Love Fool | YoongixMalereader | ✔

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His arm is still around my shoulders as we stand with his friends, they seem nice. But it is awkward for me to be around new people, but the wine helps me to relax. "Do you need a smoke?" The guy in front of me asks me. He is taller than me, maybe older by a year or two, and his hair has the same style as the man beside me. "Take it, you look a bit tense" I sign and take a cigarette, and the man beside me suddenly asks: "Every tried smoking kid?" I shake my head in response "No I have not, I do not smoke at all", "What about your parents? Or your pretty aunt?" I look at the man when he calls my aunty pretty again "No, and stop calling my aunty pretty or beautiful, it is weird to hear people calling her that, even if it is true" He grins and shrugs it off. He teaches me how to smoke the cigarette, and I repeat. And I got to say... It feels weird at first, but then it actually feels nice. I feel less stressed...

We continue to drink and smoke for some time until I feel my body getting a bit lighter, we all walk around town and end up in a very small area with trees, not so far away from the main part of the town. We all sit there talking, laughing, yelling out weird stuff and of course drinking. For a moment I wish they were my inner circle of friends. I actually like hanging out with them, even if they are 1-3 years older than me. And all this time I have been next to Yoongi... Yeah the man from yesterday, his name is Yoongi. He is born in South Korea but came it Italy 6 years ago with 6 of his childhood friends. He was born in 1963 on March 9th in a city called Daegu. His friends Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Seokjin and Jeongguk who also are from South Korea are really nice. Most of them are older than me, besides Jeongguk who just turned 19 in September.

"Want to go for a walk around here?" Yoongi asks me completely ignoring one of the girls who came earlier to flirt with him. I nod, he stands up and watches as I very slowly stand up because of the alcohol in my system, it makes my legs all jelly. Yoongi grins at my state and puts my right arm around him as his left arm wraps around my waist to keep me up. The other guys are just looking as a look like I am about to fall without him around me. Yoongi tries to make me take a step away, but I standstill on the ground and whine "My wine~ I want my wine" Yoongi shakes his head "Kid you do not need more wine" I shake my head and lean my head onto his left shoulder "Nnooo, I just want to hold it, I like holding wine bottles" Namjoon laughs at my behaviour and give me a wine bottle with a small amount of wine left for me to take. It truly makes me look like a kid, kind of embarrassing. 

We walk over to the tress and sit down to watch as the birds fly above us in the sky. I look down at the wine bottle and grin "Are you feeling well kid?" Yoongi asks as he pets my head, I smile and look at him "Yeah, I just like being around you guys. You are funnier than my normal inner circle" I laugh at my words, I do not even call them my friends... "Happy to hear that kid" I lean my head onto his lap, but feeling my back hurting I sit up again. I whine at the pain of sitting up "Want to lay down?" I nod and then shake my head "I want to see the nature as I sit, but I want to see the sky as I lay" Yoongi says nothing but takes his jacket off "You can lean up against me kid I do not mind" I thank him, I somehow without thinking I force Yoongi to spread his legs apart "Eehh, that is not what I meant kid" I whine and are about to move away not wanting to make him uncomfortable, but gets pulled back to where I was a second ago "Who said you had to move, stay still and enjoy the sky and the nature" I just nod.

Minutes of silence from the male pass. Everything seems so peaceful no one says anything, instead, I play with Yoongi's only ring on his middle finger "...I got it from my mother before I left South Korea"  Yoongi breaks the silence "Why did you leave?" Without even thinking that this might be personal to Yoongi, he signs and takes my other hand in his "Because I was so unhappy there. I hated what had happened, it broke me that I never had the chance to meet most of my family due to the Korean war from 1950 to 1953, the war took my uncles and grandparents... just most of my family. 10 years after the war they had me, but my father ended up killing himself because the war had left trauma, and he had enough of the pain. So I was alone with my mother until I was 14 or 15, she got sick and died. She gave me this ring before she died and told me to leave South Korea, that way I would be able to start a new life without feeling so alone in a country without them..." I feel how my heart drops to my stomach, everything in my head screams guilt, sorry and pain... "I... I am so sorry, I should never have asked-", "It is fine, we all have a past, we all have something that breaks us..." 

I feel so guilty for asking... Such a good man... But such a painful past...