Finding you [MYG]✔️

6. Butterfly

YOONGI'S P.O.V:

"Sunhee's birthday is coming soon Son. I have prepared a gift for you to give her." My father says, sliding a element carrier bag over the breakfast table to me. It's an expensive brand, as expected of my fathers taste.

"How much longer do I need to keep doing this?" I mumble.

"Sunhee's father still hasn't accepted the business deal yet. He's insisting that you marry her after University." He shrugs.

"What?!" I exclaim. "I never agreed to actually marry her!"

My father slams an angry fist against the table.
"Yoongi, listen to your father." My mother urges, trying to calm my father down.

"You will not ruin this for me. Are you listening?" He bellows.
I hate him. I hate everything.

In a moment of anger, I throw the gift bag on the floor and storm out of the house before my father can yell at me.
Slamming the front door, I walk to school.

This whole thing was supposed to be brief. My 'engagement' to Sunhee was only meant to be a month at most, just so my father can lock on the deal with her fathers company. Everything is so muddled up.

I've always found it kind of funny. The looks I get when I'm in the hallway.
Some people look up to me like I'm amazing, girls flutter their eyelashes at me and most of the guys never make eye contact.

Glancing at my wrist watch I realise I left too early. I hate sitting in my classroom the most. Constantly bombarded with girls and the murmurs of classmates. Why is he here early? When will he beat up another guy again?
I'm not in the mood to deal with that today so I dip into the toilets.

After a little while of standing in a toilet stall and scrolling through my phone, I hear the door to the room slam open. Someone rushes in and turns the tap on before getting some tissues from one of the toilet stalls to my left.

Then... I hear sniffles. Are they crying?

"Pathetic." They whisper to themselves.

Those words...
Instantly, I'm light headed, overcome by an immense and sudden headache.

"I miss my mummy but every time I cry Bongsoo calls me pathetic."

What the hell was that?!
A little girl.... was it a memory? Who was that??
I must be going crazy.

Outside of my toilet stall, the sniffles morph into slow, silent sobs.
Hesitantly, I flush the toilet even though I didn't need to, and open the door.

Standing in front of the mirror, back against the sink looking like a deer caught in headlights is Y/N
Why is she everywhere?!
Even in the boys toilets?!
But she's covered in white powder... flour?

She blinks at me with flushed cheeks.
"Y-Y/N? This is the boys toilets..." I croak out, unsure of what to make of this situation.
Her eyes widen before she tries to rush to the door but I grab her arm to stop her from leaving.

"You're going to go out there looking like that?" I ask, feeling sorry for her.
She shakes her arm free from me and I sigh at her stubbornness.

Against my better judgement, I pluck some tissues from a toilet stall and wet them slightly with some water before handing the lump to her.

She takes them and starts wiping her blazer.
I almost reach out to help but stop myself. I'm not doing this because I feel bad or anything... just think of this as charity, Yoongi.

But why does she have flour all over her in the first place? She looks like she just escaped some crazy bakery experiment.
"How did you... end up like this?"