Broken Butterfly

Chapter 9

The rest of the week goes by much smoother for Yoongi and I. We don't end up continuing to go through the notebook, having silently decided that we'd done enough for a while.

It's now Friday and I've not seen him since this morning. He actually ended up coming home last night later than myself which was odd. He's been doing that all week other than Monday for that matter. I've not bothered questioning it, it's not like it's caused any issues for the either of us and I don't want to risk questioning something that could result in a fight.

Looking around me, the hallway is essentially empty before I step into the empty dance room. Ignoring the crashing memories that it brings from both my past and from last week, I shut the door behind me and go over to the speakers to hook my phone up.

I'm partially hoping for Yoongi to come in while I'm in here since I've really not seen him other than when he's coming in really late, and even then it's only for about five minutes. He comes in, greets me with a kiss before going off to shower and then we end up going straight to sleep.

I'm back to getting few hours of sleep as I wait up for him, part of what's causing me to be so tired these days but I don't really mind it too much. I'd end up awake waiting for him even if I didn't want to just out of habit with my father.

Starting my music in the speakers, I quickly lose myself in the beautiful sounds again. I know I probably look extremely dumb, dancing in here alone. My movements are all fluid with the music, the music not matching my daily outfit as always. I've got on a pair of black ripped skinny jeans that have holes at the knees, a dark purple tank top, and a gray jean jacket tossed over it with combat boots.

It's the only pair of shoes I have aside from one set of black sneakers. The few pairs of jeans I have all have rips and holes in them, though that's merely wear and tare on them since they're fairly old. The tank tops just happen to have been cheap and easiest to work with. Then I've got the couple jackets just to keep me warmer and because of needing to 'dress appropriately' in school when I was younger.

As always, it doesn't take more than a few minutes before I've lost myself in the music, dancing along easily. I don't know how long this goes on before I hear the door to the room open. I'm instantly snapped out of the music at the sound, mildly worried as to who's just seen me dancing through the windows that line the wall with the door. Nobody's ever down this hall by the time I'm in here.

Looking over at the doorway, I find Hoseok stood there. Instantly, I tense up as I keep my eyes on him through the mirrors while I move to shut my music off.

"You're a really good dancer." He tells me, a solemn look on his face.

"What do you want, Hoseok?" I question, unplugging my phone from the speaker cord and slipping it into my pocket. He looks down for a moment before looking back up.

"I wanted to apologize for Sunday night. I'm extremely protective over my friends and I was worried when I'd heard that you and Yoongi had gotten close. I naturally assumed you were a threat to all of us and I shouldn't have. I'm sorry." He apologizes. Despite his words, I keep a wary eye on him as I nod in response. Quickly finding that I'm not about to respond verbally, he speaks again.

"How's your stomach and sides doing? I'm sorry for hurting you like I had..." He asks, seemingly attempting to make conversation.

"They're fine. You did nothing. It's fine." I answer quietly. He frowns at my answer.

"I... I know I hurt you. I can't imagine that I didn't leave some serious bruises from what I did to you." He tells me, trying to call me out for lying.

"You did nothing, Hoseok. Stop worrying about it. I'm perfectly fine." I answer again.

"Why're you lying to me? I know I left bruises. I know how hard I was kicking you and hitting you. Are you - you haven't told Yoongi yet, have you?" He slowly begins to realize.