Broken Butterfly

Chapter 5

Yoongi POV

Waking up the next morning, I think it's the best night of sleep I've gotten in a really long time. For once, there wasn't an ounce of worry about someone trying to break in and kill me. No trying to ignore the annoying banging coming from the apartment next door.

Opening my eyes tiredly, I only have to blink a few times before I'm wide awake. Looking down, a smile spreads across my face at the beautiful girl that's fast asleep on my chest. Somehow, I have a feeling that it's probably the first time in a long time that she's been able to sleep as peacefully as she is now.

Surprisingly, we didn't end up moving at all after we'd fallen asleep last night. The sheets somehow moved down a bit throughout the night but that's the only sign that there'd been any movement at all.

As my eyes wander over her bruised and scarred skin, I find multiple tattoos that I'd never managed to notice before. I don't know how since I've seen her in a tank top at the bar a few times now, but it's only now that I realize the tattoos.

She's got one on each shoulder, her inner forearms, both hips and then one on each shoulder blade. Guessing from what each tattoo is, I have a feeling each one holds some sort of meaning to her. Though, I've no idea what they could be. Hell, I don't know her actual name. There's no way I could have any idea what the meaning behind each tattoo is.

Laying in bed like this, I savor the silence and the presence of the sleeping beauty on my chest. I hate that she's as scarred and bruised as she is. Though, when she'd seemed almost scared of me the first day I'd spoken to her at college, I understand why. I'd used a bit of a harsh tone when telling her not to speak to me so coldly and I can't imagine that some of my own secret began to show through. Coming from an abusive home, it makes perfect sense why she seemed afraid of me, of me being so close, of the look in my eye. All of it.

Kissing the top of her head carefully, I slip out from under her so that I can get up. She tosses almost instantly and I worry I've woken her up, though as I watch her, she only curls herself into a ball. Smiling at her, I pull the sheets back up over her bare body before standing up.

I quickly pick up both of our clothes from the night before, tossing them into my clothes hamper to wash later on. Walking over to my dresser, I pull out some clean clothes for myself to wear before pulling out a pair of sweats and one of my black tee shirts for her to wear. I leave her undergarments from the night before out, knowing I've got nothing to replace those for her and setting the clothes for her on the end of the bed before leaving the room.

I quickly hop in the shower to wash off and wake up more before going and making some breakfast for the both of us. As I begin cooking, I can't help it as worry begins to flood my mind.

I know I shouldn't have let her in like I did last night. I shouldn't be hanging around her like I have been. I shouldn't have saved her from the apartment and brought her here last night. I shouldn't have let us go as far as we did last night. I'm no good for her. I'm no good for her and I'm nothing but an unknown threat to her.

I shake my head, swearing at myself for having been so damn stupid this week. At first, hanging around her had been for nothing but some fun. But after how she'd reacted to me in the hallway that day, I grew an actual interest for her. It was a complete mistake to allow myself to actually grow feelings for this broken girl and actually allow myself to care for and about her.

"Yoongi?" I hear her soft voice from behind me, causing me to turn to look. Seeing her adorning my clothes that definitely aren't her size is beyond adorable, smiling my gummy smile at her as she shyly makes her way over to me.

"Hungry?" I ask as I turn the stove off, having just finished breakfast. She looks at me in surprise, wandering over to me and peaking around me to see what I've made. I can't help the smile that instantly reappears at her cuteness, wrapping an arm around her waste.