hot chocolate

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we both looked at each other. 'hyung, let me explain...' jungkook stood up, trying to talk with him. yoongi rolled his eyes. 'be fast' he said coldly.

he told him how he found me and why he wanted to be here. he wanted to talk to him, in hopes for him to be at home but the only thing that he found was me in front of his door and the key under the doormat.

'not the safest place to keep your key, you know?' i said quietly, giggling to myself. 'still, not really the best reason for you to be in my apartment with him.' he emphasized the word him.

my eyes landed on jungkook who seemed embarassed. 'look yoongi, i don't know what he did to you, hell you wouldn't even like me to know, but you should talk it out with him. he really cares about you and you're just being a dick right now.'

both of them stared at me like i just had fallen off of a random planet. yoongi sighed. 'okay' he said quietly. 'okay?' me and jungkook said at the same time. 'yeah, okay. now you better get up before i change my mind' he said, walking out of the apartment. jungkook hugged me, saying thank you so many times.

'hey, i'm not the one you should thank. yoongi is the one. after all he said you guys could talk.' jungkook flashed me a big smile. 'no noona, you changed his mind. i'm so grateful i met you' he said hugging me one last time. 'now, let's go. okay?' i nodded and stood up from the old couch.

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we sat in our favorite café. i loved calling it our because, after all we had met here, everything started from here. 'i'm going to order, the both of you talk. please' i said, putting my hand on yoongi's shoulder expecting a response. but he didn't say anything.

i walked up to the counter, ordering us three cups of hot chocolate. i didn't want to go back to the table until our drinks were done. i wanted to leave the boys to talk everything through.

i stared at them, as much as that sounded creepy, i did. when a smile on both of their faces appeared, so did one on mine. the fact that i really didn't know that much about yoongi and even less about jungkook, it still made me happy seeing them like that.

'um, miss' 'hm' i said, turning around to the cashier. 'your drinks are done' on the tray there were three hot chocolates and one orange juice. i stared at it confused. it was probably a msitake. 'but i didn't order the orange juice?' i said, the sentence turning out more like a question.

'the man over there paid it for you' she pointed to a seat, i turned around, everything chrashing in me. my step dad sat there, creepily smiling at me. 'no, no, no' i whispered. 'excuse me miss, are you okay?' i turned around to face her, forcing a smile on my face. 'um...  the orange juice that that man gave, can you throw it out or give it to someone else please?' my voice was already shaking, the panic in me rose.

the cashier nodded, taking the orange juice from the tray. i took the tray and sat back with the boys. they were happy and smiling but i wasn't. the panic in me is rising more and more, knowing that i'm in the same room with the man who almost raped me.

'songul?' my head shot up to see that both of their eyes were on me. 'are you okay?' yoongi asked me 'you seem really pale' i just smiled forcefully and nodded. 'i'm okay boys, you don't need to worry about me. okay?' jungkook shrugged, drinking the hot chocolate that i got him while yoongi was staring at me with concern. taking my hand under the table and slowly running circles over it.

i nodded, reasuring him that i'm fine. but i didn't know if i was really reassuring him or just myself.