Breakage [ On Hold ]

Chapter- 5

I sat myself at the back seat, next to two other guys. I wasn't sure what their names were, but I guess they were Jin and Taehyung. They smiled and asked me random questions, and their sweetness made me smile inside out. Jimin's friends were amazing, they were really sweet and welcoming. But I had no idea what had gotten into Yoongi. The very thought of him made me shiver. I looked up into the rear mirror and saw Yoongi looking at me. When my eyes met his, he rolled them to the other side, like he just didn't care and he had nothing to do with me.

My stomach did a little roll, and I had no idea why. I tried to distract myself watching the city lights, how beautiful everything was, and how much the world had changed. We reached the hall in about thirty minutes, and I knew I was on point because that's what I've been up to throughout the journey, counting the seconds of silence and torture.

We parked and I jumped out of the back seat first thing when the car stopped. Selena came running towards me, and I tried my best not to choke the living shit out of her.

"Jimin is an amazing guy Rach! We talked about alotta stuff, including k-pop! I mean I've never heard of it, but it sounds so cool!"

"Good for you, traitor. I was counting time but I guess that's gonna be the only entertainment in my life now" I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I was about to say more, when I heard Jimin's voice. "Hey girls, the show's in a minute. Let's get going" and with that Jimin and Selena were gone. Wait...Selena?! Ugh what is wrong with this dumbass? I frowned and followed them into the theatre. Everyone had already taken their seats, and there was only one left. I looked at the person sitting beside it. Oh god... This isn't funny anymore, nor is it a coincidence. It was Yoongi. I tried looking for Selena, but she was sitting next to Jimin, and taking to one of his friends. I took the seat between Jimin and Yoongi. Jimin greeted me with his baby smile, which gave me warmth. He made me feel light, airy and really good.

"I really like the movie" I felt jimin's voice breathe into my ear, his warm breathe sending goodebumps along my earlobes. I tensed. I tried to push some words out of my mouth, but I couldn't. He was leaning too close to me, his breath washing against my cheek. Suddenly, Yoongi cleared his throat, and Jimin backed away. He frowned and sat back, while I was trying to figure out what just happened. Was that intentional? I looked towards Yoongi, whose eyes were fixed on the screen. This guy really gave me mixed thoughts, and I didn't like feeling that way.

I got up after a few minutes, and walked my way out of the theater. God, I shouldn't have drank so much coke. The movie literally made no goddamn sense to me, the plot was plain stupid and I really wanted to get out of there. Who makes these sick movies anyway? I grabbed the door handle and proceeded to enter the bathroom, when someone grabbed my hand and almost slammed me towards the wall, knocking the living shit out of me. My hands were pinned on either sides, and it hurt. I opened my mouth to scream.

"Dont you dare shout, just let me talk to you for a while, and then I'll let you go"

I stiffened at the voice. It was him. Yoongi. His eyes were all I could see, those dark, cold eyes.

"I want you to steer clear off me. Got it? God, why do you end up being wherever I go? For Christ's sake, stop acting like Mary's little lamb and leave me the fuck alone."

What?

"Leave me alone! And excuse me? I am so not following you! Jimin invited me to tag along with him. I have nothing to do with you, anyways." I could feel my voice backing me up, and it made me feel strong enough to give it back to him. What was his problem?

"You gotta stay away from us, All of us." was the only reply I got. I didn't know what to say. I opened and closed my mouth once or twice, but words failed me. I could feel my emotions form a cage around my heart. A protective cage. His fingers dug into my wrists, and my attention came back to my wrists. He was still holding them. I yanked my hands free, and gently rubbed them, trying to rub off those red finger marks he had left. I looked hard into his eyes, and somehow I felt a spark of softness in them.

I turned around. Away from him.

I went back into the theatre, just to see Jimin smiling adorably at me. I managed to smile back, but that was it. I could think of nothing but that encounter. My wrists still had the finger marks, just to remind me how stupid I was, thinking I could get Yoongi to talk to me. But I was wrong.

But I'm never gonna repeat that same mistake ever again. Ever.