Save Me Break Me || MYG

The Memories Sixty Four - Reunite

3rd person pov

The young girl held on tightly to the towering man, his arms protectively around her shoulders while mumbling, barely audible to their dumbfounded audience that they seem to have forgotten. Bewildered to a point where they have forgotten to fill their lungs with air, the two boys could only watch, just like a television show they wish to intercede into but alas, they can not.

The man they have known as Butternut pulled away slightly to get a better look at the crying teen, examining closely her gorgeous face, literally melting at the pitiful sight he had before him. He brushed away her tears before planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

She tilted her head up, a smile formed from her quivering lips, the watefall of tears soaking the man's shirt.

"Oh my...It's really you..."

Yoongi started to feel a dull ache inside his ribcage, something he was not accustomed to, but quite familiar in a sense that he merely shrugged it off, regarding it as just another annoying feeling.

Jealousy. Yes, that's what it was. How he longed for Mia to freely jump into his open arms at random like this, without anything to initiate such tenderness but simply the desire to feel his strong arms around her, to make her feel safe, to give her the feeling she was home at last. Too bad, he cannot.

Jealousy. It was knawing at his insides relentlessly, sending unwanted shivers throughout his body. He wanted oh so bad to snatch the girl and his cat from their unknown host, but him being in a daze at the subtle movements of the girl, and the beads of tears from her eyes completely shut down his brain, therefore he was glued to the spot.

Little did Yoongi, nor the clueless young man beside him whose bunny teeth peeked from the O shape of his mouth know this will turn out to be an unexpected family reunion.

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Yoongi's POV

"Oh my...it's really you..."

I don't remember having in my hand the swiss blade that I secured earlier inside my pocket just for emergency purposes, but I was reminded that I had it by the lingering stinging in my palm, and when it created a soft clatter on the floor, causing all eyes in the room to focus on me.

"Oh, my bad, I forgot about them. Well, these are my friends, Yoongi and Jungkook. Boys," she returned her gaze to the man who was beaming at her. "This is my Uncle Matt. He's my dad's younger brother." The guy tore his eyes away from Mia, the soft and endearing expression was replaced by a hostile demeanor in a fraction of a second as he glared at us.

In my peripheral vision, Jungkook looked away and scratched his nape, shamefully relaxing his grip on what seemed to be another one of my pocket knives inside his jacket.

Matt greeted the curious cat, letting it sniff and lick the dorsum of his hand as he spoke to his niece, "Mia, Sweetheart, as much as I am ecstatic to see you after so long, I won't pretend that I'm not disappointed that you had to be away from home at this hour. Young girls such as yourself must be in their bedrooms resting or reading books, must not leave the safety of your house. Does your father even know where you have gone?"

She lowered her head, her gray pupils moving left to right as she nibbled on her nails. "W-weeeeell, about that..."

He clicked his tongue as he stared at his niece disapprovingly. "I didn't think so. And to you, gentlemen," he turned his attention towards Jungkook and I, his glare intensified, "How could you let your friend come with you at this hour? The fact that-"

"Wait, Uncle," Mia interrupted, settling herself between us and her uncle, Migi still in her arms as it was trying to understand what was causing the distress of his mother. "Uhm, that's my fault. You see, my cat and I hid inside their car's trunk because they forbid me to accompany them, but I felt like I needed to be here, and I was right! I knew it's you," she was delighted, clearly proud of her correct intuition.