So Far Away | Min Yoongi

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"What were you talking about a while ago?"

Yoongi continued to rub an ice cube into my cheek as I asked him a question. He stopped for a moment, then made circles as he rubs it in more.

"What do you mean?" He asks, finally taking a seat beside me. I looked at his eyes, but it seemed like he couldn't look back.

"About taking care of yourself." I said, gripping lightly on his hand with the ice that is almost melted. "You said your father wouldn't let you do it."

He blinked as he stared into the floor and stood up from the couch. "I'm going to get more ice."

"Are you hiding something from me?" I quickly say as he turned away from me. He froze and couldn't take another step.

He turned back around and sighed before sitting back down, his eyes still can't meet mine. "I'm not hiding anything from you, but..."

"But?" I demanded an answer, tilting my chin up a little.

"I just haven't told you about it." He finally admits. "Yet."

"What is it?"

He takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes. "I wasn't just saving up for the studio or the machines, Eunji."

"What do you mean?" I inched closer to him, desperation burning in my eyes.

Please don't say it. Not that.

Please.

He reaches for my hand and sandwiches it between both of his. "I want to move out. It has been my decision ever since last year when..."

"What happened last year?" I ask, eager to know every single detail.

"I... I don't want to remember it. I was a mess and I..."

"I don't care." I say strongly. "I want to know, I need to know."

"I-I... I tried to kill myself."

I felt a pit form inside of my heart. A deep dark pit that made my heart stop functioning. I held my breath for moment, my mind still trying to recover from what I just heard.

"Wh-why would you do that?" I stuttered. "What were you thinking?"

"My brother, he was... a mess. My parents are a mess, I was a mess." He tried to explain. "But I had no one to talk to about what i'm going through and all of them already have so much on their plate that I don't want to add up."

"Yoongi..."

"I felt like a nuisance. Like i'm just making their lives worse than it already is." He closes his eyes and shakes his head. "I thought that maybe if I was gone, it would be better for all of them."

"Don't say that!" I shouted, launching my arms around him. "Don't ever ever think of doing that again."

"It was a rough time and I was happy that I failed." He hugs me back for a second then pulls back, his palms resting on my shoulders. "Because you're here now."

"Is that why you wanted to move out?"

He nodded. "It's been planned way before I met you. I've already saved up enough, but when I met you... you added color into my black and white life. I wasn't sure that I want to move away anymore."

Tears started to fall down my warm flushed cheeks, but Yoongi brushed it away with his fingers.

"I... really love you, Eunji." He silently says as his hands slowly fall back into his sides. "It might not seem like it at times, but I do."

"I love you." I begin to kneel on the couch, pulling his face by his chin closer to me. I lift his chin up as I begin to kiss him passionately, warmth building up on both of our bodies.

"E-Eunji," he whispers but I kiss him more, making hin shut up. He continues to kiss me back, and this time he finally gives in. His lips fights back, making our lips mold into each other's.

After a few minutes, we both pulled away and breath in as we pant, not being able to look into each other's eyes. But when we did, laughter has filled the room.

"Stupid." He mutters as he shakes his head.

But then it hit me again. He wants to move away. Away from his family. Away from his abusive and overly strict father.

But i'm a hindrance.

Because of me, he can't have his freedom.

"If you were to move away, where would you go?" I ask him, the smile on my face fading gradually.

"Eunji..." he whispers with worried eyes, his lips that formed a smile became a thin line. "Seoul. It's the best place to start as a composer."

"That's too far away from here." I whispered to myself, but it was loud enough for him to hear me.

"But hey, i'm not thinking of that anymore." He pauses. "Not now anyways."

He pulls me into a hug until a ray of light passes through a window. With terror in my eyes, I stood up and peaked, and I didn't know that this night could get any worse.

For it was a parked car right inside our garage, the doors slamming shut one after another as two people hop out of the car.

My mom and dad.