Secrets⇝Yoonmin

|Chapter • 23|

*Mostly flash backs this chapter- but it explains Yoongi's past so it's important~

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Yoongi is unconscious and his brain is just replaying his memories -

Yoongi's POV
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12/18/2006 - 11:39pm

I'm 8 years old. The heat is too much, I have to get out. I run through the halls, tears rolling down my face. The smoke burns my lungs as I run toward Marks room, he stands next to the window in his room, panicking. "Mark!" I yell frantically, but fire blocks my way, burning my feet. A hand grabs his shirt through the window, dragging him out of the room, but I think he's dead anyway.

I can hear mine and Marks parents screaming for help, but the fire has spread to the stairs, blocking my path. I start to feel dizzy, I have to get out. I step on furniture until I reach the front door, unlocking and opening it as the flames swirl around me, burning my back and face. I get the door open, falling onto the grass outside, coughing.

"Yoongi!" I look up toward the sound, seeing my mother hanging out of the window, terror in her eyes. "Run baby! Run!" Her last words. The flames are spreading onto the grass behind me, I get up, running into the front yard. Everything goes silent, all you can hear is the burning sound of wood and flames.

Their gone.

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2/19/2014 - 7:29pm

I'm 16 years old. "Yoongi-ah.." Cara's fingers trace the side of my face, her lips move along my neck. She pulls away, not as lustful as before. I connect our lips, a small smile making it's way on my face. "I want to be with you forever.," I whisper as I pull away.

My mates eyebrows turn up, making me frown. "I remembered, I have to go to a meeting soon.. we have twenty minutes I think." She sighs, shifting her weight on me. "That's plenty of time babe.." I smirk, running my hands up the sides of her corset. "No-no, you know how hard it is to put this thing on!" She laughs, slapping away my hands.

"Fine.." I sigh, disappointed. I place kisses on her collar bones, licking up her neck until I reach her lips, hungrily biting them. Her hands roam my bare chest, lightly running her nails along it. We break away, panting. "I'll see you later Yoongi-ah.." she gets up, winking at me before exiting our shared room.

About an hour and a half later I leave our room, wandering the halls, looking for Cara. I didn't bother putting on a shirt, exposing the light scratch marks on my chest and the dozens of hickies all over my torso. I sigh, deciding to check the conference rooms.

"Cheat- lie- stop!" I hear my brothers voice in one of them, I raise an eyebrow as I open the door. He has Cara pinned against the wall by her throat. "Hey! What the fuck?!" I run toward him, pushing him away. He's almost two times the size of me, he turns toward me angrily. "Yoongi your mate is a cheating whore." A low growl emanates from my throat. "And how the hell would you know? She hasn't slept with anyone else, your a liar! I would've smelled them!" I push him, making him stumble and fall to the floor.

Cara had fled the room, probably getting some guards. "Listen to me! I caught her- her 'meeting' was a hookup you dumbass!" He gets up, defensive. "I can't smell anyone else!" I bare my fangs at him. "You have to confront her-" I smash his head against the wall, over and over, his screams fill my ears until they go silent.