Freedom- Yoongi BTS

7

After two more days of travels, the supplies were going down terribly fast and, even thought I didn't really liked the idea, I had to change the route in order to reach a city.

I slowed down and I parked not far away from the mall.

I turned to Yoongi, and I was surprised to find him softly snoring; with all the loud noises coming from the engine, I hadn't really noticed it; also because it was still extremely hard to make the boy speak in these past days, making me wonder if the person who cooked me dinner and spoke about his mother was even real.

I gently shacked him, trying to wake him up. He jumped, opening his eyes, startled, but he eventually relaxed when he took in his surroundings.

"We need to get some groceries, Yoongi."

"Do we really have to go?" he answered, rubbing his eyes.

"Unless you don't want to starve... yes we do." I sighed before adding " if you don't want to come, you can stay here. Alone." this words definitely got his attention as he shacked his head.

We jumped out of Betty and I grabbed my backpack and other bags.

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The shopping proceed in pure silence, broken only with simple questions from me, like: "Do you like this?", " Can I get this?", "Can you eat this?" from which the boy answered with only mall nods or grunts, but the last answer was something like 'do as you want, I don't care' coming out pretty rude.

I tried to engage a conversation different times, but it always died down after less than a minute.

I was getting pretty annoyed, but decided to wait until when we could return to the van.

I silently paid and thanked the cashier. I got all the bags, leaving some for Yoongi, but after seeing him walking past me while scrolling on his phone, I rolled my eyes, giving up completely.

A part of me wanted to yell at the boy for his behavior, but not wanting to cause a scene, I decided to wait.

Back in the van, I found the singer sat on the bed, still on his phone; when I got in he dindn't even knowledge my presence or offered his help.

I started putting things away, filling up the cabinets and squeezing stuff in them as much as I could.

At some point he sighed, as he was the one who was doing all the work; and that was the last straw for me.

"thank for helping me, by the way" my voice hard and low "what-"

" the whole morning I tried to have a normal conversation, I tried to get some things that you would like, but looks like you don't really care!" my voice was getting gradually higher " I had to carry all the bags alone, I put everything away by myself." I was basically shouting at this point " I took you in, I'm giving you food and clothes, I'm taking you to L.A." I took a deep breath " I am doing all this things for you, and you don't even care!" in that moment I was furious " April, I-I'm sorry."

"you better be!" I said after turning my back and climbing in the driver sit with the boy silently following behind me.