Yours Truly

77: To the point of tears

Jennie wanted to stop the tears that glided out of her sharp eyes. But they never asked her before starting, in the forst place, so who even was she to stop them.
Mrs. Kim slammed the glass on the marble floor. The spilled wine scared Jennie. It looked too much like blood. She shuddered, finding it hard to breathe. Mrs. Kim roared,
"WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH YOU, JENNIE RUBY JANE KIM? FIRST YOU DECLARE YOUR 'LOVE' FOR MIN YOONGI WHEN I ALREADY HAVE MADE A DEAL WITH THE KIMS. YOU DISRESPECT ME. YOU DISRESPECT ALL YOUR SUITORS. AND NOW YOU GET YOURSELF ENTANGLED WITH A MURDERER. WAS MIN YOONGI NOT ENOUGH? WERE THAT USELESS PUNKS THAT YOU HANG OUT WITH NOT ENOUGH? TSK. HOW MANY TIMES DID I TELL YOU TO NOT HANG OUT WITH THEM? HUH? WOULD YOU ONLY STOP GOING AROUND WITH THEM IF ALL OF THEM DIE, LIKE THE TWO USELESS PARKS? HUH?"
"NOT ANOTHER WORD ABOUT MY FRIENDS OUT OF YOUR FILTHY MOUTH, WOMAN! NOT A SINGLE WORD! I'LL STRANGLE YOU MYSELF IF YOU TAKE THEIR NAMES. YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE UPPER HAND HERE? YOU ARE DELUSIONAL. I ONLY LISTEN TO YOU OUT OF PITY. ONLY THING THAT YOU CAN CONTROL IS ME. NOBODY BUT ME. I'M NOT YOUR DAUGHTER, BUT BUSINESS TO YOU. YOU WERE NEVER THERE FOR ME AND NOW THAT I'M HAPPY, YOU WANNA TAKE AWAY THAT HAPPINESS? HUH! HOW PATHETIC AND SCHEMING CAN YOU FUCKING BE? YOU FUCKING CUNT!"

"You seriously said that? To your mother?"
Yoongi chuckled. He quietly hid the pain and stress inside him. Jennie doesn't have to know. She doesn't need to know. Jennie sighed,
"Yah, don't laugh Min. I'm in house arrest basically now."
"It's alright. I'm here, you know?"
Even though Yoongi wanted to assure her, deep inside he knew nothing was alright. His father, although was not as harsh as Jennie's mother, but still had driven him through hell. He doesn't what will happen next. He has no clue of what to do now. He rechecked the chatbox, if Sierra has left any update or so. He called over Sierra and Lisa, just so that Jisoo doesn't feel uncomfortable alone. Sometimes, all a woman needs is her bestest ever friends. He walked in, carefully enough not to make Jisoo bothered. He saw no light inside, perhaps she was sleeping. He gently tiptoed to his studio. His safe place. As if a blanket wrapping him around, keeping him safe from the world. He lit the purple lights and made sure to lock the door. He didn't want to disturb Jisoo with his work. He settled in his chair, feeling his body giving in. The day was a nightmare. It was tiring, as if it had pulled away all the muscles in his body. He wanted to undo all of these. Starting from Rosé's death. He wanted them to go back to that time they were happy. His sore eyes fell on the PC. Weird. He shrugged a bit. He doesn't remember turning it on. He scurried from the chair almost, did he leave it on since yesterday? But... But that's highly unlikely. His eyes scanned through the screen to find two very recent files. One recorded just half an hour ago. He felt his heart thump. He wasn't here half an hour ago. He didn't title a file "To Kim Namjoon". His palms were growing sweatier each passing second. He wanted to gulp down the fear, but his throat was too dry. His wobbly fingers clicked on the file.
Jisoo's magnificent voice fluttered out. She was singing her heart out. Yoongi would have admired her, but not now. He skimmed through the song and only stopped when he heard Jisoo take a deep breath. He could feel his heart beating against his jaws. As if the only noise here was the air condition, his heart and Jisoo's recording. He heard, loud and clear,
"Yeobo, you are the worst out of the bunch. How could you take my sin? Why did you do that? Because you want me to be happy? Bullshit. You jerk, how can you ask me to be happy when you are my happiness. I don't know of love, but I know your name. And your pretty little details. Your dimples and the twinkle in your eyes. Your sharp gaze and your soft words. Your aura. Your scent. You, alone. You are what I know and scream in the name of love. Jagiya, my Kim Namjoon, I can't live on knowing that... That you are repenting my sin. Would you forgive me? Would you ever forgive me for all this? Would you ever remember me without thinking of my crimes? I know you won't. Memories don't fade away. And that's the misery. You know, Jennie and Yoongi Oppa are slipping me pills to keep me asleep. You, Kim Namjoon. You made me this miserable. Actually, not you. Your absence. Knowing that you wouldn't be here in times of need made me miserable and sour. But you say you did it for me. You did it because you love me. But I'm not that generous you know? You made me feel sour, I will do to. You know, I thought we'll walk down the aisle. Soon. Maybe we will. In our next lives, let's again find each other and fall in love. In our next lives, let's not hurt each other in the name of lovs. In our next lives, let's not leave each other, not even for a heartbeat."
He fell out of his chair. Yoongi had grown paler than usual. His heart was palpitating twice the usual pace. He jumped to his wobbly feet, prancing towards Jisoo's room. He stumbled by the door, but he couldn't care. As he turned on the light switch, the room at the far left corner of his house was extremely starved and abandoned. With no one in sight. He fell on his butt, with a loud thud against the wood floor. He grasped for breath, tears tunning down his eyes. His hands tugged on his hair, he whimpered,
"Jisoo-ya, don't... Please don't."