Broken Butterfly

Chapter 11

For the rest of the day he completely ignores me. Including when I randomly end up throwing up again. At some point while I'm away at work he must've left, as when I get back he's nowhere to be found again. Though, this time, he doesn't come back at all for the entire night.

Needless to say, it was a sleepless night for me. I ended up getting sick once this morning and I'm half ready to just call off work out of pure annoyance. Though, I know I can't do that. It accomplishes nothing other than me not making money that I desperately need for college and the apartment rent.

It's some time around elevenish when I feel like I'm about to be sick for the second time this morning. In pure annoyance, I head back to the bathroom. Just as I begin throwing up again, I hear the front door open. I just ignore it, knowing he's not going to bother coming in here anyways. When my stomach finally settles and I feel fine all over again, I flush and brush my teeth.

Shaking my head at my body, I exit the bathroom. Though, when I look down the hall towards the living room, there's more people here than just the blonde. Rolling my eyes, I head back towards the room but only manage to get to it's doorway before I'm requested in the living room.

"Butterfly, please come here." Yoongi calls out to me. His voice is much calmer than it was yesterday, softer though still tired. I merely roll my eyes at him though.

"Fuck off." I snap, heading into the bedroom. Hearing a few surprised gasps and a certain one sigh, there's footsteps heard that head towards the room I'm in. I ignore him, sitting down on the bed and pick up my notebook again. Since I couldn't sleep, I just ended up drawing. It's all I've been doing since I got back from the bar last night in all honesty. Though, it hasn't helped clear my mind or calmed me down much.

"Butterfly, please. I'm sorry about yesterday." He says, leaning himself against the doorframe. I can feel tears well up but I ignore it all. He ignored me the entire time he was here after the argument yesterday. He left and didn't even bother coming back until now. To say I'm hurt would be an understatement.

"Look, I need you in the other room, butterfly. We can either do this the easy way where you just come in or the hard way and I carry you in. Please don't do this." He tries. I can't help the cold, tired look in my eyes as they stay trained at the edge of the bed while my hand words to create whatever is on my subconscious at the moment. He sighs after a few seconds, realizing that I'm not moving.

"Please, Butterfly. I know you don't want me touching you right now but you're going to force my hand. I know you're mad at me but I need you in the other room." He tries one more time.

"Leave me alone, Yoongi." I answer, my voice showing just how cold and tired I'm feeling. He sighs again, walking over to pick me up. Quickly shutting my book, I shove myself away from him.

"Careful-" He tries to warn as he gets closer, but he can't finish whatever he was trying to say before I've fallen off the bed backwards. I gasp at the pain that floods my entire body, squeezing my eyes shut but not bothering to move. I don't fight him this time when he comes over to the other side where I've fallen and picks me up, carrying me into the other room. I'm in way too much pain to fight back at his actions, my eyes still squeezed shut in pain as he sets me down on the couch.

"Are you okay?" His voice is quiet and soft as I feel him gently rest his hands on my knees. Managing to open my eyes despite the tears that want to spill once more, I glare at him.

"I'm fine." I snap quietly, though it's more than obvious I'm not.

"Jingsae, why're you so mad with Yoongi?" I hear Jimin speak up from the side. Looking up at the rest of the people in the room as I lean my head back against the back of the couch cautiously, I find that all of the boys from this past week are here as well. All of them except the one from Friday night.