Breakage [ On Hold ]

Chapter- 10

"Yoongi?" I muttered, looking up. I couldn't get my mind to register what exactly was going on. I walked towards him, rather dizzily and looked down at Jimin. A bloody nose, and a look of betrayal on his face. For once, I couldn't care less.

I felt all the anger pent up inside me, finally burst out as broken sobs. I pushed my face in my hands, as Jimin's harsh words ran back. Because at this point, what did it matter?

I felt a hand slip through mine, pulling me along. I didn't look up, I didn't want to. I couldn't think straight, So I just let him lead my through. I knew it was Yoongi, I didn't even have to check.

He helped my into his car, fixing up my seatbelt as well. I didn't speak, nor look anywhere but down. He drove in silence, stealing secret glances at me every now and then. But I was to tired to ask him about it. I felt the car stop, and Yoongi climbed out, walking towards my door and helping me out. He grabbed my hand and lead the way again.

I wanted my mind to get back on track again, to appreciate how soft his hands were. But I couldn't. I heard the door open and we walked inside. None of us bothered to switch on the lights.

"Sit down" he said at last, walking into the bathroom. I walked slowly, towards the bed and sat down. I pressed my fingers on either side of my temples, but I couldn't get my mind to think or contemplate anything. I felt a tear find it's way down my cheek, and I let it fall.

I heard footsteps approach, so I wiped the tear off my cheek. I wasn't strong, but I couldn't let him see that. He walked towards me, his knuckles bandaged. Oh god...why.

He walked towards me, and for a moment I thought he was going to yell at me or something. Though there was no reason why he would do so, but I still stop thinking about that.

"Show me your right arm" he said and for a moment, I hesitated. He looked up with a stern face, so I lifted my right arm and bent it towards him. His finger touched something near my elbow, and my face scrunched as the pain shot up.

"Easy, it's ok" Yoongi said, as his fingers touched the area around the wound. I didn't even realize when I got hurt. Maybe I was too engrossed on what was going on, or maybe it was the shock or, I don't know. His finger pressed against it again, and I yelped. His lips pressed into a line, as he got up and walked towards the bathroom again. After a few minutes, he came back with some cotton and a bottle of spirit. He dabbed some on the cotton stub and turned my arm gently, rubbing the spirit on it. I didn't yelp or flinch this time, because what Jimin said to me and did to me hurt more.

"He fucking promised" I heard Yoongi mumble in a hard voice. His hands were gentle on my wound, and the spirit burned a bit, but I ignored it.

"What?"

"He promised" Yoongi said again, this time looking up at me. His eyes didn't have that hate anymore. I couldn't see anything.

"Promised what? You know what? Nevermind. I know you hate me." I said, turning my face away from his gaze. His gaze felt warm against my skin, comforting warm.

"If that's what you think, then you don't know anything." He said finally, getting up to throw the cotton stub in the dustbin. I used my arm to heave myself up, forgotting about the wound. The pain shot back and I fell down in the bed, groaning.

"Don't fucking move, Racheal!" Yoongi said, rather sternly as he knelt down and tenderly placed my arm beside me, helping me sit up. Why was he doing this? I thought he wanted to stay away from me.

"Why did you bring me here?" I demanded in a light tone. I wanted to know. The suspense around was killing me, and I needed answers. He looked up, still kneeling down, and placed his hand above mine quite gingerly.

"I wanted to get you out of there. It wasn't safe and. . Dammit! I told you we weren't great guys" he said, his hands fisting up with the harshness. I didn't know what to say, so I kept quiet and allowed him to continue.

"I couldn't see you being treated that way. You don't deserve it, Racheal. You deserve so much better." I couldn't believe a word. This surely isn't the same yoongi I met a few weeks ago, the one who threatened me, the one who shot me looks filled with utter hatred. This wasn't him.

I grabbed his bandaged hand, lightly rubbing my thumbs over it. It broke my heart to bits. This wasn't right.

"I-I don't know what to say. . I had no idea" I mumbled, as Yoongi kept looking at me, his eyes filled with softness. His whole face was scrunched up, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips puckering out. He looked hurt. I moved uncomfortablely.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this. I can't bear seeing you like this. Fucking hell! I should've killed Jimin."
He spoke through his gritted teeth. His hands were getting sweaty, but I didn't let go. I didn't want to, especially not after this.

I felt the urge to cup his cheeks, and kiss them. But I didn't do the latter. I couldn't. Call me a wuss or an idiot, but I couldn't do it.

"Hey, look at me" I said, still cupping his cheeks, as his eyes gazed deep into mine, that same hurtful look on his face.

"This wasn't your fault. You tried to warn me. I didn't listen. Guys can never go out with girls like me. They just take advantage of my dorkyness and leave me. I'm used to it."

Anger washed over his face, and for a moment I regretted what I said. Oh shit.

"Don't ever say that again. You deserve much better. Girls like you are the reason good guys still exist out there. You're worth it, Racheal. You're worth everything."

I practically laughed, and coughed out a sob as well. What the eff. Why is everything breaking out as sobs?
He looked so determined, it took all my will power not to kiss him. I wanted to, I really did. But not now. Maybe he was just comforting me. Maybe this wasn't supposed to mean anything.

"You're so strong Racheal. It takes real guts to come to a frat party like this. And the way you fought back the assault. Don't ever think you're weak. Cuz I wouldn't let you" he said, holding my hands real tight.

"I-I think I should go. It's 1:30, and I promised my roommate I would be back before 2. Can you drop me to my room?" I said, in a shaky voice. I was trying so hard not to cry. He got up, still holding my hand. We stood there, facing each other.

He touched his forehead against mine, and cupped both my cheeks. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled his body close, and closed my eyes. He inched closer and closer to my face. So close that I could feel our breaths mixing.

"I can't do this." He said finally. He pushed me back gently and picked up his car keys from the table.

"Come, I'll drop you home."

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