First Love

Just as he promised, Yoongi made sure that Lisa never had to feel alone again.

He made sure he was there when she woke up, and held her tightly when she bursted into tears. He was there to pat her back and murmur against her head that she was safe, that he was there, that he will never allow her to be hurt again.

Yoongi devotedly stayed by her side while she was healing, after the abuse she received from the bastards who broke into her home. 

"You should be thankful. You're lucky you only got two broken ribs and a broken arm. In two months time, you should be okay," her doctor, an older woman with greying hair and jaded eyes, said while adjusting the splint on Lisa's arm, "Some people don't even come out of that kind of encounter alive."

"Lucky? You call that lucky? It shouldn't have even happened in the first place," Yoongi muttered with a grim look on his face, "It's fucked up that people have to be thankful for being harassed in their own home. She shouldn't have been hurt at all. I should've.."

His voice faltered, and his face contorted as if he physically felt pained at the memory of that night, as if it was his fault.

"I should've been there," he muttered lowly to himself, and the doctor couldn't help but give him a sympathetic look before leaving.

Lisa didn't understand why he blamed himself. She didn't get it at all. And sometimes, she would pretend to be asleep, just staring at the man from under her lashes, wondering why he looked so sad and so hurt for her. 

As she stared at him, Lisa would think to herself about how beautiful Yoongi was.

His skin was as pale as porcelain that she would sometimes get the urge to touch him, just to test if he was actually real, before pulling her hand back and hiding under her covers in embarrassment. 

His lips were so pink and pretty-- the prettiest pair she had ever seen! And his eyes, just gorgeous. His eyes had such sharp edges that made him appear unfriendly at times, but there was always a certain degree of softness in them whenever he looked at her that just made her heart skip a beat. 

And when the light hit his face just right, she could see the golden streaks in them and she'd be so mesmerized that it was almost hard to take her gaze away from him. 

Yoongi was so beautiful that he almost didn't seem human.

How could someone so beautiful care about someone so bland like her?

But no matter how pretty her mysterious penpal turned out to be, it wasn't enough to distract Lisa from the fact that she was in a hospital full of people she didn't know. Every alarm in her head had begun ringing the moment they entered the building. 

Unable to stand being away from her safe place for so long, Lisa soon insisted on staying at home instead of the hospital.

She just hated its cold, white walls and the smell of alcohol and antiseptic permeating on its every corner. It reminded her of her parents, the feeling of hopelessness she felt as she saw their bodies being taken away, covered from head to toe with white sheets. 

She had to leave.

Initially, her request was met with a lot of opposition from her landlord, Mr. Hak. But before they could get into a full-on argument, Yoongi had sidled up to her, giving her a supporting nod. "She doesn't feel comfortable here. I'll take her home."

"She needs to stay. Her ribs won't heal for two more months, she can't be all alone!"

"She won't be. I'll take care of her."