Revive me {BTS Stepbrothers FF}

Chapter 11: Talks and Tears

Talks and tears

"Oh I'm a mess right now, inside out"

I'm a Mess, Ed Sheeran

Sometimes no words needed to be shared to bond with someone. Perhaps that was the case for me and Namjoon. The comforting silence in the library that was occasionally disturbed with the rustle of the flipping pages was enough for us. Sitting opposite each other with two different books in our hands, we would sometimes stop to discuss what we have read. It was truly relaxing. Well the past two days have been very relaxing to say the least. We didn't go on walks as such, because the doctor advised me to rest as much as possible to fully recover. So I would just hang out in the house with the Kims. Reading with Namjoon has quickly become one of my favorite hobbies. Compared to spending time with the maknae line, which was chaotic, but nevertheless fun, this just seemed so different. It's like we would lock ourselves away in the world of fiction, where everything was so still.

A quiet yawn left my mouth, which I quickly covered with my hand. But it didn't manage to slip away from Namjoon's attention.

"Are you tired?" He asked, looking at me.

"No, no, I'm fine," I quickly replied. I had to admit that the bean bags that we were sitting on were very comfy, I could probably fall asleep on them.

"Okay, then, just tell me if you get tired," He looked at me like he did not believe it, yet he didn't comment on it. I nodded and continued reading my book.

Just like that with the ticking of the clock, the words in the book stopped making sense and I found myself dozing off, the book slipping from my hands.

"Can you at least do fucking something normally?! How could you lose to that Kim brat? Do you know how embarrassing this is?" My dad screamed at me. I could do nothing, but quietly stare down at the floor in shame. Suddenly, a hard slap landed on my cheek, making my head turn sideways slightly. Tears started welling up in my years, threatening to spill. The burning of the cheek is a reminder that I once again wasn't good enough. "I'm talking to you. Answer right now," father demanded.

"I'm sorry, father," I whimpered. "I'm sorry. I sincerely apologize. I'm sorry for being so worthless and incapable of accomplishing a simple task. It will not happen again."

"But it already happened! Perhaps your stupidity is why your mum didn't want you. You know that, right? You know that she fucking left you! Nobody wants someone as useless as you!" The insults spilled from his mouth like a never stopping waterfall. Harsh stream of his words ready to crush me under their strength.

"Father," a cold voice cut through the screams, making our heads turn to the entrance.

"Minjun," my father acknowledged my brother with a nod.

"You should get some rest, I will deal with Eunha," my brother said.

"Huh, you are right. I'm worn out," after giving me one last deadly look, father started walking out. "Make sure to teach her some manners," he told Minjun, before making his way out.

"Of course, father. You don't have to worry. I will take care of our dear Eunha," a sinister smile was plastered on his lips. His piercing gaze never left my shrinking form. With one demon walking out of the room, I was left with something darker, more evil.

My eyes shot open, heavy breaths leaving my mouth. Frantically looking around, familiar cupboards with books and a table came into view, which led me to the realization that I'm still in the Kim manor's library.

I'm safe. I'm safe. It's okay.

I kept repeating the phrase like a mantra.

A blanket, which I don't recall taking, was draped around my body. Namjoon was nowhere to be seen anymore.