𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 » 𝚓.𝚓.𝚔. 𝚖.𝚢.

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓

Yuna's pov
I was drying my hair when my eyes fell on the hickey that Yoongi had left me a few nights before.

Since that day, we haven't talked about what happened, and the piano lessons returned to be silent despite the looks that we both reserved for each other.
I still couldn't figure out the reason that had led both of us to vent our deepest desires and, to be honest, I never thought I'd end up at 4:00 in the afternoon thinking about that guy I considered arrogant and grumpy months ago.

As soon as I finished drying my hair, I took the purse containing the makeup and put some foundation on the hickey, too showy, to hide it.
Even though I hid it, I still got a fit from my brother.

*flashback*
I woke up aware of what had happened the night before with Yoongi, I tried to sneak into the bathroom before Jungkook could even wake up so that I could apply foundation on the specific area.

I came out of the bathroom, trying to cover it with my long hair, but as soon as Jungkook sat down in front of me for breakfast, his eyes opened wide.
"What the fuck is that on your neck?"
He pointed at my neck and I swore I saw smoke coming out of his ears, he seemed ready to explode.
"What are you talking about? What's on my neck?"
He jumped out of his chair and approached me, taking my chin in his hands and turning my neck to the right.

"This Yuna, it's a fucking hickey. Who did that to you? I swear I'll kill him."
"It's not a hickey."
I tried to convince him but my attempt was in vain, he had understood perfectly what it was and there was no way to lie to him.
He was babbling and his voice was getting louder, now he was literally screaming in the kitchen early in the morning.

"JEON JUNGKOOK" I blurted out "even if it was a hickey, mind your business. I won't tell you who did it and you shouldn't even care. Stay out of it."
I got up without even continuing the breakfast, so irritated by his words.

Why could he do whatever he wanted and I had to get a fit for everything?
Well, of course, if he knew Yoongi was the culprit, he probably would have freaked out, but he didn't need to know that.
*end of flashback*

I sighed, starting to place my beloved book inside the bag and then going down the stairs, ready to go out. I needed to take a breath and a good book in the fresh air would definitely do me good.

"Where are you going? Are you going to get another hickey from who knows who?"
Jungkook's arms were crossed and his eyes were arrogant, and he was getting on my nerves.

I groaned as I put a hand on my hair, exasperated, and then I opened the bag and showed him the book I had put inside.
"See this? I'm going to read a book away from here, do you want to come or I don't know, follow me like you already did with Hayun?"

I mentioned my best friend's name on purpose, he made a big mistake, he acted like an asshole, and he had to pay the price.
From what I know, Hayun hadn't even spoken to him after what happened that night at the cinema and the restaurant. Still, I wanted to see how he reacted after hearing her name.

His expression seemed to soften and his eyes seemed expressionless, almost as if he had been saddened.
"What does Hayun have to do with it...we're talking about you and that" he pointed to my neck, suddenly remembering the hickey and returning to having that hard look on his face.

"I already told you it's none of your business, I'm just going out to read a book, so unless you want to come with me or follow me, leave me alone. I need to get out of here"
He snorted, like he was the one who was annoyed, and he let me go.

I finally set foot outside the house and headed for a usually uncrowded park where I could read quietly.
Breathing clean air had always been good for me, since I was a child I used to take long bike rides with Namjoon. Only in his company my parents allowed me to stay out, they saw him as a much more responsible older brother than Jungkook and they had always hoped that we would end up together.

Namjoon... he was my teenage crush for several years but then I moved to London and we never heard from each other again. When I first saw him after four years at Hobi's house, I felt weird, like I missed him in my life.

Namjoon was showing such kindness to me, and according to Hayun, his brother had developed a small infatuation for me and his actions were undoubtedly bothering Jungkook.
Yet, despite his attentions, my feelings for him seemed completely gone: I didn't feel butterflies on my stomach, my hands didn't sweat when he was near me, I didn't blush at his compliments, I didn't think of his hands on me as I thought of...

I shook my head, I knew exactly who was causing all those emotions, but I wasn't ready to accept it yet.
Not after seeing his detached behavior. I had to forget that day, I had to stifle whatever feelings I have for him, I had to...

"Yuna? What are you doing here?"
I remained motionless, and my heart began to accelerate hearing that voice.
His voice.

"Yoongi? I- I was reading a book."
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and then sat right next to me, resting his back on the tree. Now our shoulders were touching.

"I didn't think you were the kind of girl who reads."
What kind of girl does he think I was?
A drunk addicted or a girl who kisses the first guy she met?
"You're wrong, books are part of me. Besides, this place conveys tranquility and I need it"

I couldn't even look him in the eyes, I focused on the landscape in front of me, it was already about to set and from there the view was breathtaking.
"I agree with you on that. I just thought you were more of a shopping and party girl, not one who likes to read and be alone"

I rolled my eyes, so he thought I was a girl who only thought about dresses and fun. He was completely wrong.

"You're wrong. I don't think you know me at all"
He snapped his tongue, turned to me, then smiled.
"So, let me get to know you better. Tell me about yourself, about what you like and don't like..."
I stopped him.

"Why? Why should I? You don't even care"
He moved his head in the direction my eyes were pointing, now we were both watching the sunset.
"Now, you are wrong."

I shook my head, closing the book, thinking back to the days before, when he had shown himself to be completely different, treating me as if nothing had happened.
"About that night...I don't want to break your brother's rules, we shouldn't have-"

I squeezed the book in my hands and took a deep breath. I blocked him before he could even finish talking. I already knew exactly what he was going to say.

"It was all a mistake. Let's act like nothing happened."
I got up quickly, taking the bag and putting the book inside.
Yoongi also stood up, approaching me.

"Are you leaving already?"
This time, I turned to look him in the face, trying with all my strength to keep my gaze fixed on his eyes.
"It's late and I have things to do"

He took my wrist, like he didn't want me to leave.
"Yuna...wait" he handed me his hand, "I don't want this atmosphere between us, so...friends?"

I looked at him first and then his hand. Was he really asking me to be his friend?
Was he kidding me?
I shook his hand and mumbled a quick "friends" and then left him in the middle of the park.

I couldn't believe it, after everything that had happened he even had the courage to tell me he didn't want to break my brother's rules.

After he left a fucking hickey on my neck, after he told me he wanted to fuck me senseless.

Why was I starting to feel a bite on my stomach? Why should I care about what he had just told me? Why was I so sick?

I returned home and to my amazement I saw that there was no one in the house, even my parents had gone out, is it possible that in this house there is never anyone?

I holed up in my room, put my hands on my face, and hoped to forget what had happened a few minutes ago.