If You Love Me

Chapter 18: Two times the charm, forever guilty

Yoongi's gaze consumes his own reflection in the mirror.

"What's with that look?" He mutters under his breath, brows creased. He places a frosty grip along the rim of the mirror, toothbrush in mouth and eyes puffy with morning grogginess.

His head falls to the side.

No matter how he looks at it, he looks like five year old rather than a grown man. Especially with the idiotic grin arching his lips, he couldn't look any more smitten. His eyes, which were once stone cold and dead, are now bright with warmth.

What's happening to him?

His heart thrusts buoyantly against his rib cage. As his luck would have it, his body is trying to kill him today.

You're killing him.

Staining his face is a priceless shade of crimson - one that he can't pass off as a fever. He forces out an strained groan. Then out follows an involuntary scream. It takes Yoongi a full moment to realize the squeal was none other than his. His eyes are wide, heart racing faster than as if drinking a million redbulls.

He scans the bathroom carefully.

Then his gaze matches the floor.

Of course.

"Damn toothbrush." He hisses, tossing it into the nearby stand with a roaring force. He hates taking his frustration out on something so small but there is no other outlet. No one else will listen; well, maybe his friends would but then they'd clown him, or he'd get too embarrassed.

If only he could get away with blushing like Jin! The handsome devil only illuminates bright red in his ears. Lucky son of a-!

A soft knock at the door cuts his thought short.

As he nears the door in a hesitant tip-toe, a particular voice further arouses his confusion -- a female voice.

At this hour?

God, he hasn't even got decent clothes on yet!

"Hello?" The pounding prevails. When Yoongi reaches the door, he stops, fingers to lips as he contemplates how to handle this. Should he play it off? Well... No he can't do that! It would too ungentlemanly of him.

But still...

He winces.

That voice isn't one he recognizes.

Besides, stranger danger.

Due to all the waiting, now the knocking has turned into rough, enraged roaring pounds. "I was told Min Yoongi lives here! I have some things I need to discuss with him- er I mean, even if you're not him I'm perfectly fine with waiting. You see, I-"

Her expression clearly shows she hadn't been expecting him to open the door.

And his paints a whole other story.

A whole darker story.

"Im Subin...?"

"Subin!!! Subin!"  Little Yoongi couldn't bare the silence anymore. It has become overpowering. He'd felt his lungs would explode at any moment if he screeched even one more time for her. It hurt. His chest hurts.

His heart hurts.

As he pushed through the pain, small feet carrying him down every hallway he could bolt through, the sobs threatening his lips have paved their way; roaring in ugly whimpers and wallows as if he lost the most precious thing to him.