Let Me Teach You - A BTS fanfic

Chapter 24 - Saranghae

He patiently waited for me to continue, putting his shirt on again before grabbing my left hand within his.

"When I was younger, I had this babysitter." I started off quietly. "My parents were both working full-time, so during the week they'd drop me off. It was a man, his name was David."

I swallowed harshly, hesitating slightly. Yoongi gave my hand a comforting, soft squeeze. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He spoke softly.

I shook my head. "No, I want you to know. I need you to. Just bear with me." I tried to smile at him, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"I went there for a couple of months, everything seemed fine." I stopped to sniff a little, trying to prevent myself from crying. "But then I started to tell my mom that things had happened, but he hadn't allowed me to tell anyone. It was a secret between me and him." I felt Yoongi's grip tightening as he took a sharp breath.

"She knew from then on that something had been wrong, and took action immediately. He was taken to court, as i-it turned out h-he had abused more kids and, and, after an awful long trial, he g-got sent to prison."

I paused to wipe the tears streaming down my cheeks off with my sleeve. "It's so strange. I-I had only been five years old, still I can remember his face and the things he did, I-" I choked on my words as I broke down sobbing, Yoongi putting his arms tightly around me immediately. He rubbed my back soothingly as I cried my eyes out, wetting the shirt that hugged his chest.

"It's so annoying." I sobbed once I managed to steady my breaths again. "I know it's not my fault, but I still feel awful about it. Why did he do that to me? How could he be so selfish to-" I broke down once again, Yoongi wrapping me closer within his arms. I noticed I didn't feel uncomfortable at all as he softly stroked my hair while rocking us back and forth. On the contrary. It made me feel calm, blissful, even.

"Olivia, you're so strong. I am so, so sorry." Yoongi spoke softly, his voice sounding slightly different than normal. Noticing the tone of his voice I had never heard before, I raised my face to look at him. My heart stopped beating for a second as my teary eyes were met by Yoongi's that were filled with tears too. 

We continued to cry in silence for a couple of minutes, Yoongi never loosening his grip around my frame.

"I only got the flashbacks when I was eighteen, and began to be sexually active." I said after I felt a bit better. "My brain had completely stored the memories away, and my parents had never brought it up. They had been ashamed since they had sent me to him. My mom had quit her job after that and promised to never work again before I'd be out of the house. The flashbacks confused me. I thought it was just my mind making things up. I kept it to myself, until one day it got too much and I decided to ask my mom. She confessed, and she, my dad and I cried for the whole day. I had felt a weird mix of emotions after that. I was mortified someone had abused me and taken advantage of so many poor children, but relieved I wasn't just trying to get attention."

I saw Yoongi was about to speak, but I shushed him. "Wait, I'm not finished yet."

He nodded, closing his mouth again. He knew I had to get this over with.

"I then met Harry, and was immediately head over heels. He had been sweet and patient when it came to sex, since I wanted to wait. When we got more serious, I had told him about what had happened and he had been very understanding. I then slept with him, and thought it was fine. I still felt uncomfortable, but didn't want to make him feel bad. I thought I loved him."

I sighed, closing my eyes. "I then found out he had been texting girls behind my back. Arranging meetings, for a quick shag. I didn't believe it at first, and wanted to hear it from the boy himself. As I confronted him, he confessed to it. Apparently he had been sleeping around since the start of our relationship. He said that I had annoyed him, since I was hard to please and struggling with my past. He didn't understand I couldn't get over it."