𝑬𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 | m.yg. ✓

여섯 :: hurtful words

Present

Guilt clawed at Yoongi's skin. He was contemplating outside their house's doorstep, already formulating dozens of sentences and explanations to tell his wife on why had he just gotten home at 6AM in the morning.

The tiredness that he felt was no match to his guilt right now. He had broken his promise and he suddenly had the urge to cry silently.

Birds chirped in the air, and roosters began crowing, like an alarm, doing their best to wake the whole neighborhood.

His hand hovered on the door knob, still hesitating. But before he could back away or open it, the door opens itself, as if solving the crisis in his mind.

His eyes softened upon seeing his sleepy wife with a messy hair, rubbing her eyes as if she just had woken up and went straight down to open the door.

"Yoongi?" she called out in a hoarse voice, her eyes still adjusting to the light.

Worries flying out of the window, he wasted no time and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her towards his chest, flushed. He indulged her in a heartwarming embrace and Byeol instinctively wrapped her own arms around his waist, her cheek flushed against his chest.

"My love." His voice came out in a vulnerable whisper. "I'm so sorry for breaking my promise and going home very late."

Byeol smiled softly against his chest, snuggling closer. "It's okay, Yoongi," she breathed out. "I understand. Has work been stressing you out, hm?"

Yoongi closed his eyes, nodding as he snuggled closer to her as well.

"Did you have breakfast already?" Byeol whispered.

Yoongi's heart combusted at that moment, finding her care and love very touching. He swore that he didn't do anything to deserve her.

"No..." he mumbled.

The woman broke their embrace and Yoongi instantly felt cold and empty. Byeol, then lead them inside and closed the door, making the house slightly warmer.

Byeol walked towards the living room while Yoongi watched, his feet glued on the floor. He watched his wife wordlessly folding the two blankets that they had used yesterday when they decided to watch Netflix. Guilt once again was present in him, churning his insides.

"What's wrong, Yoongi?" Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "You seem to be zoning out for a bit. You must be tired. Go catch on your sleep while I make some breakfast. I'll wake you up." She smiled at his direction.

Yoongi didn't know if it was just him but her wife's smile felt different. Her smile...it wasn't the smile she gave him every time they were having happy moments. That smile of hers then felt pained, but a painful secret behind them. Yoongi felt that she was trying her best to make her smile appear genuine.

Before he could speak, Byeol was already making her way to the kitchen. "Stop staring like an idiot there and start sleeping your ass off," she joked, managing to let out a genuine laugh.

Yoongi smiled from behind her. "Okay, okay. Thank you, Byeol-ah. Thank you for everything."

Byeol halted, his words sinking in, making her smile softly. She turned around to face him, a soft expression on her face.

"You don't have to thank me, Yoongi. After all, I love you."

•  •  •

Yoongi wasn't sure how much time had passed but he was sure that he had fallen asleep. However, his ears suddenly perked up at a sudden sound.

Someone was sobbing.

And he felt that the person was trying to be silent as much as possible, though they weren't succeeding in doing so.

Byeol came into his mind and he immediately got out from their bed, stepping out of their bedroom swiftly and walking down the stairs to check where she was.

The sobbing sound stopped but he couldn't find her in the living room nor in the kitchen. He aware though, of the food that was prepared on the table and he wondered why she hadn't woken him up.

He went back upstairs and that's when he heard the slight sound of crying again.

Yoongi suddenly realized where it was coming from. His wife's study room. He hesitatingly approached the door, his footsteps padding across the floor as silent as possible.

Reaching the door, he pressed his ear against it, trying to hear through it. He sighed when he detected that she was obviously trying to suppress her cries.

He knocked twice. "Byeol-ah? Byeol, are you in there? I know you're in there so please open the door and tell me what's wrong."

"T-There's nothing wrong, Yoongi," the girl on the other side of the room responds with a muffled shaky voice that she failed to conceal. "I just caught a small cold. Y-You don't need to worry."

He knew she was lying and it hurt deep in his heart that his wife was refusing to tell him what was the matter.

"Byeol, I know you're crying." Yoongi pressed his forehead against the door. "Please tell me. Let me in, please?"

"No!" She unintentionally yelled, catching the man off-guard. "I mean— no, Yoongi...You can't. I-I just, I have to handle this alone, Yoongi. I'm fine, and I just said that it's just a cold, okay? Just go, I'll be fine. The food's ready on the table."

"Byeol-ah..." Yoongi breathed out. "Why won't you tell me what's wrong? I want to know, Byeol. I want to help you. So, please just—"

The door bursted open, making the male stumble a bit. He looked up to see the red and puffy eyes of his beloved. Pain surges within him and his instinct was to hug her.

However, the female raised a hand to stop him from coming even closer. Confusion settled on his gaze, his hands midair that were about to embrace her.

"I told you that I want to be alone for now," Byeol firmly stated. "Why can't you just listen for now? I have been supporting you althroughout so why can't you just give way for once?"

Her words were like sharp daggers piercing through Yoongi's chest, stunned by her hurtful words.

This was so unlike her.

He was too stunned that he couldn't utter a single word.

"Leave me alone, Yoongi. Just for now." She walked past the stunned man, barging down the stairs and into the front door, leaving her lover alone and shocked.

Yoongi felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.