Parallel Lives (pjm ff) | unedited |

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Five years ago

Daegu

"why do you keep resisting?" the boy asked softly.
"What do you want me to do then?" A cracked voice echoed beside him and it only broke his heart further.
"give in," he turned on his side now laying facing the girl, both laying on the small cot providing each other warmth.

"get harassed every alternate hour of every day?" the boy sighed, not able to find a better reply to the tense retort.
"no, jasmine you're beautiful. People draw pleasure from you. Although forcefully, but if you give in its not forceful anymore. Look into their eyes. Draw the strength to withstand, out of their sheer desire and lust. Watch them as you turn your rage to lust and act upon it. It won't feel forced." a lone tear felt the girl's left eye as she struggled to keep eye contact with the lad beside her. A whimper left her lips as she snuggled further tucking her head into the crook of his neck as he wrapped a comforting arm around her frail body.

The night was cold and they had only a thin sheet of blanket to protect them from the cold. But this wasn't anything new to the two of them. Either of them returned to the dorm bloodied and severely wounded often and the other was almost always there to help out. Through hatred and rage they'd found peace in each other, to face their fears and become vulnerable for once. Rest assured they knew the other would never leave their side.

It brought them close, the only thing yuan and yoongi cherish from all those years inside hell.

Present day

Yuan's pov

"Yoongi?" I knocked on the door waiting for his response. After a minute, a muffled grunt could be heard and it came nothing close to a "come in" i was expecting. I opened the door softly flinching at the click it made as i peeped in.

The bed was empty and the room felt a lot cooler than the other ones in the house.  The fast changing weather was a constant reminder of the snow and teeth biting coldness that was to follow very soon. i walked over to the side expecting to hear movement within the bathroom but nothing at all until another sniff sounded across the room. this time i walked around the bed to the other side to find yoongi crawled up and slightly shivering from the cold wind that blew from the open window. 

"fuck, suga-" i quickly closed the windows shut and drew the curtains close. sitting by his side i placed a hand over his face as gently as i could. he flinched as i expected and it revealed his face completely. red and dry, lips chapped and bitten, I sucked a breath in and moved my hand lower to his arms and gave it a soft squeeze to which he winced.

"not helping suga. what did even get yourself into?" i whispered as i brought his arms around my neck and pushed the both of us up. i stumbled a bit under his heaviness but got us onto the bed quickly. 

"hey, look at me will you.?
"not now, jaz."
"not that name yoongi." to my annoyance his mouth tilted in a weak smile. i laid him down and tucked him into a few blankets trying my best to warm him up. he was clearly conscious of my presence and had the strength to annoy me with a nickname I'd gotten from being bullied. 

"stay here."
"i dont think so."
"i'll tell you everything." and that got me.  i had come here for answers but seeing him in such a condition i'd forgotten my purpose and here he was willingly offering answers. i couldn't possibly let the opportunity go in vain. i sighed giving in and laying down beside as his hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me inside the blankets as well. the multiple layer of cloth instantly warmed me but his body beside was still cold as stick and it made me wonder how long he'd been punishing himself like that.