Operation: Ghost | ×Taegi×

'It's Not Real' But It Is

"You know that bench was pretty comfy I can just sleep there you don't need to do this." Yoongi awkwardly moved into the bedroom he was staying in which happened to be Taehyung's. "My house is kinda small since I live by myself so I can just sleep on the couch and Yoongi you're staying here. Also you can borrow my pjs!"

Taehyung smiled, placing his newly bought pyjamas on the bed. "It's fine I can just sleep in these clothes."

"No! You can wear these. Now go get changed while I make us something to eat, okay?" Yoongi simply nodded as the boy left the room. He stared at the clothes before undressing. Hastily he took off his shirt to see the damage that was caused to him. Bruises were now forming on his abdomen, large cuts were now beginning to get infected over his shoulders and wrists where he'd self harm. he stab wound from earlier was now sealed  and a small but ugly "x" shaped burn was on his right wrist.

To say the least it was painful.

"Yoongi-ah are you finished chang--" Taehyung came bursting through the door, startling Yoongi but what startled Taehyung the most was the fact he was now staring at a boy who looked like he'd been abused his whole life. "Yoongi..." Without any notice he grabbed the now crying Yoongi and took him to the kitchen, setting him on top of the counter.

He got his first aid kit, taking out the distilled water, bandages and a clean clothe. "That stings." Yoongi winced as he began cleaning the wounds. He noticed Taehyung taking a few minutes every once in a while to look at the cuts and bruises, but especially at the burn.

Yoongi was disgusted with himself. Well, yes the self harm was obviously done by himself but the rest was all from the people he'd had to fight, his own boss, Hoseok and occasionally his boss's mistress. His life was one tragedy after the other. A beautiful tragedy that never had an end. Maybe that's why he let them continue to hurt him. Unlike his mother, who's life ended at a young age, Yoongi was kept alive. The reason wasn't clear to him; actually it was crystal clear. He just believed he was paying the price for losing his mother.

"I'm sorry. By the way, how'd you get the X on your wrist?" Taehyung was now bandaging the older boy up but his eyes couldn't leave the burn. "From a cigarette." Yoongi always had a thing for memories. For every cut there's a story behind it. And well, let's just say this story might be one of the most important ones there is.

"Please stop, it really hurts!" The eight year old boy was crying his eyes out as the older male who smelled like alcohol lingered over the boy once the cigarette was being placed firmly down onto his skin. "I want my eomma."

"She's dead. It's been a year Yoongi. You need to get over it." The man soon enough finished his job, leaving Yoongi down in the cold, damp basement alone. "I need Taehyungie." The young boy curled up into a ball, feeling his tears run down his face as he thought about his best friend.

'None of those memories were real.' 'It's not real.' Those were things Yoongi tried to make himself believe. But the harsh reality of it all, was that it's all real.

"Then why does it look like a X? A cigarette's too small to do that." Taehyung couldn't help but be curious of it. "That's why they did it more than once silly." Yoongi smiled bitterly before another tear escaped and smoothly glided down his cheek.

"More than once?"

"Look, can we please stop talking about it? I'm just a freak, okay? I deserved it."

"You're not a freak. And you sure as hell didn't deserve any of this. Human beings are so cruel." Taehyung normally didn't cry but all he could do was cry with him. He pulled the older boy against his chest, holding him tightly. "T-Taehyung, the food's burning." 

"Well there goes dinner." He released the boy from his arms, turning off the cooker. "We can just eat ramen then!"

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"You can't sleep?" Taehyung woke up to a worried Yoongi wearing pjs that were far too big on him. Truth be told he thought he looked adorable. Yoongi nodded  before Taehyung carried the boy bridal style to his bedroom.

"I can sleep with you if you want. Or I can just sit on the bed and watch t.v until you fall asleep." He nodded once more, getting under the covers with Taehyung then clinging to him as he turned the t.v on. "Yoongi-ah. Tomorrow there's going to be a parade and you obviously don't know this but I'll be in it tomorrow. I'd really love to spend the day with you tomorrow so would you like to come?"

Yoongi could care less about upsetting his peers. He deserved happiness and it was evident that Taehyung was the only thing that made him happy. "Sure. You'd look really pretty in a dress anyway." Yoongi giggled slightly, starting to doze off on the younger's shoulder. "It's not a dress but okay. Sweet dreams." He chuckled a little, watching as the boy slowly fell asleep. And soon enough he found himself drifting off to sleep too.