My Cruel Husband | Jimin FF

My Cruel Husband | Jimin FF | Chp. 31 | Kawaii_BTS123

( I'm fangirling because of the gif above this. Boku No Hero is bae (つ ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )つ)
( ⚠️Disclaimer⚠️: This contains things against Christ. For those of you Catholics that are truly devoted, I envy you. If you're gonna get hurt because of this, close this chapter and find another book. For the Muslims, read on if you wanna)

''Y/N?''

''Yoongi...'' I mumbled while clenching my suitcase, ''Ah, who am I kidding? Sorry to waste your time. I'll find someplace-'' He grasped my wrist and pulled me inside before letting me finish my sentence.

''I'll let you stay here, but what brings you here?'' He asked me as he closed and locked his apartment door. I scanned the perimeter of his apartment, gazed at everything swiftly before meeting his eyes. 

''I needed to get out of that hellhole.'' I sighed as I stood in a corner, quite anxious to make myself feel at him.

''Dude, sit down.'' Yoongi gestured me to sit on the couch. I reluctantly sat down and felt myself sink in relaxation.

''Where did you buy this couch? It's comfy..'' I weakly chuckled while caressing the soft ends. He leaned on the wall while piercing his eyes at me.

''Don't change the topic.'' He sternly spoke. I grumbled as I interlocked my fingers.

''I wanted to leave the place because of, ah, that situation and I...'' I held my tongue as I nervously looked away. He nodded his head and held my suitcase.

''Fortunately, there's a spare bedroom up because this is a duplex apartment and I live alone.'' He casually said while jogging up the stairs. I lifted myself off the couch and explored his apartment. I opened a wooden door and looked around the kitchen before my eyes pinned on a window. I peered over the window ledge and saw a church just a few blocks away. I looked at my clothes and turned my head. I trudged up the stairs and randomly opened a room. My luggage was lying on the floor. I knelt and zipped it open, grabbing a long white hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans. I immediately changed into that and wore my sneakers. I sneaked out of the apartment and walked down.

''It's cold.'' I huffed and warmed my hands in my pockets. I approached the church and reluctantly opened the door. Nobody was in. Just me and the statue of Jesus. I walked to a bench closest to the hanging statue.

. . . 

''I-...'' I bit my tongue, ''Hi, God. It's a sinner talking. I, um... I don't understand anything. Why am I still existing? Why did you have to hang on the cross to save us? You did nothing wrong and yet you decided to save a bunch of nobodies.'' I laughed.

''At least, that's what I say to myself'', I gripped my fingers together inside the pocket, ''It hurts, you know? Living on this cruel planet that people hope it would change and yet they take no action. Mourning for whatever has stained me has done nothing, and yet here I am, mourning.  Haven't I pleased you enough? I did everything my parents asked of me. I haven't disobeyed the commandments.. yet, and-'' I took a whiff of oxygen before looking down. 

''There's no point. I'm gonna die anyway. You're not here with us physically. The people that had enough had committed suicide. No point...'' The room suddenly felt darker and colder. I stood and walked away, quite lifeless. I pushed the church's glass door open and felt the cold breeze hit my face, I shuddered and dug my hands in the thick fabric. As I made my way through the hallways of Yoongi's apartment building, I heard a strange noise coming from his apartment. I pulled my switchblade out of my pocket and hid it, just in case. I pushed the ajar door to be greeted with a scream.

''PARTEHYA!'' A person yelled while raising a bottle of alcohol, particularly rum, in the air. 3 more yelled with him while holding butterbeer in the air. Yoongi was just in the kitchen, the smell of meat strongly coated the air. I frowned at them before retrieving into my room upstairs. 

Before I left to church, I designed the room and stuffed my clothes in the closet as rapidly as I can. I fluffed my bed before lying down on it. 

''Come in!'' I said as I heard a knock on the door. Yoongi came in with 2 plates of steak and freshly sliced fries. He weakly smiled in a good way before handing me a plate which I, of course, held it in excitement. 

''Mind if I eat here?'' He asked. I nodded while taking a bite of my steak. It tasted perfect. It was juicy and wow...

''Never knew you could cook.'' 

''Yeah, well. I picked up a hobby when I'm normally hanging out with Jin in the kitchen snacking my whereabouts.'' He replied while biting on his steak. I ate several fries at once and looked outside the window. Yeah, I came to the right person...