Made Strong | Yoongi Jiae

Your touch turns me blue (updated)

There was a long silence after jiae heard his father leave the room and hear the front door close with a bang. He kept yelling nonsense right up until he left.

Jiae stopped hearing yoongi respond about 20 minutes ago. And wasn't sure if he was still conscious.

Jiae wiped at her face before pushing his closet door open.

When she sees him, she could barely recognize yoongi.

He was in a fetal position in the middle of his bedroom floor. One arm covering his head. There was blood all over the place. He was still shaking.

He curled up tighter, and cried as quietly as humanly possible. Trying to make himself smaller, and unnoticeable.

Her heart reached out to him. Kneeling by his side, she puts a hand on his back. His whole body seizes in shock. His eyes finding hers in a panic. His face was barely recognizable. Swollen and bleeding.

Yoongi realising it was just her. His expression empties. His eyes cold.

"you should leave"

"yoongi, I can call someone to help if-"

"no, I want you to leave." he's embarrassed.

"but, you're hurt-"

"get out" his pain becomes anger. "there's nothing that I need from you, and you got what you wanted, okay? Those pictures are gone. So leave!"

Her skin pricked in his rejection.

"what, do you want to laugh at me?" He responds to her silence.

"no! Why would I do that!? I just wanted to-" she clenchs her fist. "nevermind." becoming frustrated with him, jiae took his advice began to take off. But yoongi calls for her suddenly.

She stops to turn to him. Hope blooming in her chest.

"act like none of this happened, please" he pleads, desperate, and ashamed.

Coldness takes over her from disappointment, she nods sharply once and runs out of the house. Sprinting her way home.

She rushed into her bedroom closing the door behind her, she threw her hoodie off in anger, but as the tears began, her legs gave way and she sat on the floor unable to stop the rolling sobs that came out of her.

And the events of the last few hours came crashing down on top of her.

Jiae suddenly bombarded with flashes of images. The feeling of yoongis fingers inside her, now is a dull sting between her legs. The taste of his cum in her mouth, bitter. His pain, the blood on the floor, was sitting next to her shorts she left behind. His father yelling, him whimpering in pain. Yoonji, poor dead Yoonji. And Yoongi all alone. His tears, but also the joy in his eyes right before he kissed her, she ached suddenly at that memory.

And then his coldness. There was no reason left for her to be concerned about him. They were to never interact again, right?

She tries to remember all the past times she had been hurt and bullied. But somehow to jiae that seemed so long ago.

She had never been so confused in her whole life.
__________________