continue staying here. Also, after that situation, it's not like they will want me to stay either.

I felt a tear slip through as I went to the bathroom and started to gather my things. As I reached for my toothbrush as another tear slipped through. Quickly wiping at it, I shoved the toothbrush into my toiletries back and hurried back to my bag.

As I zipped my bag closed, I looked around the room. I did my best to make it look like it had been before I arrived. I put on fresh sheets and changed out the duvet cover. I fluffed the pillows and went to the living room.

The apartment was quiet and I took one final look around. Maybe it would be best for me to just break it off before everything just gets worse. I love them with my whole heart, but I just seem to keep hurting them. Too much baggage, too much damage. I'm too broken.