Imperfection (Vhope fan fiction 18+)

dad's home

Yoongi led me up to his room while his mother was still preparing dinner. I looked around his room and his bed was all set up, except some things were still in boxes. Other then the few things in boxes, Yoongi's room looked like it was done being set up the way he wanted it to be. 

"So how have you been?" Yoongi asks me, closing the door behind him as we both entered his room and he headed to his bed, to sit down on the edge. 

I looked at him and continued to stand. It was still awkward, a random stranger I just met who claims to be my 'friend' in the past, now comes back out of nowhere, not to mention I remember nothing about him. 

Yoongi sighed, observing me and I got a bit embarrassed "w-what...why're you staring so hard?" 

"Because you've changed a bit since the last time I saw you...I know it's been a couple of years so of course you'd change but you changed a lot." 

"In what ways?" I ask, curiously. I don't remember much about my childhood, nor did my parents ever take any pictures of me. 

"I don't know, you use to be a bit bigger back then. Not like you were fat or anything, you were just chubby. Now you're really skinny...I mean...really skinny. It's like there's no skin on your legs, they're almost all bones" Yoongi points out and I got embarrassed. 

I bet he meant that I got more obese then 'skinny.' I've just gotten fatter as I grew older. 

"What, what's with that frown on your face?" Yoongi asks and I shrugged. 

"It's nothing..." I say quietly. 

"So how are you in school, do you have any new friends?" 

As Yoongi asked that, I thought about it. I don't know whether to consider Taehyung as a friend. "I don't..." I say but continued with saying "there is this one person who keeps trying to get close to me though." 

"It's still hard for you to make friends, huh?" Yoongi asks in a sigh, rubbing the back of his head with a sad expression on his face. 

I could tell he was upset that I didn't have much friends and I groaned, saying "well I'm sorry for not being social and that everyone takes me as a target." 

"I'm not blaming you Hoseok, I'm just upset at myself that I couldn't be here for you..." 

"Yeah..." 

"So what's up with your wrists...you're hurting yourself now, right? I saw earlier so you shouldn't try to hide it because I already know." Yoongi explains and I bit my bottom lip. It was a mistake for him to see. 

"No..." 

"Then how did those marks get there?" Yoongi asks, raising one eyebrow, knowing I was lying. 

"Because...I don't know" I admit, I couldn't think of a clever enough excuse on the spot. Something like that has to be thought out before saying it. 

"You can tell me Hoseok, I knew everything about you back then." 

I sigh as Yoongi said that. He kept bringing up how he knew everything about me, but I don't remember anything about him! Yes I acknowledge that I somehow knew him before and for some reason don't remember, but it's uncomfortable for me! Having someone randomly come up to me and say 'oh hi, you might not know me but I know you. We use to be friends in elementary.' 

"Sorry Yoongi, I don't think I can see you again. I don't want to see you again, actually. I don't know why I 'forgot' you, but I don't want anything to do with you." 

"Is it because I asked about your scars, I won't ask again" Yoongi explains, now standing up from his bed and I shook my head meaning no. 

"No, it's not because you asked about...that...it's because I don't...need friends. Just because you use to be my friend in the past, doesn't mean you can waltz back into my life out of nowhere, especially if I don't remember you, and try being my friend again. I'm going now" I explain before turning around and leaving Yoongi's bedroom, heading downstairs and putting my shoes on.