Let Me Know [ m.y.g ]

18

Her phone sat, abandoned, in the middle of the carpeted living room floor since three in the morning. Steam has had its time and no longer hovers over the mug of coffee that she didn't even like.

Three straight days, deprived of sleep and whatnot with only a canvas painted with an angry but smudged red and a colour seemingly darker than the usual black.

In the middle of the mattress, she was piled up in a blob, wrapped up in a blanket of peace. In the hours where Soleil hasn't woken is when the delightful voice of sadness lulls you to sleep and exhaustion wears you out.

Sometimes when a thousand thoughts are flying inside your mind to the point that you're left confused, all you need are the lights switched off and to shut yourself out from the world.

But for some reason, the still silence was suddenly interrupted by the soft ringing of her phone. The gentle melody of Slow Rise echoed throughout the apartment unit, making a low grumble come out from under the sea of blankets.

Just as she was about to open her eyes, the melody disappeared and the still atmosphere filled the room once again. Serin let out a satisfied sigh and dove in deeper into the comfortable sheets.

A few moments later, when she was just about to fly back into the old path to dreamland, the whole flat practically shook from the vigorous knocking on the front door. The knocks grew heavier than the last as if drums were being struck directly into her ears.

Serin groggily pushed herself out of bed, reluctantly dragged her feet across the floor with a frown tugging down on her lips. "So damn early," She huffed and pulled the door open, as she tried to tame her wild hair.

"Yes, what do you need—"

"S-Serin,"

He leaned towards her, his head resting in the nook of her neck. His hands hung loosely on her sides as the scent of her slowly calmed him down. "Hi," a small utter sent tingles up her spine and she could almost hear the smile on his face.

"How have you been?" His voice, hoarse, whispered into her ear. His warm breath softly skimmed over the skin of her cheek as he spoke.

His figure, then, shifted as he leaned down onto her, pressing all his weight onto her despite the uncomfortable position. He let out a soft groan when his cheek came in contact with her shoulder and his eyes clenched shut.

Serin pulled back a little, only to be greeted by his porcelain-like skin covered in purple. His popped lip seeped red that drew a fine line of blood down his chin and small cuts littered his snow-white skin.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as her eyes travelled down to his arms that were decorated in red scratches and dirt. His shirt was drenched in sweat and torn at the bottom where a much larger bruise was barely covered.

"Y-Yoongi—" She felt tears stinging the corners of her eyes as he heart clenched in pain seeing him like this once again. Serin pulled him into her apartment unit, quickly shutting the door behind her and making sure to lock it.

Yoongi nearly stumbled over his own feet when he was swiftly pulled inside. His breath grew shaky and his vision dotted black as her voice began to sound distant.

His whole body was aching. The pain from the bruises felt like they were crawling up his limbs and his sweat dripped down onto the many cuts, feeling as if his skin was burning.

Without uttering a word, Serin slowly guided him into her bathroom, sitting him down onto the closed toilet bowl and stepped back. She took a good look at his bruised state and she couldn't help but let out a whimper as she looked at his cuts.

"W-Who did this to you?" Her voice barely a whisper as she reached out, hesitating a little, before she gently held his face in her palms.

She wiped his greasy hair out of his face as she let out a tired sigh.

It didn't fail to leave her in awe how he skin seemed to glow under the dim lighting despite the dirt and half dried blood that grimed his skin.

Yoongi fell silent as he watched her intently watching him. Somehow, just looking at her made the pain a little bit more bearable and her presence alone reassured him that everything is okay.

He felt safe that he was finally inside four walls but he felt even safer now that he was here with her.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like this." He sighed as he took a look at himself at the mirror, cringing at the sight of his bruised face and busted lip. "I wasn't expecting any of this to happen."

"Don't apologise." Serin managed to say before her voice gave up on her as she couldn't take in the idea of him getting hurt. "It's not your fault. Nothing's your fault."

Serin turned away and bent down to the cabinets below the sink and pulled out a black face towel along with a small white pouch. "I'm going to need you to sit still, alright?"

Serin wet the face towel and turned back to him as she knelt down onto the floor. "Look at you," She sighed and as gently as she could, she wiped the dirt and blood away from his face.

She softly traced his features with the towel and couldn't help but admire the defined shapes of his face.

She, then, held out a white cotton ball with a brown spot on its centre. "W-What's that?" Yoongi stuttered when it neared his face. Serin chuckled and held onto his chin as she gently dabbed the cut on his cheek, "It's just Betadine, silly."

Yoongi winced as pain felt like it was ripping through his skin. "H-Hey!" He swatted her hand away and scooted away from her. "What? This doesn't even hurt!" Serin chuckled and continued dabbing his wounds.

"Easy for you to say," He rolled his eyes and bit down onto his lip as the pain gradually faded away. "Better?" Serin asked him when she noticed his expressions softened.

Yoongi shyly nodded his head and watched her once again with a small smile even though it stung from the cut.

After Serin let him have a quick shower where he took off his shirt and she discovered the purple and almost black circles that dotted his milky-white skin, she cleaned and patched up all his wounds.

She guided him to her room and helped him lay down. "My body hurts." Yoongi mumbled right after the back of his head met the pillow.

"You've got bruises everywhere." Serin sighed and sat on the empty spot next to him. She pulled the duvet over his body and caressed his cheek with the pad of her thumb.

Yoongi let out a tired sigh and reached up to hold onto her hand, lacing their fingers together. He couldn't bring himself to look at her so all he could do was hold onto her.

"What are you thinking?"

He shook his head and closed his eyes. "I don't really want to think of anything right now." Yoongi gently pulled her down against him, biting back a groan from the pain that struck through him when her wrist pressed down onto a bruise.

"Let's just stay like this for a while, okay?"

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DOPE MV IS WOW OMFG

JUNGKOOK LOOKED SO HOT IM CRYING

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