Broken Butterfly

Chapter 12

"Butterfly, what guy? Who are you talking about? Are you talking about Hoseok when he caught you dancing?" His words are slow as he speaks, concern and anger slowly filling his voice. Seeing the dark look begin to return in his eyes, I begin to realize the mistake I've made by bringing it up...

"I didn't say any of that shit, Yoongi. I apologized like I told you I was going to and that was it. Asked if she was okay but I didn't say anything mean or cruel like that." Hoseok defends quietly behind him. Yoongi's eyes search mine for any sense to argue with the boy but there's nothing. Hoseok isn't the one who said any of it. Instead, I roll my eyes at the blonde, shaking my head.

"Butterfly, I need to know who told you any of that." Yoongi tries to reason with me. I can't help but scoff at him.

"Why? Why do you suddenly care? You haven't cared all damn week what happens to me. Now you suddenly care because I've pointed out the truth that was rudely pointed out to me?" I snap at him.

"Jingsae, this is really important. You don't know the people that we're involved with. You need to tell us who told you that. What happened?" Tae explains, his voice soft and worried as he kneels down next to the blonde.

"If it's that important and you're all that worried about this, I would think you'd be a little bit more concerned to find out what's actually going on throughout my own day." I glare at Yoongi.

"I don't know who he was. He claimed to be some friend of Yoongi's. He came into the bar like a half hour before I was supposed to close up. He was making rude comments about me and trying to get me to talk to him. Called me Yoongi's girlfriend, saying how he knew we were close, challenging me to talk to him by claiming how Yoongi would disapprove of me treating one of his friends in such a way.

"I have no idea who the guy is, but in all fairness I don't know two of the guys in this room at the moment. I recognize the one because he was with Jimin and Yoongi the first night they came in, I don't know the other other than he came in with Jimin and the other boy the night Hoseok freaked.

"I didn't think much of it, I didn't really care. He was an asshole and didn't think much about claiming to be a friend all things considered. He had one drink and left after he accepted that I wasn't going to speak to him. But I was walking home and he pulled me into an alleyway.

"I have no idea what was going on. He pulled me into the alley and... I don't know they tried to take me. For fucks sake, they tried to take me and I killed one of the guys on accident. I was only trying to get away and these two guys tried to get ahold of me so that they could throw me in the back of some van. I don't know who they were or what they wanted other than to take me." I explain, beginning to lose my calm as the tears begin.

I've been fucking scared since the middle of the day Friday and nobody, not a single person including the one person that's supposed to care about my safety, has given a damn to check if I'm okay and if I'm safe. I'm not fucking safe and I'm not okay. Yes, I'm going to be pissed at you for it.

"Jingsae, when did this happen?" Yoongi asks, his voice soft but worried. Wiping at my tears, I take a breath to calm myself down.

"Friday night. I was scared and with everything going on with people that know you, I didn't feel safe coming back. That's why I didn't come back here Friday night. I was fucking scared of someone else coming in here that wasn't you and there'd be no way in hell I could've protected myself again. That's why I just took my chances with my dad. I never went back there just to retaliate against you, Yoongi. I went back because I was scared and didn't know where else to go." I explain, the tears falling faster as I give up on trying to wipe them away.

Feeling the fear creep back up, I curl myself back into a ball as I start crying again. Take steps back as Yoongi moves to sit on the couch with me. This time when he pulls me into him, I don't fight back. I welcome it as I fist his shirt in my hands, crying hard as I bury my face in his chest.