Caught with Hickey | Yoongi (FF+15)
696 Words
I heard the door open and looked up.
"You're home?"
"Yeah..." he mumbled.
He walked into the kitchen with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone.
"Is there anything to eat?"
I pointed at the fridge and sipped my coffee.
"There's some pizza in the freezer."
He walked around the counter and gave me a kiss on the forehead before walking to his room. When he returned, he grabbed some milk and asked:
"Have you talked to mom?"
"Nope, have you?"
"No, she had a meeting at two."
"Can we order take-out?"
"Sure."
He lifted the glass and started drinking, but stopped and put the glass down slowly. When I turned to him, he seemed surprised but not in a good way. I played dumb.
"What?"
Without a word, he walked around the counter and put my hair to the side, away from my neck. I pushed his hand away.
"What are you do-"
"This better be a f*****g joke."
He was calm but pissed off as hell.
"What do you-"
"Don't play dumb with me, I'm not kidding."
I grew silent as I realised he was mad. He scratched his eye with his finger and asked impatiently:
"Who?"
"I'm not telling you."
"Areum... tell me who did that."
"Why? You're gonna jump him or something!"
Yoongi opened his mouth but closed it again. He stared at me.
"Is it someone I know?"
I was too baffled to answer and he continued:
"Jay?"
I stared at him, terrified.
"Yoongi-"
He grabbed his phone and called Jay. I tried to grab it out of his hand but he kept me at a distance.
"Yoongi-... Yoongi seriously-"
"Hello?"
"Get over here."
"Why? Did something happen?"
"Just get over here. Now."
"Okay, I'm coming?"
He hung up and turned to me.
"You've got five seconds to explain yourself."
"You know, you don't have anything to do with this-"
"Four."
I turned away and walked towards my room. He grabbed my wrist effortlessly and pulled me back.
"Three."
His face was blank and his eyes cold. I tried to get loose but he held a firm grip.
"Two."
"Let me go!"
"One."
He put me over his shoulder and walked outside to the pool.
"Put me down, dickhead!"
"Sure, as soon as you tell me why the f**k you have a hickey on your neck."
"That's none of your business-"
"Don't tell me and I'll throw you in. Three, two-"
"Okay fine! I'll tell you!"
He put me down again.
"When?"
I crossed my arms, feeling smaller.
"Earlier today..."
"Did you let him do that?"
"..... yes."
We walked inside again and he glared at me.
"What's so wrong with me having a hickey?"
"The fact that you're a child."
"I can make my own decisions."
"Bad ones."
Jay knocked on the door. Yoongi marched up to open it and I tried to follow him. He pointed at me threateningly and then gave a direct order.
"Sit. Down."
I sat down in the corner of the couch and sulked. He opened the door and Jay followed him inside, confused.
"What's going on?"
"Did you give my sister a hickey?"
Jay was silent as to answer Yoongis question. But Yoongi wanted to hear it.
"Huh? Did you?....... It's a simple question, did you give my sister a f*****g hickey?"
" ....Yes."
"And what made you think that was a good idea?"
"Why are you being like this? I can have a hickey if I want to!"
I grew silent when he turned around and met eyes with me.
"Do you think it's reasonable that you, a girl who's not even in high school, should walk around with hickeys?"
He turned to Jay again.
"..... did you touch her?"
"Yoongi!"
I exclaimed, horrified at what he had just asked.
"Did. You. Touch. Her?"
He raised his voice, not even paying attention to me.
"Of course not," Jay answered in a weak voice.
"Good."
He showed Jay out, who tried to defend himself.
"She said-..."
"I don't care what she said. She's fifteen, and if you do something like that to her again I'll break your neck."
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