my mom always told me to smile, because I looked better that way.
I knew she meant well, but from the start I could tell that something was wrong. is, wrong.
my only reaction was that a smile is just a frown upside down.
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I can't remember what they did.
I hugged him, unable to get myself to speak as I kissed his tears away—the sight was heartbreaking.
he didn't deserve this much pain, my love.. was in pain. because of me.
that's when I felt like suicide was profitable. if I can't make yoongi happy, what's my worth?
"jimin," he muttered, low enough to send chills shooting up my spine. "if they touched you, I—"
sat on his lap, I completed the puzzle by lacing our lips together once again—trying to voice all of my unspoken love for the man over the years into one desperate act.
"no, they didn't." I whispered to him, puppy eyes flickering downward to stare shamefully at nothing in particular.
I was just so disgusted by myself and what I'd done.
forgive me, for I have sinned. but I don't care.
"you really to expect me to believe that, manggaetteok?" his murmur made me dizzy; his soft, pale index finger tilted my chin upward to meet his soft, entrancing orbs once again. "where are all these bruises on your neck from, huh? and the cuts? on your arms and legs?"
"I deserved it."
"no," something deep flashed across his face. "did you do this to yourself, minie?"
fuck, I made him sad again.
"no.." I bit my bottom lip, tears brimming the threshold of my eyes as I fell through the web of lies. "t-they touched me, yoongi. they touched me, and I—"
"shhh, it's o-okay," he lied for me, I could tell the fury inside him was like a ticking time bomb—he wanted chaos.
he wanted to hurt them.
"I'm here baby, I won't let them hurt you again. I love you."
I clung to him for dear life, sobbing into his shoulder.
he was so warm..
"I love you t-too."
🍒
"you're so perfect, min yoongi. you're so my perfect,"
