Kiss My Ace

21 | self love

♤CHAPTER TWENTYONE♤
Self Love

"Sometimes before it gets better—" SQUEAK!

"The darkness gets bigger—" SQUEAK!

"The person you'd take a bullet for is behind the trig—" CLING!

"AH FUCKING HELL!"

Yoongi gets on his knees to look underneath Cynder. "Where are you motha-fuckin' bitch ass wrench?" He may cuss, but dropping a tool while working on a motor brings a whole new level of anger to a person.

Eyes widened; he spots the metal object. He completely gets on his stomach and begins to sneak his way under the vehicle. "Fuck you," he insults the wrench he finally has in his hands again.

"Yoongi?" His mother calls out from the door to the house. "People can hear you."

"So? People these days don't listen to anyone but when someone cusses, they act like a fucking war started," Yoongi scoffs, brushing the little dirt that would come off his greasy clothing.

She softly chuckles and walks out to the garage to see her son fully involved in one of his passions, mechanics. "Are you sure you don't want a small snack or something? You've been out here all day."

Yoongi shrugs. "I guess I was too busy and forgot about my hunger," he replies, bringing his focus back to the motor.

Smiling, his mother leans against the maroon truck. "You are a hard worker—"

"Don't tell me to not work myself too hard," he cuts her off. "Feels like everyone tells me that." His tone saddens at the end of the sentence.

"Silly," she laughs. "I wasn't going to say that at all. I was simply saying you're a hard worker, no catch included. Many people don't work enough these days, let alone too hard. Just take care of yourself, okay?"

Yoongi lifts up his head, facing his mom. He stares at the cut scar that crossed her left eye, luckily avoiding her real eye. He then draws his attention down to her hand. A cheap silver ring surrounds her ring finger. He feels his eyes slightly soften. "You tell me that, but why don't you do the same for yourself?"

His mother looks at him. He can see in her eyes that she knows what he's implying. "Sometimes, you have to sacrifice yourself for others, in this case it's for you."

"But you always do that!" Yoongi shouts, his blood starting to boil. "You never take care of yourself because you're focusing on others and it makes me feel bad for you! How can you still be married to a fucking prick that beats you if you don't pay for his alcohol?! How can you put up with someone like that?!"

Tears begin to form in his mother's eyes. "I-I do it so he doesn't hurt you, baby."

"It's not worth it!" Yoongi loses it and throws the wrench. The shrieking sound of the metal tool hitting the metal garage door resonates through the room.

He looks back at his mom whose eyes were wide in shock. "It's not..." His voice suddenly softens. "It's not worth it." He looks down at the concrete ground, his body still shaking from the rush of adrenaline. Exhaling loudly, he turns his body away from his mom.

Silence lingers between the two for a passing moment.

"Yoongi," his mother pushes her lips together. "Have you ever been in love?"

Yoongi's eyes widen. It feels as if his heart stopped for a split second. For some reason that question gave him a rush of fear. He glances up at her, confused. "What does that have to do with anything? Besides, I'm known as the heartless player, if you didn't know already." His eyes avoid any eye contact as he walks over to pick up his wrench.