Kiss My Ace

12 | pretty lies

♤ CHAPTER TWELVE ♤
Pretty Lies

"I'm home," Yoongi calls into the room in a monotone voice. The sound of the news playing in the living room filled the dead silence of the house.

Yoongi steps into the living room. He's greeted by his father sitting in his normal recliner he always sees him sitting in. His gray beard hangs from his chin, matching with his greasy, graying hair.

"You're late, again," his father's voice booms over the TV. He looks over at the young boy with an emotionless face but Yoongi could sense the fury within his voice. "Mind explaining?"

Yoongi presses his lips together as he takes a deep breath. He hates the way his father confronts him but talking back to him is asking for your death. "Sorry," he mumbles as he avoids eye contact with the large figure. "I was walking slow from Hoseok's."

His father's eyebrows furrow. "Walking too slow, hmm?" He sighs as he turns off the TV. "And why is that?" His voice turns even deeper than it already was.

"I don't know," Yoongi quickly answers, knowing that he should've put more thought into the reply. He looks up to see the old man getting up from his chair and standing before him. Surprisingly, his father is tall. And that made him all the scarier.

His father folds his arms. "Well, I thought you had at least the slightest of intelligence in that brain of yours." He scoffs as he puts his hand in his pocket to pull out a cigarette. "Let me give you something to know," He lights his cigarette and leans close to Yoongi. "No food for you all weekend. And you know what happens if I catch you sneaking around," he says as he blows the toxic smoke from his lips into Yoongi's face.

At this point, the smoke didn't bother Yoongi. It was just that from the amount of smoke he's inhaled in his father's house has given him asthma but if someone were to look at his lungs they would think he smokes himself they're so bad. He holds in a slight cough that was starting to form.

"Get out of my sight," his father finishes the conversation as he sits back down in his recliner. He grabs another bottle that was resting on the floor next to him. He opens the lid and throws it to the ground, adding to the pile of empty bottles and bent bottle caps.

Without another word, Yoongi averts his eyes to the narrow stairs and heads up them. Each step he takes, it sounds as if the old wood is about to break beneath him. A trashy home for a trashy home life... well half-home-life.

He closes the door to his room and plops down on his bed face-first with a sigh. "Fucker," he scoffs as he rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling.

Yoongi gets taken out of his thoughts by his phone buzzing on his bedside table.

→2 new messages from Chiminie

He rubs his eyes as he looks at the clock. "Damn, I've been staring at the ceiling for an hour? Guess it's not the first time," he shrugs as he picks up his phone. At first, the ceiling looks blank but once you stare at it for a couple of hours, you start to notice every crack that others normally miss.

Chiminie
I get that you're not much of a texter
I'm sorry if I annoy you!

"He's too pure," Yoongi chuckles to himself as he begins to type out a reply.

Me:
Yeah sorry for not replying much
I swear that I've been missing you bud!

Chiminie:
I miss you too!
In a friend way of course

Yoongi presses his lips together, not knowing what to type. Normally, that would hurt to receive that 'in a friend way' text but not for Yoongi. Instead, he was confused. He didn't 'like' like Jimin but he didn't see Jimin as a friend.

"Being Ace is so confusing," Yoongi sighs as he puts his hand over his face. "It's probably even way more confusing for people trying to understand me."

Me:
Yeah c:
Btw I'm jamming out to your MP3 if it's cool with you

Chiminie:
Of course! Why wouldn't I allow that?
It's pretty late and I stayed up too late last night... or this morning... either way I'm tired so I'm going to go to bed
Goodnight Yoongles!
Yoongi*
There I go again spamming you sorry!

Me:
Don't sweat it if they're texts from you I don't mind
Goodnight Jimin ^-^

Yoongi sets down his phone with a smile on his face. "How the hell would it correct to 'Yoongles' if he hasn't typed it a lot?" He asks himself with a chuckle. "Whatever. It's cute," he says as he pulls out his earbuds and plays the MP3 player.

The song changes and he hears an unfamiliar rhythm. The intro is soft, yet it keeps this slow, depressing, vibe. Curious, he checks to see the title of the song.

>Now playing: One More Light - Linkin Park<

"How do I not know this band?" he hums as he looks down at the ground with a sigh, taking in every lyric of this song he has never heard of. Lightly he sways his head, his maroon hair shimmering in the sunlight.

'Who cares if one more light goes out? In a sky of a million stars. It flickers, flickers. Who cares if someone's time runs out? If a moment is all we are...'

Yoongi rips his earbuds out, blinking away the tears. Those lyrics hit Yoongi in a way he never thought could happen. The simplest words have cut deep with so much meaning.

He was slightly hurt by the lyrics but what hurt him more was that songs like these were on Jimin's MP3 player. The same songs that run through Jimin's ears all day and night when Yoongi isn't with him. The lyrics that Yoongi relates to but can only make him worry about Jimin's state.

The adorable Mochi that is shy and rarely says a word could have thoughts that attack him without anyone knowing. Yoongi realizes that he hasn't done anything about it.

Ever since they've met, they've been keeping their own lies about each other. Well, they're not really lying, since they've never discussed any of them. Maybe just stick with them being pretty lies.

Yoongi picks up an earbud and holds it back to his ear.

'Who cares if one more light goes out?'

He drops the earbud and sniffles as he wipes his tears with his sleeves. He takes a deep breath as he looks over at his phone that is lighting up from a notification.

→New message from Chiminie

"I do."