Fragile // MYG

八 | eight

"you really brought me here?" sooyun asks as she sits down on a rusted swing.

yoongi nods, trailing behind her. "i promised you i would almost two weeks ago. it's about time i made that happen."

"promises are meant to be broken though," she says and her foot lamely kicks the ground, barely swinging herself.

"some, but not mine," he comments, sitting down on the swing next to her.

the miniature playground was deserted except for the two grown adults who sat on the swingset.

"hey, yoongi?" sooyun asks.

"yeah?" he looks over to her from his swing.

"do you think i could hang myself here?"

yoongi furrows his eyebrows. "sooyun.."

"what? i'm just asking. it's not like i'm planning on doing that. it's too petty," she argues, moving her leg more and rocking slightly higher.

"then no," he replies. "you're too tall." he stares off into the dead grass and garden of weeds.

"then what about if i tie these rusted chains around my neck?" she asks.

"sooyun," yoongi warns.

"aish, sorry," she apologizes. "i just.." she looks down at the ground, her foot firmly placed on the ground, stopping herself from propelling any further.

"what is it?" yoongi asks, looking over at her.

sooyun looks up at yoongi, her eyes glassy and filled with tears.

"sooyun, what's wrong?" he immediately gets out of his swing to stand by her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"yoongi, i never said this place brought me good memories," she says

his face goes blank. "what do you mean?" he cluelessly asks. "i asked what place gave you nostalgia and you said here."

"yeah, but that wasn't mean that nostalgia had anything positive to it," she replies, wiping her eyes.

"yoongi," sooyun says. "i really believe that you can help me get better." another tear falls. "but how can you help me when you can't even tell what's good for me or not? you take what i say so easily and for granted and if i say something and you misinterpret it wrongly, i can just end it all right there."

"sooyun, your sentences.." he comments.

she takes a deep breath. "sorry, yoongi," she apologizes. "i just get really emotional whenever i come here. not really a good place for me."

"may i ask what happened here?"

"my mother used to take me here. when i was little, that is."

"isn't that a good thing?" he asks.

"yes, and no," sooyun sighs before continuing. "she brought me here to play while her dealer passed her her 'medicine'."

"at a children's playground?"

"it was in milk cartons," she remembers. "so yeah, not exactly paradise for me."

"well," yoongi says, rubbing comforting circles on her back, "you have a happy memory here now."

"and what would that be?" she looks up at him, her tears starting to dry up and leave salty trails.

"being here with me."

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idek what I'm writing anymore whERE IS THIS GOINGKDNFKGKR

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