Step Brother

30• Demons

"Just a stupid scar." Jungkook said locking our lips back together and hovering over me. I wanted to pull away but some part of me just couldn't. It's as if I was in this fragile state. As he continued kissing down my neck the phone rang. My phone. I shifted slightly trying to reach it, but he grabbed my wrists pinning them over my head, "Jungkook what if it's-"

"What if it's what? Tae? No." he growled staring down at me, "He doesn't get the satisfaction of speaking to you after pulling that." The phone stopped and he began kissing me again releasing my wrists reaching the hem of his shirt I was wearing to pull it over my head.. and then the phone rang again. I softly pushed his chest signaling him to get off of me and he was getting angry, "Jungkook. Please. What if somethings wrong." his face softened for a second as he sat up in the bed and tossed my phone onto the bed. Quickly swiping to answer it I heard Yoongi's voice on the other end of the line. "Hello?" I answered staring at Jungkook.

"Y/N I'm on my way to come pick you up." He said in a very dominant tone.

"Why? I'm okay here."

"Who is it?" Jungkook mouthed. I was afraid to tell him since the last time I was with Yoongi... things didn't go so well.

"Y/N, I'm not leaving you with him. Be ready at the door in five minutes." and he hung up.

"I-I have to go." I stuttered slipping his shirt back over my head and grabbing my clothes

"Who's coming?" Jungkook's voice got dark.

"Umm." I didn't want to say his name.

"I swear to god it's suga hyung." He ran his hands over his face. I just nodded grabbing my shoes from his bedroom door and standing shyly, "That son of a bitch."

"Jungkook!" I scolded, "After everything that happened tonight don't start another issue. Tae did enough of that tonight. You're better than this. He's older than both of us, it's best we listen to him."

"Whatever. I'll walk you out." He stood snaking his arm around my waist trudging towards the front door. There was a knock and Yoongi standing ready to leave.

Without exchanging any words to each other Yoongi reached his hand out for mine with a smile and he glares at Jungkook before closing the door, "Sorry to ruin your guys fun." he mumbled opening the passenger door, "but I know how his mind works after things like that happen. Plus I'm sure you're in a very venerable state right now as well."

"Yoongi.." I practically whispered as he started the car, "You're not taking me home are you?" Just the thought of being at the house with Taehyung after what he did scared me.

"No way." he laughed at my question, "You're staying with me tonight."

"Were you worried Jungkook was going to make a move on me tonight?" I asked staring at his side profile as he drove, "Because honestly.. I wouldn't protest the distraction after tonight." I looked down at my lap fiddling with my shirt in disbelief that I just said that to a man. A sort of laugh rose in his throat as he pulled into the garage of his house, "Well that can still happen, but not with him." he looked my way with a blank stare reading my features. I couldn't hold a stare back, it was too much. All he did was smile and get out to open my car door taking my clothes from my hands and motioning to the door.

"Bedroom upstairs to the left. Bathroom on the right." He directed me as he went to the kitchen. As I approached his room it was more modern that I expected. He has expensive taste. Not what I would think a "Min Suga Genius" would live in as the boys call him in the studio.

Sitting on the edge of his bed I crossed my legs and hung my head. What I'm I doing? I thought to myself. Tonight's the biggest disaster to ever happen besides my parents divorce. As I got lost in my thoughts a few tears fell from my cheeks remembering how happy my family was before the split. How we would have fun family game nights, beach sunrise mornings during the summer, and even movie marathons. All the fun times were thrown away the night I told on her.

Without saying a word Yoongi stood and watched me from the door. Slowly approaching me he crouched on the floor between my legs setting both of his hands on the top of my thighs and rested his forehead against mine. The silence was oddly comforting. I didn't need him to speak to know that he understood my struggles. There was an unspoken understanding towards each other in this moment. Yoongi reached his large hand to wipe my tears and tilt my head back to meet his eyes, "I know you won't talk."

"I-"

"Shh, and it's okay to not want to." He traced circles with his thumb against my inner thigh, "but I hope you know you're not the only one who struggles y/n. Other people can relate to your inner demons. Sometimes instead of talking you have to cry."

All I could do was nod in agreement as tears began a steady stream. His words were so soft and hushed as if he was only meaning for me to hear them despite no one else being around. That alone got me more upset as I began to sob coming to terms with everything from past life. Yoongi jumped to his feet picking me up in his arms wrapping my legs securely around his hips, in a child like comfort.

He stood there until he heard my breathing calm and heart slow, "We are not having sex as a distraction y/n." He said firmly. I couldn't even protest, "those kind of things are reserved for good days, not bad ones you want to cover up."

As I heard those last words Yoongi was walking to the side of his bed pulling the covers over and laying me down softly, "Don't ever sell yourself short on things like that because you think it will feel better okay?" He kissed my forehead and walked into his closet to change and get under the blanket next to me. He was keeping his distance almost as to prove his point but I wasn't having it. I scooted closer resting my head on his chest and wrapping my arms around his waist. He giggled at my clingy state before shutting off the lamp and us both falling asleep.