Yoongi had been taking me to a lot of coffee dates and walks in the park these last two weeks and I was enjoying them. Our little talks, shy comments about each other, getting to know him more, I was enjoying all of it. Hence one day when he offered to take me to his favourite place, I did not hesitate to agree to the offer, making a mental note to take him to mine someday.
Getting in his car, what I did not expect was him making me turn around and tying a blindfold on my eyes. I held on to the car seat tightly, slightly uncomfortable with the lack of one of my sense organs. Sensing my discomfort, Yoongi would sometimes link one of his hands with me while steering with the other, calming me down.
When we reached the place, Yoongi got out of his seat and came to stand in front of my now open door, helping me out. He removed the blindfold and threw it to the backseats of his car. I could not help but be awestruck at the scenery in front of me. It was almost evening, the dark clouds covering the entire sky, not a single star visible. I removed my footwear along with Yoongi leaving them in the car to feel the soft grass between my toes. He led me to the edge of the cliff where it hung over the farms and meadows, the green spread far too wide. We sat down at the edge with our legs dangling below. The sky coloured in a pretty pinkish blue along with a tint of orange as the Sun sets along the horizon.
"This was a place I visited when I wanted to clear my head or whenever I used to have a nightmare. It was always effective in calming me down. Still is." Yoongi broke the silence explaining why it is his favourite place.
"You know Sung Jae.....how?" he questioned.
"Father's right hand man. You know him too?" he nodded at the question.
"My parents were killed in a car accident when I was sixteen. I had no other choice than to deal in drugs to pay off the debt my father's drinking habit had caused. I got involved in the underground gangs run by the bosses in the city. It was there that I met him. He too had the same reason. We became good friends seeing as we were left with no choices. After my debt was paid, I wanted an out. I did not want to continue living my life like that but Sung Jae grew greedy. He wanted more. I had to let go our friendship and start a new life. Mr. Lee, Ara's father helped me get back up from the money I had saved. That is how I became a part of this group" The twinkle in his eyes told me how fond he is of the boys.
I nodded my head, taking in the information of him working as a drug dealer for a mafia boss. I looked at my phone to see a few messages from my brother asking me when I'm coming home. Checking the time I realise it is already late evening. I ask Yoongi to drop me back to the café he had picked me up from so that I could walk back to my house quicker.
Reaching home, I avoided Jimin's persistent questioning about my whereabouts until now, not knowing how to answer them and seeing as I won't give an answer to the question that he was continuously asking, he changed the topic to discuss how his day went while we ate dinner. Going from talking about shooting practice to school and then to how much fun he had hanging out with Jungkook.
The days went by pretty quick and it was one of these days when I invited Yoongi to join me to go to my favourite place. Seeing his furrowed brows when we reached the cemetery, I could not help but let out shy giggles trying to suppress my laugh. He looked at me, his eyes comically wide, mouth hanging open.
"Are you going to kill me today?" and I burst out laughing at his question.
"No.....but this is my favourite place" he looked at me as if he was freaked out by me and my choice, mouth still slightly open.
"It's fine if you don't wanna come any further" I continued, thinking if he was uncomfortable coming in.
"I'll go in if it is where you find peace" he said without any hesitation, a smile adorning his face.
"Right here" I said when we finally reached my mother's grave. Bending down and placing fresher flowers than the ones already lying there, withered. Yoongi stood there, attentively watching me. I patted the ground beside me when I sat down in front of the stone, indicating him to sit down. Yoongi took his seat, maintaining the silence.
"Meet my mother. This is where I come to whenever I feel like I need to clear my mind, when I've had enough of father's beatings or Sung Jae's nonsense. It's the freedom that I feel here that pulls me here every time. I can tell her everything that's troubling me. No one knows about it, at least until now." I say with a smile gracing my lips, looking at Yoongi.
"Jimin has never come here though" my smile fading into a frown at the thought of Jimin.
"Why? Isn't it his mom's grave too.....I mean..."Yoongi trailed off.
"Mom died saving Jimin from a car accident. He has been blaming himself all this time. He thinks it's his fault. He has never accepted she's dead. He said he can't face her, knowing she is there because of him. I've tried explaining that it's not his fault so many times but he just doesn't listen. He shuts me out every time I try to get him to talk about it. He still gets nightmares about it. He's just too stubborn to come here. I just hope he doesn't blame himself anymore. Sometimes he used to feel so guilty that he's even tried killing himself. That was before you guys came into his life though. He started smiling more and is much happier than before. Thank you for taking care of him when I was not there" I spoke staring straight at the stone, the bittersweet memories resurfacing once more, looking at Yoongi only at the end. He smiled before saying that it was not just him, but all of them together.
"I've been saved by them too, you know? They've become like a second family, one that I never had and always wanted. They cheered me up when I was down and helped me get back up" He replied, smiling.
We got up and this time, knowing that father and Sung Jae were not at home, I allowed Yoongi to drop me off at our door like he always wanted to do. Once we got home, I found Jimin standing in the doorway, glancing behind me, a frown painted on his face. I quickly bid Yoongi a goodbye and sent him home as I managed to take a seething Jimin to our dining room and made him sit on one of the chairs, seating myself opposite to him.
"True love is holding hands, taking care of each other, using the smallest gestures and letting your partner know that you will always be there for them" – Anonymous.
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A/N : This chapter is dedicated to @read_for_need for her birthday tomorrow.
I really appreciate your existence and involvement in my life....I'm glad I'm your friend and I hope you have a great day ahead. ARMY forever....purple you....lots of love💜💜
