See You Again: MBHEA Book II

| · 10 · | Enduring Love

"MY father killed my mother," Yoongi said, his voice cracking. His clenched fists was shaking. "I'm staying at my grandma's."

I squeezed my eyes shut, the empathy that I felt chilling my blood. "My sincere condolences, Yoongi. I'm so sorry, not because of what happened, but because I wasn't there with you when it happened."

He hugged me tighter as he spoke with a shaky voice. "My father is a drug addict and I tried everything to make him stop but nothing helped. He wasn't abusive and he was never home so I just didn't care anymore." Yoongi stopped talking to take a deep breath and calm himself down, to speak without feeling emotions so he could avoid breaking down. "But not long ago, he ran out of money and came home one day, demanding for cash from my mom. We have always been financially unstable and if he took the last of our savings, my mom and I would starve. But that fucked up man wouldn't take a no as an answer and he threatened my mom with a gun."

I felt more of his tears seeping through my shirt. "You know what kills me the most inside? The fact that I came home right before he shot her but I couldn't do anything. I watched her die in front of me, Chaeyoung. I saw my mom die. I saw her drop onto the floor, the blood pooling around her..."

Yoongi started to sob terribly, burying his head into my hair and his hand gripping my shirt. His body was trembling, releasing all the misery and hurt trapped inside him. I patted his back and made sure I held him tight so he felt as much warmth as possible. I wanted him to know that I was here.

It was until my vision was completely blurry did I notice that I was crying too.

"Do you want me to stay over today?" I offered. Realizing what this suggests, I quickly added, "Don't take this the wrong way."

Yoongi stayed quiet. He pulled away, wiping fiercely at his tears. His eyes flitted down to meet mine and his expression darkened as he examined me. "What happened to you?" Yoongi murmured.

I shook my head. "It doesn't matter right now. Let's focus on you. Can I come in?"

I couldn't be there when Jimin was suffering. I couldn't be there when Jungkook was suffering. Now that it was Yoongi, another person I cared so much about, I had to redeem myself, to be there for him the way I should've been with Jimin and Jungkook.

Yoongi hesitated but he let me in after a few seconds. The sky was growing dark and I texted my parents, Hara, and Jungkook that I would be staying at Yoongi's for tonight.

The house was drowned in darkness, with no lights on. The only source of luminescence was a dim bulb in the hallways. Upstairs, in Yoongi's room, everything was a mess. Clothes and papers were scattered all over the floor, everything was out of place, and the curtains were pulled shut, darkening the room even more.

I pursed my lips. "Sorry about the mess," Yoongi muttered as he pulled out his desk chair for me to sit and tossed his backpack onto the miscellaneous items heaped on the floor.

I shook my head, heading towards his dresser that had clothes stuck out between the drawers. My hand grabbed the first shirt and pants that it touched. I used his shirt to pick up a clean underwear and tossed them to Yoongi. He caught it smoothly and raised his eyebrows.

"Go take a goddamn shower," I said. "You smell. My nose can't take it anymore. Can't believe I managed to hug you for thirty minutes."