Diagnosis // Yoonmin ff

Chapter Six

After my shift ended, we left the bar to take a walk near the town park. It was quite dark, only lightness coming from moonlight. Looking far away in front of us, I was able to see the dim light of the street lamps but it hardly reached us. We were walking side by side, neither of us speaking. It felt tense a little. "Was this really a date?" I asked myself deep in thought.

"Umm... Suga?"

"Hmm..." he hummed as a response, still looking ahead of himself.

"I still don't know your real name." I sated which made him turn his head and look at me. This is the second time I see that expression on his name. The first time it happened at the bar when I asked him if Suga was his real name. His eyes were very dark, staring directly at my soul. Eyebrows furrowed, tension evident as he bit down on his lower lip.

"No one knows," he said, looking away from me with a heavy sigh.

"Why not?" I asked, curiosity taking the better of me. He sighed again, before stopping in his trace and sat at the nearby bench.

"Because I don't like my real name," he confessed.

"Why?" I sat down next to him, looking up in the sky.

He was silent for some time then he looked at me and spoke again. "Why would I tell that to you?"

"Because..." I paused for a minute to get my thoughts organized before speaking again. "Because I feel like it's something bad like it's bothering you. And if you tell someone, you'll feel better. Well, at least less bothered. And you can always tell me. You know that. But if you don't want to, it's okay." I said and he lowered his gaze to the ground.

"My parents were horrible toward me. They never love me, nor trusted in me. Not to mention they never respected me and my decisions. They were everything except parents... While I was little, I often spent nights crying all in bruises... They made me do things I didn't want to and to be what I wasn't... In the end, my father killed himself because of the nightmares he kept on having every night... They were also the reason why he used to beat me hard and ... And rape my mother. After his death, my mom changed a lot. While father was still alive, she was at least a bit good towards me... But then... I couldn't take it anymore... I ran away from home when I was 16... And now, I've been living here for quite some years. I don't know what happened to her neither if she's still alive. But honestly, I don't even care. The name, I don't like it because they were the ones who gave it to me... And for the sure name, I hate it because it belonged to my father..." Suga explained.

I just watched him in pure shock.

"I-i... I'm s-sorry..." I apologized, lowering my gaze down to my hands that were resting on my lap. I feel bad now that I made him speak about all these things. It probably hurts him a lot.

"What for? It's not your fault."

"Yeah but I didn't know about it and I wasn't by your side..." I confessed what was on my heart before moving myself to give him a tight hug, having my head buried in the nape of his neck.

"Why did I tell you all of this? Why do I trust only to you?" he asked, warping his arms around my waist, returning my hug. It made me very happy knowing he didn't push me away from him.

"I don't know," I replied, unsure if the questions asked were directed to me or himself.

"Yoongi... Min Yoongi..." he whispered, his soft voice and breath tickling my ear. I looked at him, moving back a little making our faces be only a few inches apart. I was about to say that its a nice name but I stopped. It seems like it wasn't nice to him.

At that moment, a loud sound of lightning striking echoed through our ears, soon followed by the drops of rain. Great. I was about to take off my jacket but I felt some shelter above me. Suga took off his jacket and was covering me with it.