Collision

Chapter 25

 Choking off, Jeongguk broke back into a sob. Unsure of what else to do, Yoongi leaned over and pulled the wolf back into his arms. Jeongguk went willingly, sagging against his hold and burying his face in his stomach as he cried.

Holding him close, fingers tangling within his hair, he pressed a chaste kiss to the crown of his head.

"I couldn't- I couldn't go back," Jeongguk wailed. "They would kill- kill me. I didn't want to leave you. I wanted to stay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I am so sorry."

Shushing him gently, Yoongi rocked him back and forth, unsure of what else to do to ease the pain that was coursing through his veins. He held him tightly, shushing any apologies that fell from his lips in hiccupped sobs.

"It's okay, darling. You're alright. I got you, I promise," he murmured into his hair, soaking in the touch, not wanting to let him go. "You did nothing wrong, Jeongguk-ah. Do you understand? You're alright."

Jeongguk sniffled, hands tightening around the fabric of Yoongi's shirt, but his crying had slowed.

Relieved, Yoongi continued to run his fingers up and down the muscles of his back, into his hair, and down again.

The familiar purr reached his ears. He smiled.

"I was raised in Daegu," Yoongi started quietly as the crying stopped. Jeongguk shifted, peering up at Yoongi's features, surprise coloring his face. "I didn't come from a well-off family, but we weren't poor either. I had a mother, a father, and an older brother. A basic family. It all changed when I was fifteen. My brother was killed in some freak accident at his job, and it crushed everything. I didn't just lose my brother that night, I think. I lost my mother and my father too."

"Yoongi," Jeongguk murmured, reaching over to grasp at Yoongi's hand. Yoongi squeezed it back, grateful.

"My brother was a great man," Yoongi admitted after a moment of quiet contemplation. "He was gentle, kind, and very social. The exact opposite of me. I always struggled with talking to people, understanding them. I was too blunt and had an attitude. My brother was just so easy to get along with, but he never minded me, and all my faults and poor communication."

"Yoongi-yah, you look so cute when you smile!"

"Piss off, hyung."

"Don't worry- I still love you."

Yoongi smiled to himself, recalling the playful way his brother always spoke to him. He never minded the back talk, or the way he refused to meet his gaze.

"My brother was always big on attending law school, getting himself a good career path. He was so smart, you know? Good with people. It made sense, but music... music was always for me. My parents hated that about me. I tried to ignore it, do what they want, but I always found my way to back to the piano, and when he died, I just... I couldn't do it anymore. I needed music."

"So, did you get to use music?" Jeongguk whispered, enthralled.

Yoongi hesitated. "Kind of. I moved out at eighteen, no longer able to stay near my father who had become a drunk, and my mother who just... became lifeless." He shrugged, rubbing the nape of his neck. "I went to Seoul, Korea's largest city, and managed to get a scholarship for basketball, and went underground for music, similar to when I was sixteen in Daegu. I was known as Gloss and stuck with that. It was there I met someone named Rap Monster."

Jeongguk's nose wrinkled, giggling. "Rap Monster?"

Yoongi chortled. "Yep. Rap Monster. Had terrible hair, and sunglasses all the time," he states, amused. Jeongguk fell back into a fit of giggles. "He took me under his wing. He rapped and wrote lyrics like me, and we became close. Moved in together and signed ourselves off to a company together."