Sin . | BTS AU

11, SLOTH

- later that same day -

The rest of the day Yoongi had enclosed himself up in his own room, you could here subtle sounds of ripping paper and frustrated growls behind the closed door.

I had just passed by it without disturbing him; give him some time to, I dont know, calm down. But as the time passes and some sounds get more frustrated-sounding I grow worried for the older man inside.

I stand at the wood door currently, slowly inching my hand towards the door knob. I turn it slowly, observing how the noises had died down and silence came over like a wave once more.

When the door opens with the softest creak, his back faces the door and he slumps forward, sitting in a pile of ripped and crumpled papers. Though as I pad quietly towards him, he continues to write quickly with pauses in between.

Reluctant, I place my small hand on his shoulder. Quicker than I can comprehend, his cold, skinny fingers snap around my wrist and he spins quickly in his chair, causing me to stumble back from the swift movement.

My eyes widen in shock, his cold eyes stare back. "Minji?" His voice is raspy from yelling. I pull my wrist towards me and rub it from the hard-like grip.

"Sorry." he mumbles expressionless, turning back to what he's working on but calmer at my presence. I look down at my wrist, the skin around had become red but at this moment, I brush it off and kick balled up papers to the side as I walk beside.

"What are you writing, Yoongi?" I ask quietly, attempting small talk. I peer past his shoulder and look at the quick elegant-like hangul but, before I have the time to properly read what it is, Yoongi snatches it up and hides it.

My head snaps back a little and I take a step backwards. Sometimes I forget how aggressive and cold he can be, though I realize we never really talk so I dont know much about him and vice versa. For all I know, this man is just another stranger but I'm sure he's not all bad.

"Why are you in here." His words sound more like a statement rather than a question. He turns in his chair, I gulp in unknown nervousness and open my mouth, but nothing seems to fall from my lips and I become awkward standing in his gaze.

"I- Well I uh- um.." I look to the ground and my voice lowers, "You sounded a-angry so I came to check on you.."

Yoongi's view

She's worried for me? My heart softens at her but my cold persona continues. Why? Because I've never been able to really show affection towards anyone, a trait I had gotten from my father, whom, I hadn't spoken to for a long time.

She stopped talking then, looking back and forth at the floor.

"Thank... you." I say awkwardly. The uncomfortable atmosphere almost makes me want to squirm in my seat.

"So um.. I guess i'll.. go." She points her thumb at the door while slowly backing away with a forced smile. I almost let her go, but I cant help but feel bad for being so distant.

"Song lyrics."

She stops just as she reaches a few inches towards the door. She turns her head to the side, "I was writing song lyrics."

In response, she turns fully and I see it. The sparkle in her eyes and the smile on her lips as she looks at me. "Song lyrics? You write songs?" She sounds a little too excited about the topic.

With a soft sigh and a quick glance down at my hand then quickly back up, I see her walk to my bed and sit.

"So like what? Do you rap? oh- oh! Singing! Do you sing???" Her new found enthusiasm shocks me, my eyes widening as she bounces a little on the bed. (chill o_o)

I shake my head, "N-no! No singing! Rap, its rapping." I wave my hands at her.

"Rap?!" She squeals and leans forward in excitement except maybe a little to forceful, as she almost falls face first but catches herself.

A snort suddenly erupts from me and I laugh. Her shook face snaps at me and she looks at me with a bright smile on her face.

"..But, anyway! Can you rap something for me? Like something you wrote or-"

"No," I immediately inclined, "Telling you I write songs is enough, rapping for you is too much."

Her pout is almost heart-clenching.

She then sighs loudly, then suddenly snaps up in question, "Why-uh, did you fight?" Her voice is softer, demeanor more cautious.

I look down and flex my fingers as i say in annoyance, "My song? Yeah he tore up the paper because I criticized his own work."

"..."

"Now why would you do that?" She asks. "I was taught to accept criticism, so he should too." I shrugged.

It was true, for the most part. He knew that most of the yelling from his father was his fault, but never really wanted to admit that it was because he never came out of his room and was always lazy. But why do something when someone else could do it for you? Just like when he had suggested to his fellow sinned brothers that they should hire a maid, which always seemed to end in them yelling at him for being a lazy drag.

"But was the criticism needed?"

"Yes! They always judge me so let me do the same." I snapped.

She shrinks slightly in shock then talks again, "You never come out of your room, sometimes you miss our meals together, and when your with the brothers you only fight. We would just like you to be more productive, is that much to ask? Hoseok is upset, just get along. And maybe... Do things with us more. Then, the criticism will disappear." She explains to me, staring deep into my eyes across the room.

The eye contact continues as my mind processes these words, before my mouth overrules my thoughts, "Please get out of my room."

And she gives me an understanding nod, leaving me to wonder about how wrong i've been living my life.

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Unedited :,)

Dear lord I think everyone has become hoseok's hoe