Save Me Break Me || MYG

The Memories Fifty Nine - We Only End With Your Demise

"Butternut."

Mia almost dropped the pan she was scrubbing back into the soapy water after hearing me mutter the name. After our scrumptious dinner, she offered to wash the dishes and I'll dry them while our parents chat in the living room, my mom serving tea to the old men who got along pretty well.

She gaped at me, completely flabbergasted. "How did you--"

"Way, way, waaaaay ahead of you, Love," I scoffed. At this point I was having difficulty finding out which part got me so annoyed, if it was Mia being dishonest about this whole fiasco, or her little devious stunt a while ago that got me so worked up, which I obviously failed to retaliate against because first, her dad's here and my mom will kill me, and second, I promised to never ever ever bite on the bait, despite her attempts to seduce me, whether intentional or not.

She kept scrubbing the butt of the pan, and after putting it under running water, she dried it up while her gaze was transfixed. I casually dried each plates she finished rinsing and stacked them on the rack, ignoring her piercing gaze.

During those days that I stayed at home, bored to death, I killed time by searching for Butternut through the deep web, and yes, I happen to have access to it because of my fairly good computer skills. On his page were for sale items, macabre items, stolen jewelry from graveyards, even a complete set of human skeletons for "medical purposes" along with other preserved human body parts and fetus kept in jars. He also offered rare and antique firearms, all stolen with fake paperworks. The katana I've been meaning to purchase was still there, the one who outbid me probably backed out.

What Trace said was true; imagine a huge mall, and its array of boutiques or kiosks. Mr. Hurst is the mall and his men are the small shops. He's the real deal. But still, people like Trace, Crane, and Butternut, though working for one boss, they're all agile and cunning and could survive on their own, and would never let their guards down. So luring Butternut out of his den would be tricky. I wanted to meet him personally, I want him to give my purchase right in my hands.

"I found him. I just need to get in touch with him." I said, giving her an answer to her inquisitive stare.

"Really? Can I talk to him? Please, Yoongi..." she pleaded, her eyes filled with passion as she clutched desperately onto my shirt.

"I'm not gonna hand you over to some merchant who sells human remains for a living, Mia." I angrily dried my hands on a towel lying nearby.

"Yoongi, please?" The way she pleaded wrecked me in every possible way: sympathetically, and sensually.

After throwing the wet towels in the hamper, I turned my attention to the girl who shamelessly clung unto me, whose eyes glazed with anticipation and hope bore mine. I began to stalk her, ushering her back into a corner where there's no escape. She crossed her arms over her chest as she stepped backwards, matching each step I make as I slowly walk towards her, trapping her. I swear I heard her gasp. My lips quivered into a triumphant smirk as I stared down at her, making her recoil and panic.

It's payback time.

"Why do you care so much? I know this isn't just about finding the bones, Mia."

With this unexpected confrontation, she squirmed nervously, shuffling for some space. She pressed her back on the counter, her hands gripping the edges of the counter tightly. She had nowhere to run, so I strode even closer until I could feel her hot breath skimming against my skin. "This isn't the time to talk about it. Please, Yoongi."

"Please what..."

She shut her eyes, scrunching her nose in the process. Her sweaty palms against my chest, ready to push me if I try anything funny.