Into You | Yoongi

Ｂｕｒｎ Ｉｔ- ＥＴＥＲＮＡＬ

Ｉｎｔｏ Ｙｏｕ Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ７ － Ｂｕｒｎ Ｉｔ- ＥＴＥＲＮＡＬ

I awoke with a pounding headache, cold hands fumbling for my forehead as I breathed out a sigh, coughing as quietly as possible before realising I was alone. I waded into the bathroom, freshening up as I wiped away at my eyes, the hot water of the nicest shower I'd ever seen sifting through my hair, my hand stumbling for the faucet once I was satisfied with the job. Yoongi had left another one of his hoodies with a note on the bed, "I'll be outside whenever you're ready." I contemplated crumpling it up before tossing it back onto the bed, changing into yet another black item of clothing. My hair was left loose, long curls still damp from the shower I had previously. I ran a hand through my hair, watching the infinite shine ripple down the thick, healthy strands. "Yoongi?" I called out, noticing him standing, hands shoved into his Jean pockets. I'd never seen him without a leather jacket before, his arms were big and built, matching the broadness of his shoulders, the width of his chest becoming more apparent as he turned to face me, hair tousling ever so slightly.

"Did you sleep okay?" I ignored his question, not knowing to do with myself for a moment. He huffed, pinching at his nose bridge lightly before squinting his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. "No, I didn't, I don't know if you're registering, but I WAS NEARLY SHOT IN THE HEAD LAST NIGHT!" I screeched, my hand pointing out to my temple before bouncing back to my side. "It was all my fault, if I hadn't been there you wouldn't have stayed." I chuckled, unamused. "No, if you hadn't had been there, I would've walked home with the thought that I was just a game to you, that my feelings were your toys you got bored of, just like every single day for the past three weeks." He moved closer, holding out his arm. "Don't you dare touch me; you're never going to touch me EVER again." I stepped back, pulling a grip on the tears burning to escape the ducts they were kept in. "You can scream at me, hit me, you can beat me until I'm black and blue, but please, please don't ever think for a split second that what we have is just fun for me."

I felt my nails digging deep into my palms, the soft skin felt as if it were breaking from the harshness, I had curled to them. "I have fallen for you, hard. Please, just let me say I'm sorry, I know I don't deserve forgiveness, but I am so sorry Pluto, I need you." I'd never seen him so puzzled before, his cool exterior shattering in front of my eyes. I bit my lip, breathing in his words before loosening my hands, eyes now locked with his. "I'm sorry too Yoongi. Sorry that I ever thought this would work." I shook my head, bringing my finger back and forth between him and I. "Because this." I scoffed, feeling my voice break. "this clearly won't." I turned, grabbing my bag as quickly as possible before running to the door, Yoongi chasing after me desperately. I didn't look back, still bolting it into the lift as I watched him gasp, eyes looking more broken than ever. I cried all the way home, having to catch a taxi halfway from the pain of my heels.

I could've lost every layer in my throat from the way I had screamed his name, tossing his hoodie across the room only to scramble back into it, breathing in the closest thing I had to him. It was bizarre how distraught I had become over him, a guy I had only met a few months ago had become everything to me. I needed to get a grip on myself, but the painful memories, the nicknames, the gifts, the experiences we'd had together, it was as if a knife had carved them into my skin, a scar for every time I tried to move on. Apart of me wanted to go back, figure out a way to continue whatever I had with him, but I couldn't. I had to focus on myself and as much as I craved what we had; I knew who they were. Most likely murderers, bad people despite their claims.

Three months had gone by.

"Hey Joon?" I called out, watching as he pulled a book from the shelf between us, eyes wide with amusement at my shocked expression. "Come on sunshine, I don't have all day." He ruffled my hair, bending to match my eyeshot. "I'm hungry, why can't you just close the shop early?" I shook my head, tapping my finger against his lips. "Go and sit in the back, I'm working right now, you know that Joonie." He pouted, forcing a giggle from my lips as he tickled my chin. "Fine, you're no fun." I rolled my eyes, pushing him into the storage room as the bell pinged across the room. "Can I just take these please?" I nodded, totalling up their receipt before handing over their new possessions. "come again soon." I beamed, watching as they walked out of sight. I had been doing well the past few months, Namjoon and I had become increasingly closer, he spent more time with me than I'd ever spent with anyone but I had to admit, I liked it. I hadn't seen or heard even the most remote thing about Yoongi, Taehyung or Jungkook, despite him working only a few blocks away, the smell of grilled meat sometimes wafting a temptation past the cool breeze, as I walked home. I hadn't been attacked by the putrid murderer since that awful day, I figured it was just a stalker who became bored, the police ensuring it was under control. Life was getting better; I was just starting to feel okay again.

I awoke with a Thursday chill, sifting my closet for my outfit of the day. I decided on a short-sleeved top, white puffed sleeves enhancing the sweetheart neckline, my fingers traced the tight boning, giving it a pretty finish. I zipped up the side of my fitted snow-toned shorts, a thin studded chain belt overlapping it. After applying a coating of rose quartz tinted gloss to my lips I ran a hand through my hair, brushing it to create a middle part, a slight wave left from the night before when I had decided to straighten it. My feet slid into the pair of boots I had polished earlier on in the morning, my hand scrambling for my phone as I left the apartment building. "no texts." I shrugged, eyeing my all-white ensemble head to toe in the store window. The tiny rhinestones on my smoke toned fishnets bedazzling the once dull glass. "Hey Tangerine." I hopped onto the desk, sprinkle a new tub of fish food over the tank as I watched her nibble away at the miniature flakes, feeling somewhat satisfied as I grabbed the box cutter, slicing down the thick brown rectangle containing new stock for a month. After adjusting the slots and dusting down the store I turned on the radio, a light tune evaporating across the room as I waded further beyond the shelves.

"Hey, Sunshine." I smiled at Namjoon's playful tone, take a bite of my fresh emerald apple, a sour flavour dancing on my tongue. "Sup Joon." I swallowed the contents, putting the phone back to my ear. "Do you want to hang out later?" I sighed, staring down at the floor for a moment. "I think I'd rather just go home tonight; we'll hang out another time, okay?" I heard a heavy silence across the line. "Are you okay? You sound sad." I shook my head, "No, not at all I just need some alone time that's all, I'll text you later okay?" "Promise?" I nodded, rolling my eyes with a smile. "I promise, now go away breadstick, there's a customer at the door." I hung up before he could say anything else, waving brightly at the boy awkwardly fiddling with his glasses, jittering across with a twitching smile on his lips, disappearing onto the other side. "J-just these please." He seemed shy, in some ways it reminded me of how I used to be as a teen, unable to shed the broken exterior everyone seemed to so easily. "That's no problem, I'll wrap them up for you." I gave him a smile, ensuring our eye contact was short and minimal, remembering the way I'd panic at the mere sight of a stranger's pupils.

The rest of my day had been average, nothing particularly special, I just wanted to get home and binge eat, remembering the care package Namjoon had made filled with my favourite snacks when he saw me crying one afternoon, he was so sweet. Surely enough, 7 pm had rolled around the corner, I locked up the shop, frowning at my hands. I hadn't worn them since he left. The white latex as a reminder of the night we had shared, I had to admit, I missed it with every passing memory. I folded my arms, gripping tightly onto the cloud coloured leather keeping me warm, eyes jolting up at the glowing green, a lime tint due to the neon tone of the sign glistening in icy puddles below. "Turn around." I repeated over and over, rolling my eyes at the thought.