1. My Bad Boy [Yoongi]

The Truth

That next morning I marched over to Yoongi's house. I banged my fist against the door. I waited, no one answered.

You are not getting away with this! I ran around his house to his window. I lifted it up and opened it. I climbed inside. I missed my step and tumbled to the floor.

"Fuck!" I cursed quietly. I looked up at his bed, it was empty. I growled and tossed his blanket back down. I sat down on his bed.
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"Chae?" A voice said. My head shot up to the door, standing there was Yoongi. He had wrapping on both hands, cuts on his face and lip, a thing over his nose like he had broken it, a band aid on his eye brow, blood stained on the corner of his lips. My heart stopped beating. In his right hand was a wad of cash. He quickly shoved it into his pocket.

"What'd you do?" I asked standing up. He sighed.

"You're not gonna let this go are you?" He said. I shook my head, he groaned and sat down. He winced in pain.

"I fight" he said.

"Fight...?"

"I fight underground"

"Why would you do that to yourself?"

"I stopped because I was getting badly hurt, but recent circumstances made me go back"
"Do you need money?"

"Yes and I lost a fight so I had to go back. I'm stuck, I can't leave Chae" he hid his face in his hands.

"Can I do anything?" I touched his arm. He looked at me.

"I thought you didn't care about me?" His voice slightly harsh. I took my hand away.

I don't know what I feel anymore, I looked down at my hands.

Apparently he doesn't care, I swallowed. I looked up at him. He was still looking at me.

"Well, I do. Sorry" I said blankly. His face covered in shock. I stood and walked out. I wasn't hurt, just mad.

"Chae!" He called. He caught my wrist and pulled me back to him.

"What? Want me to stay away?" I said blankly. He grabbed my chin gently.

"I wish it was that easy, you won't no matter how hard you try" he said smoothly. He was right, I couldn't stay away. It's like I was drawn to him.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"For what?"

"Being bad, if I wasn't we could be together"

"Does it matter?"

"I'm not good for you, look at me" he let me go. I looked down. He gently grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door.

"I'm sorry Chae..." He said. I just nodded, tears welled in my eyes. He opened the door. I let his hand go and left. I heard the door shut.
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Yoongi POV-

I placed my head against the door. The tears rolled down my cheeks.

I am so dumb! Why can't I just let people love me?! An image of my mother flashed through my mind. The tears came faster now. Her words rang through my head.

"Well, I do. Sorry"

Don't be sorry for caring Chae, I'm sorry for not.