The House Of Games (BTS mafia) 18+

23. Being good, then bad, then good again

Y/N's POV

I enter my room while feeling confused as hell.

I look towards Ypis enclosure on the nightstand beside my bed.

He's sleeping.

I sit on my bed and stare at my pet snake while thinking about how bizarre my day was.

First Yoongi...

The first time that I met him in the basement of this house when they captured me, he was a jerk.

He still is, but a jerk that kinda cares.

From the moment he learned that I was hurting myself he changed a bit towards me.

He must have loved his sister very much.

He's also very open with what he does and says and doesn't care what others think.

I thought that he would be one of the guys that I will stay away from, but I was wrong.

As I'm thinking about it again and again I realize that he helped me many times and I didn't even notice.

The time when he found out about what I was doing to myself.

He didn't reveal it to anyone and cared for me in secret.

When he offered to help me when I was on my period.

Today when I opened up to him (kinda)...

He didn't use anything I said against me.

I actually said many things that I shouldn't have and I think he noticed.

At the beginning I thought that he didn't care.

But maybe he cares more than anyone in this house.

He seems cold and unapproachable.

But he's actually not.

How didn't I notice sooner?

I never made mistakes like this.

But then again...

I never got close to anyone before.

I never stayed to one place at a time.

I always stayed away from other people.

This whole situation is something completely new for me.

I've been in places with a lot of people around, but they always wanted something from me and tortured me to get it.

This...

This is new.

And now my secrets are all out in the open.

It would've been bad if it bothered me more.

But for some reason it doesn't.

A month ago when Jin came to visit me in the infirmary and mentioned that family for the first time I felt rage and fear.

Rage because of how much I hated those people and what they did to me and fear for these guys.

I was afraid that if they pushed the subject to far I might hurt them and it would end up with them and me dead.

But nothing happened.

I tried to kill Satan, but not because he asked me.

But because he took a tragic moment of my life and used it to make fun of me.

Or so I thought at that moment.

I realized that he was trying to make a point.

He said that who I am now, that man helped me become.