Apology
3228 Words
"DON'T f*****g TOUCH ME!!"
Jimin was trembling with fear, he had never seen the older in this state before.
He had tears in his eyes but he was doing his best not to let them down, he didn't want him to think he was weak.
"Ya!" Jungkook pushed Yoongi too strongly that he fell to the ground. "Who do you think you are to yell at him like this?!" He shouted. "He tried to help you! The hell is wrong with you?!"
"K-kookie please it's okay." Jimin put his hand on the younger's shoulder.
"No, it's not okay hyung! I can't let him talk to you like this. You don't deserve to be treated this way."
A tear fell on Jimin's face, he asked himself if he ever did something bad to Yoongi but nothing came into his mind.
Why was he acting like this?
Jungkook turned to face him and cupped his cheeks in his hands and leaned to kiss his teary eyes. "Don't cry hyung." He whispered. "Come with me, let's go have dinner outside."
Yoongi was still on the ground, shocked by his own conduct.
What have I done? He mumbled to himself.
He stared at the younger putting on his jacket and getting ready to leave with Jungkook.
"J-jimin." He called him weakly.
Jungkook sent him a death glare. "Don't f*****g talk to him." He said coldly. "Hyung let's go." He grabbed his arm and left the studio with him.
The younger gave him a sad face before leaving.
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Yoongi's POV:
What have I done? I never meant to hurt him, I didn't want to yell at him, it was stronger than me, I don't know what the hell was wrong with me.
I don't have any problem with him touching me but, every time someone touches me, I feel as if my skin is burning little by little and dark memories devoure my heart and brain.
But why him too? Those pretty little hands who play the piano are so precious that it shouldn't touch such a dirty and used body like mine.
The doctor said that I lost my memories but why do I keep remembering all the bad things?
I don't have any souvenir of my family, I just keep remembering a group of guys surrounding me, black hoods, black masks and scary eyes.
They hurt me.
I can't remember all the details but I know that they hurt me, they used my body, they took everything from me.
I'd like to talk to someone about it, but who? Maybe I need a therapist but I don't have any money to pay for the consultation.
A friend? I don't know if I can call these "still strangers" guys friends.
Namjoon? Yes, maybe he'll understand me. I heard his past story, it seemed like he had his bad days too so maybe he can help.
Speaking of the devil...he's here.
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3rd pers POV:
"I thought that you said that we have to rest today." Yoongi raised an eyebrow.
"Indeed yes. I came because I wanted to invite you guys to dinner. It's been a long time since we went out together." Namjoon smiled.
"You could've called instead of coming here."
"Do you have a cellphone?" The older asked.
"Ah..." Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. "No."
"Well." Namjoon chuckled. "That's why I came. Where is Jimin?"
"With Jungkook." Yoongi left a heavy sigh.
"You don't seem happy about it, did something happen? Did you fight?"
"Kind of..."
The producer raised an eyebrow when he opened his laptop.
"Meaning of white roses?"
Yoongi widened his eyes and jumped from his seat. He immediately took the laptop and closed the tab. "I-it's nothing..I-I was just doing some research...you know..sometimes we want to know something new..." the younger was mentally cursing himself.
Namjoon was confused, he turned and spotted a bouquet of roses on the table.
He thought for a few seconds and smirked when he understood the whole situation. "So Jungkook brought these to Jimin, right?" He asked, poiting at the bouquet.
"Yeah." Yoongi answered nervously.
"I see." The older smirked. "Well, now go change your clothes Yoongi-ah, I'll be waiting in the car."
- Writer
