possessive touches × yoonnie

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no one pov

"so you'd let me explain ?" yoongi softly asked. his sharp eyes staring at Jennie with sparkles. Jennie looked stunned for a second. she dint understand how someone could change personalities in a snap of seconds.

Jennie noded her head turning away her eyes to the white floor of the laboratory.

"thank you that you'll listen.." yoongi said with a soft smile. Jennie confusedly glanced up. she dint knew what to say.

he was allways strange and weired.

yoongi suddenly grabed the girls shoulders making her sit on the near by chair. he sat infront of her kneeling to her height holding her tiny hands firmly. Jennie glanced at yoongi for a moment then quickly looking away towards her lap.

" you might have thought why I love you so much right ?!" yoongi asked trailing on his words not knowing where to begin from.

Jennie looked at his sharp eyes that were looking intently at her. yes indeed Jennie had thought about it. "you don't love me" she quietly muttered.

yoongi seemed calm but his eyes said other wise "are you questioning my love for you?" he coldly asked tightening his hold on the girls palm.

Jennie stiffened in her seat feeling the intense glare the minthead gave her. she kept quite ,shutting her eyes tightly, she thought yoongi will hit her but that never happend. instead she felt his slender fingers caress her hair gently.

Jennie slowly opened her eyes looking at yoongi who was allready staring at her. he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. jennie bit her lips anxiously. she dint know what she was feeling right now.

"do you remember when you lived in daegu? it was the first time when I saw you..." yoongi said.

beginning his part of the story....

flashback
10 years back

@orphanage

"number 083 suga- " the head mistress called out the cold hearted rude teen boy out from the pair of children's.

"why do you allways misbehave when adults come to see you!! you should starve tonight! this is the eighth time..if you continue like this no one would take you!"

the mistress shouted at the boy who seemed really calm. yoongi rolled his eyes at her walking out of the hall of gathered children's.

yoongi was the most feared boy in the orphanage. every kids stayed away from him because of his cold behaviour and he would often bully others too. but being alone is not something yoongi feared.

he needed no one!

he was allways alone and he could stay alone all the time.

and that's the reason he behaves rude and rough to people who come to adopt him. he doesn't needs parents when someone had allready left him to suffer as a orphan.

yoongi pov

as usual I wanted to cool my mind from the chaos that the orphanage causes in my head. and I had a place where i could do that.

I walked out of the orphanage towards the calm garden near the building. in the middle of the garden there was a dried cherry tree. it was allways dead and lifeless just like me.

but you could still lean on it and have some peace of mind.

I dint have any friends. no one liked me since I was cold and rude to everyone. and due to my teen hormones I would snap at anyone who bothered me.

@garden with cherry tree

I sat down leaning on the dried cherry tree with my notepad. I wrote some personal stuffs in my notepad. so that I did not loose track about my life. I had no aim or any goal , I was clueless.

it was a mess , I agree. it could nt be solved if I dint want it to be solved at the first place...

things could never change if you don't want to change it

as time passed by , it was allready evening. I found myself getting up from my nap. I dint know when I dozed off but as I blink my eyes open I hear loud noises from the other side of the garden.

I squint my sharp eyes at the scene. a new family just moved to the house next to the garden.

so annoying!

the house was emty since ages and I liked it that way. the family consisted of two parents and a very tiny looking cute girl who happily pondered everywhere behind her father giggling and talking non stop.

I felt jelouse.

jelouse that I dint have any parents but other kids did. maybe I dint deserve one.

I took my notepad and started scribbling and writing down stuffs.

few minutes passed by...

as I was busy writting down something I hear soft sniffles and crying noises. I look up from my notepad to find the same girl crying hugging her knees. 'such a annoying brat' I thought.

I was disappointed that my private spot was found by someone..

I slowly walked up to the girl kneeling infront of her. i could see the child had scraped her knees while running. I dint know what to say. I wasn't good at assuring someone.

"hey hey stop crying" I said whatever I thought at the moment. trying to soften my gaze as much as possible. the small girl looked up with her bambi eyes shimmering in the sunlight. I gulped. "it hurts" the girl sniffled.

"why did you run arround ? should I call you naive ....or should i call you stupid ?" i coldly stated which only made the child's sniffles get worse. she dint respond me.

i signed and walked away.

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