See You Again: MBHEA Book II

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"CHAEYOUNG-AH?"

Hearing my mom's voice made me want to break down and just let her hug me and comfort me. Seeing her made me want to return to being a child.

"Mom...Dad..." I whispered, my feet glued to the ground. I was afraid they might disappear if I moved, just like they did in my dreams. I couldn't tell if this was reality or another one of my common nightmares.

"My daughter," I heard my father let out, his eyes showing so much warmth, my heart ached terribly. I was homesick. All this time, I was terribly, terribly homesick.

Hara nudged me, pushing me towards my parents. My mom reached out and pulled me tightly into her embrace. Her hand shook as she touched my hair, my face, my body, checking for any visible changes. Tears rolled down her cheeks when she held my arms.

"We shouldn't have left you," Mother whispered, her face growing even more guilty as she examined the long scars on my arm and the dark circles around my eyes. "We thought you would be happy, Chaeyoung, without us. Oh, we're so sorry, my baby. You have suffered too much."

My dad grabbed my hand instead of saying anything, his eyes blinking rapidly to prevent tearing up.

"I missed you," was the first thing I said. I felt so lonely, spending cold nights and quiet mornings by myself, because I was trying hard to avoid everyone else. I didn't want anyone to see me weak and vulnerable. But it's a different matter with my parents. I've missed being carefree and the times where I didn't have to wear a mask.

"I love you, sweetie, I love so much," my dad kept repeating to me. I smiled at him, hoping that will lessen the guilt he's feeling. I gave him a hug as well, and I almost wanted to stay there forever. Memories of my childhood came flashing by.

"Would you like to live with us? Maybe you can stay with us for a week and see which place you prefer to live in," my dad asked, his voice shaky and uncertain. Afraid that I would decline.

"Of course I would live with my parents. Why would I choose anyone else?" I said, giving them both a hug at the same time. I turned around and pulled Hara towards me, introducing her to my parents.

"Tell me about everything that happened all this time," my mom demanded. "I need to know who did this to my daughter."

"She went through a lot, Auntie," Hara trailed off as she glanced at me.

I took a deep breath and started from the beginning, convincing myself that talking about it might be the only way to let go of the pain trapped in my heart.

~*~

Standing in front of Yoongi's door, I found myself trembling badly, fear and anxiety eating me away.

Getting his address and phone number took way longer than I would've liked. I had to make sure Jungkook arrived safely since he took a different plane and helped Hara settle in at my parents' home first. Once those were done, I asked Jimin for Hoseok's number and through Hoseok, I obtained Yoongi's contact information and address. 

Taking deep breaths, I rang the doorbell, not sure what to expect. There was no movement, nothing to show that someone was coming to open the door. I rang the doorbell again, deciding that if he didn't come out, I'd call him.

I wanted to see him with my own eyes, speak to him with his face in front of me.

Five minutes later, when I was about to sit down on the steps and just wait until he'd leave the house, the door creaked open.

Yoongi stumbled back, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief. I gasped at the sight of him. He was much, much skinnier than the last time I've seen him, his cheeks were sunken in and his hair was messy and tangled. The dark circles around his eyes matched mine.

"Ch-Chaeyoung?" His voice was raspy and hoarse, as if he'd been screaming.

"You said before I left that I'd be back," I said with a weak smile. "Here I am."

His eyes grew glassy but they quickly turned cold and dull, and he slammed the door to my face. That wasn't what I thought was going to happen, and I grew frantic. I banged on the door, begging him to open it.

"Yoongi! Open the door!" I shouted. "It's been so long, and I've missed you so much. I just wanted to talk to you, even if it's just for a minute. Just open the door, please..."

I stopped knocking, just stumbled back into the railing of the steps. I gripped the rusty metal tightly, not knowing what to do. Slowly, my body lowered to a sitting position, with my knees pulled to my chest.

"A lot of things happens, Yoongi, and I often questioned myself if I would really meet my happiness. Jimin found me, and he asked me to be his girlfriend. It was really romantic, one of the best days in my life and I wanted to share it with you because I know your reaction would make me laugh. I still remember how you hated him because you thought he was going to hurt me. The memory still warms my heart. You know that I will never leave you on my own, right? You won't either, okay, Yoongi? Promise me, please. I don't think I can deal with any one leaving me, not anymore. I'm not strong, I never was."

The door suddenly opened and I jumped up, startled. I wiped at my eyes, making sure there weren't any tears. Yoongi was staring at the ground, not saying anything. Cautiously, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him.

"I came by to tell this," I said. "I'm your noona, you know, so stop being so rude around me. I expect you to use honorifics with me from now on and not slam the door to my face, no matter how much you miss me. You got that, my little dongsaeng?"

I felt warmth against my back and almost sighed in relief that he had returned my hug. Suddenly, my shoulder tensed from moisture that seeped through my shirt.

"You can talk to me, Yoongi. I'm staying for real. I'm not leaving again. I'll be here for you," I murmured, my heart thumping faster and faster from fear. Yoongi was not one to cry, no matter what happens. For him to do so, something big must have happened.

We stayed like that for roughly thirty minutes before Yoongi finally spoke.

His words broke my heart and I wanted to hide him in my embrace forever. He didn't deserve what had happened.

"My father killed my mother."

~*~

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Was Yoongi's news a shock to you? Any guesses on the story?

xoxo,

xxianc