Save Me Break Me || MYG

The Memories Forty Two - Lose Control

She clutched my hand as she led the way towards the grassy meadow, her free hand grazing over tall grasses that sway with the wind, the honeysuckle scent of hers wafting in the air. Once we reached the middle, she turned to me and held my other hand, placed it on her waist, and motioned for us to dance. I held her, closing the gaps between us and nuzzling against her neck. Her giggles filled my ears, sounding so heavenly and pure.

"I feel so lost without you, Emily. What am I supposed to do?"

She did not answer. Instead, she made me gaze into her beautiful eyes, then brushed her lips against my cheek to kiss a single tear that escaped from my eye.

"I failed you. I didn't protect you," I continued on.

"No, Baby. You did everything you can. You never failed in anything," the way she whispered in my ear sent tranquil waves all over me. I let out a heavy sigh.

"Yoongi, you know I love you, right? Find your happiness. Search for whatever makes you happy. It's what I've always wanted for you."

I cried even harder, holding onto her tighter, "Don't leave me, please..."

She cupped my face, making me lock eyes with her.

"I never left... I live in here," she pressed her palm on my chest, "I'm here inside your heart. Forever."

"WAKE UP"

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I must have fallen asleep while waiting for Mia's dad, because I was blinded by the sun's rays entering from the open window of the room. The smell of oregano filled the room, and I was greeted by purring noise from a furry, chubby face with a pink nose, its fat tail swinging left to right against my thighs.

"Meow..."

"Meow to you too, Migi."

I didn't notice the blanket covering my torso, which fell on him as I sat straight and stretched, causing the cat to jump to the floor and glare at me. Clearly upset, he pushed his tail up and waddled away from me.

Mia was not in the room, so I folded the blanket and placed it neatly on her bed. I let my eyes roam around her room, and saw some pictures on top of her bookshelf. I scanned them, and picked the frame with a photo of a man, woman and a little girl sitting on the woman's lap. I reconginzed a younger Mr. Lee, and baby Mia. I smiled as I noticed she hasn't changed much, that she was already gorgeous at a young age. The beautiful lady must be Mia's mom. Mia clearly got her looks from her, from all facial features to their delicate hands. They were almost identical.

Then I noticed on the lady's wrist was the same fairy charm bracelet Mia always wore, which was now carefully placed on her opened jewelry box. I picked it up, trying to recall exactly why it triggers a certain memory that I have seen this charm before. The same splitting headache reemerged, so I returned the bracelet inside the box and turned around.

I wished I had not.

Standing right in front of me was Mia, her hair dripping wet, with only a towel wrapped around her body, covering her naked self. I can't tell how I managed to catch every single detail of her delicious figure, I might've scanned her up and down without realizing. The knot where her towel meet enhanced the firmness of her breasts, making a deeper and more prominent cleavage. Her thighs were smooth and perfectly shaped.

We locked eyes for what seemed like forever, until a tightening around my groin area hit me like a cannonball, signaling me to quickly head for the exit and run down the stairs. I strode for the washroom downstairs, splashed cold water on my face and neck to lessen the heat that almost sent me off the edge.

God, she's fuckin' sexy, sexier than I could imagine. But fuck off, Yoongi! Control your raging hormones!

Once I cooled down, I went straight to the front porch to get some air. With my mind now polluted, I don't have the courage to face Mia now.

I wanted to run away, but it might give a different impression, so I paced back and forth, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

My head snapped at the direction of the sound of door opening, but averted quickly when Mia emerged at the arched doorway. Although she was fully clothed this time, the image of her in just a towel was constantly flashing and driving me crazy.

"I'm so sorry, I thought you would still be asleep so I took a quick shower and-" her voice was very apologetic

"You shouldn't apologize, it's really my fault, I should have left your room when I woke up... I lingered a bit too long, I guess." I scratched my nape and continued to look away, feeling my ears becoming so hot that they might fall off any minute.

"Are you really okay?" she asked, concern ringing in her voice.

No, I'm fuckin' dying here, love, I need to touch you, I need to feel your warmth...

"Uh yeah I'm good, I'll survive... Or something..."

My nails dug into my palms as I fisted the insides of my pockets to keep my hands safely away from doing the most unimaginable things. But like a deadly virus, lecherous thoughts raced inside my mind, eating every sensible and righteous reasonings.

"Well, okay then, I'm making breakfast, would you like some milk or tea?"

I want you, right here, right now... I want to sink myself inside of you---

"Uh, tea will be fine, thank you," I replied.

She scurried inside to make breakfast, and I heaved a sigh of relief as she went out of sight. I've never been so scared of myself until this moment. What if I lose control?

I laughed at myself for being so pathetic, I just keep making things more complicated; not only do I have to find Theo before he lays his hands again on Mia, and send him back to hell where he came from, but also restrain myself more seriously this time because if I don't, I'll end up breaking the girl I love.