Jimin came into my room a few days later, held my wrist while I was working on my assignment and lifted me up from my seat. I tried to resist but his hold did not falter. He playfully dragged me to the living room where I saw Yoongi and Taehyung waiting for us. I looked back at Jimin, jerking his hold off of my wrist, for some explanation as to why I was brought here with his friends. Without explaining, Jimin took my wrist and led me out of the house and pushed me gently into our car and sat in after giving an address to the driver, followed by the rest taking their seats.
I looked at Jimin again and then Taehyung when he did not respond with any explanation as to where we were going. Taehyung looked at me and shrugged. Irritated by their behaviour, I let out an exasperated sigh looking at Jimin hoping he would understand the question I've been trying to ask.
"Jimin, where are we going?" I questioned him once more without receiving any answer.
"The park...for some ice cream. He thought that you were stressed from studying so hard so he decided to help you." Yoongi spoke up after sensing my frustration. I smiled softly towards Jimin, using it to show my gratitude, who reciprocated it.
Having taken our ice creams from the vender, Jimin and Taehyung take off with knowing smiles on their faces. Yoongi looks over at me with slightly wide eyes but then shakes his head and puts on a small smile. He offers to take a walk before going back home which I take up since Jimin and Taehyung have gone off in the park leaving us here.
Yoongi's point of view:
Itching to ask her about Sung Jae and their relation, I couldn't stop myself from letting the words slip from my mouth while we were walking around eating our ice creams.
"Did Sung Jae cause you the wounds that I had seen that night?" I could feel her stiffen beside me, her defence mechanism taking over, making me feel all the more stupid. Of course she was not ready to talk about it. That night was probably the first time she had shown her vulnerable self to someone and I asked her about it as if it was absolutely normal for someone to break down and throw things around. Considering these things I add more to the statement.
"I mean it's fine if you don't want to answer that question. Just forget I ever asked it in the first place. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I was just being stupid. I didn't m-mean to. I mean...-" I cut myself off by a cough, making it even more awkward. Great, just great. You had to go and tell her you're stupid, my brain mocks me.
"It's alright I guess. About time I told you, huh?" she responded, a small guilty smile adorning her facial features. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I didn't think she would take it this lightly. Seeing the surprise clear as day on my face, she thought it best to continue.
"It's not him. It's father." The shock just magnifying in the quantity got my jaw to be left slack, hanging open, feet stopping themselves as I jerk to a stop. I open and close my mouth like a fool until I can trust myself to speak something. Collecting myself, I try to form a sentence but I was cut to it.
"You don't....See!! This is exactly why I don't tell anyone about it" She notices my strange behaviour and I can sense that she has started feeling awkward with me from my stupid reactions to what she had just said.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable"
"It's okay. I guess I expected something like that. Please just don't tell the others. Taehyung knows but not the others" I nodded to what she said but suddenly it struck me.
"Wait..! Taehyung knew?!" and this time I saw her nod her head at me. I swallowed and nodded, making her know that she can continue if she wants to.
"So it goes back to when I was eight. Mom had just passed away and I had gone to visit her. The maids were given a week's break. Jimin had not really accepted her death completely, even now, he's never visited her grave, not even once. So Jimin was at home with father and when I came back home I found him lying on floor of the second floor balcony, blood dripping down onto the first, cuts littered all over his face, arms and legs. He was just six years old, he had lost his mother and was beaten by his own father. I took him to the hospital in an emergency. While he was being treated in the ICU, I came back home and asked father why he had done that. He replied saying that Jimin was not perfect, he could not shoot properly nor take over his business. I made a deal that very day, took a promise from him. I knew he'd always respect the promises he makes. I asked him to blame me for any of Jimin's mistakes. I knew it would save Jimin and that was the last resolve I had to turn to after seeing Jimin in that state knowing how powerful father is because of his business and the underworld"
I had been quiet the whole time she spoke, nodding my head sometimes and by the time she was finished I could see her sniffling and trying to keep in her tears but one rolled down her cheek anyway. I turned to face her and wiped the stray tear with my thumb.
"It's okay...it'll be alright" I said holding her tightly in my arms, her head rested on my chest and it felt oddly right. It didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward like I expected it to be. It felt nice knowing I could comfort her like I just did. After pulling away from the hug and calming down, she again asked me to keep whatever she just said a secret. She said that she didn't want others to pity her and that she was strong enough to take care of her and her brother.
"So Sung Jae is not your abusive boyfriend or something like that?" She answered the question by making a disgusted face and shook her head in a negative.
We parted with each other after some time and this time I decided to drop her to her place before going home myself, seeing as Jimin and Taehyung were nowhere to be found in the park.
"Vinegar"
"What?" she questioned confused as to why I am saying this instead of wishing her a good night's rest.
"Bruises can be reduced by applying a cotton soaked with vinegar on it"
"Thank you. Didn't know that" she replied with a small grateful smile lighting up her face instead of the confused frown that painted her face moments ago. With that we said our greetings and I went my own way, leaving her at her society's entrance.
"You pulled me closer to you with your kindness but you never showed how hurt you actually were" - Anonymous
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