Her Grumpy Neighbor [M.Yg]

12:Last Hour(1)

"I've only an hour left... Until they take me away." Yoongi mumbled, his eyes boring into her glistening ones.

Her jaw came open ajar, as she felt all the air inside slowly being choked out.

It was like her life was being squeezed out. Slowly and painfully.

"No...!" She choked out, inhaling a deep breath.

Yoongi would have just comforted her again, but he himself wasn't in the state of mind.

He was shattering too.

"No...No...Please no....." She pleaded, her eyes closing as they stung.

His breath hitched, and his stomach coiled, watching her break.

He firmly snaked his arms around her waist, and made her sit on his lap, her head rested on his chest.

She sobbed, her fists clutching the clothing material he wore.

"I'll...Not let them take you... Again... I'll... I'll...Fight them....Protect you...." She said between her hiccups.

Yoongi watched her with a bitter smile, as if a father listening to the demands of their child.

"Don't do it. They are really powerful. They will kill you." He stated, his shaky voice well hidden.

"It's better than letting you die!!!!" She cried, burying her head more. Holding him dearly, so that he doesn't fly away.

"I can't live with it...." She sniffled.

"You can...." Yoongi spoke calmly.

He reached out his hand to pat her hair, digged onto his chest.

"You have to live. Not for me, for yourself." He said.

She lifted her head, just enough to come across his face staring down at her.

Yoongi tried forcing a smile to her, but failed miserably, seeing her bloodshot eyes.

"I...I..." She stuttered, her hiccups interrupting her.

"I'll seduce your King...And....And...Con..Convince him to....Let you go...Let you..You...Live..." She stammered.

Yoongi let out a dry chuckle, finding her idea cute and childish.

The girl tilted her head in confusion, wondering how a wanted man can still be so chill.

"You can't. He's gay." He told her, a small smile on his face.

She knitted her eyebrows, a pout forming as she looked at him in disbelief.

How can he still find this funny? She thought, staring at his artistic smile.

"Why.... Why are you so calm....Don't you feel anything?....N...Not even fear... Huh...?" She wailed, her fists weakly hitting his chest.

Yoongi pursed his lips, before softly grabbing her fists and intertwining their fingers together.

Little did she know, how hard Yoongi was trying to maintain his wall he had build up.

He knew it all. All the emotions stirring inside of the both. For they were mutual.

The heartbreak, was mutual. But little did she know so.

"I love-" she started but was cut off with a chaste kiss.

Oh, how they yearned for this taste and touch! It had only been a week or two, but it felt like decades had passed.

His minty breath, fanning on her plum lips.