Slut • min.yoongi

15

"i found myself
when i lost myself"

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        i rushed to our shared appartment only to see you sleeping on the couch soundly. you looked so peaceful and beautiful, calm breaths leaves your soft lips. you looked so calm, so fragile, so pure, so special.

i get on the floor, watching you. I'm so sorry i didn't know you are like that, i'm so sorry i judge you without knowing the true reason. I wept my tears away, ughh this is not so cool.

your eyes tiredly opened, mouth mumbling something.

"y-yoongi?"

you seemed so tired and vulnerable and i can't help myself, i hugged you. my stupid tears rolled down my cheeks, you flinched at my sudden action, asking me why am i crying.

why am i crying? it's because of you.

"i-i'm so sorry, i didn't know... i didn't know i--" my words were engulfed by my tears, snuggling my face on your neck damping the shirt you were wearing.

"w-why... s-sorry?" you asked with your drowsy eyes and tired voice. i felt bad 'cause i woke you up, you looked so tired.

i pulled back in the hug staring deeply into your eyes. my tears stopped only focusing at you.

"I'm sorry for everything" the only thing i could say, your tired eyes suddenly widened, you cupped my face and caressing the fresh bruises i got from Jimin.

"w-wha?" you said worrying, i was suprised when you stood up grabbing the hem of my sweater, dragging me to your room. you made me sit on your bed, my eyes following everything you do.

i smiled when you tip-toed to reached the first-aid on top of your closet. you carefully took it as you walk towards me.

you sat beside me and i was facing you now, watching you take a cotton ball, pouring small amount of alcohol in it. this would stink.

you carefully damped the cotton ball into my bruises. i was just staring at you at the moment not minding the pain.

"M-mommy.." you mumbled, smiling. you pointed at me and yourself, smiling.

"m-me..l-like y-you. M-mommy d-do t-this.." your eyes form into slits, holding the cotton ball in front of me. i was confused at first but then get what you're trying to say.

"so that's why you learned how to do this 'cause of your mommy?" i asked and you nod in agreement, grabbing another cotton ball with alcohol, damping it carefully at my bleeding lips.

i hissed at the pain and you stopped damping the cotton ball, blowing some air through my lips to lessen the pain.

your mom was a great woman, i can tell.