hold me tight ~ m.yg

peaches and cream

The bus ride to my apartment was very awkward. We both sat in total silence as the bus rushed through the empty streets. I fiddled with the zip of my jacket, dearly hoping that I won't regret this. But somewhere in the bottom of my heart, I knew that I did the right thing. He had to get away from the streets, even if it is just for this night.

As we arrived at my small apartment, I quickly showed him the rooms.

"So, this is my kitchen. If you want to eat or drink something, just help yourself. Seriously, make yourself at home."

I had a small kitchen with a table for two in the middle of the room. My walls were white and I had green kitchen utensils. It's not exactly my favorite color but the full set with the decoration were on sale, so I bought it. Gras green plates, bowls, glasses, knifes, spoons, cutting board and so on.

Next to the table was a medium sized window, showing the apartment next to us. It's a bother that I don't have a nice view but I can't afford a better apartment.

Leaving my small kitchen and I went straight to my living room with Yoongi right behind me.

It was furnished with a small L shaped couch in crème white with brown pillows and a fluffy white carpet. I stopped in front of the couch and looked at Yoongi.

"You can sleep here. I will get you some blankets and a pillow after you go and take a warm shower." Yoongi scratched the back of his head and looked kind of troubled, avoiding my gaze.

"It's fine, really. I even have spare clothes for you. My brother visits me sometimes and leaves his clothes here. They may be too big for you but they are clean." I smiled at him, which he returned.

"Thanks. Thank you for doing this for me.", he mumbled.

"It's fine. Come, I will show you where the bathroom is." I left the living room and went to the bathroom.

"Here, you can take a shower now. Just put all your clothes into the washing machine. Wait, I will bring you the spare clothes." I left him alone in the bathroom and went into my room, searching for my brother's clothes in the closet. I returned with a pile of clothes and placed it on the washing machine. Clean boxers, a white shirt and grey sweatpants.

"Take your time! I will prepare something to eat." Smiling, I showed him my thumbs up.

"Thank you. Uhh, can I ask your name again? I can't remember that you introduced yourself."

I instantly apologized. "I am sorry! Yes, you are right, I didn't introduce myself. You can call me Lemmy. Everyone calls me that."

"Ok, Lemmy. Thank you, I appreciate it."

"Sure, no problem. Well, I will leave you alone now, ok?"

"Yeah sure..."

Little did I know, that as soon as I left, his smile has disappeared and the corners of his mouth twitched as he fought back the tears, which were forming in his eyes.

No one was ever this friendly to him. No one cared about him or even saw him as a human being. He was homeless for 3 years now and people never treated him so gentle like she did just now.

Yoongi has heard all different kinds of insults. That he was a disgrace to his family for clutching onto his useless dream to become a rapper and producer. For being too lazy to get a real job. For being homeless and dirty.

He began to strip down his clothes. First, his jacket, then his shirt which used to be white, his ripped jeans and his boxers. He threw them all into the washing machine and turned it on, after he put some of the lavender smelling detergent in.

Slowly, he stepped in the shower. Steam filling the room as he turned the water on. He started scrubbing his pale skin lightly, taking careful notice not to touch the dried and wounded skin on his knees and elbows. He closed his eyes as the warm water washed down his thin body. How he had missed the warmth and calm feeling of a hot shower. Yoongi used Lemmy's shampoo and body wash. His nose was hit with the sweet aroma of peaches and cream.