Whipped Heart | Namgi

Chapter 21

🦋ɪs ɪᴛ ᴛʀᴜᴇ?🦋

It was 21:55 on a Tuesday. The last time Yoongi's been in the cafe was on Thursday, so he decided to go back again. It was nice to walk under the stars, but the darkness of his fears overtook the signs of good luck, so he looked down at the pavement as he walked.

Last Saturday was the first time Yoongi drank.

He was scared to. He wasn't underage. His dad was a drug addict.

He didn't attack or abuse him or his siblings as much as people would believe. Oftentimes, once everyone was asleep he would take some shots. Yoongi had saw him a few times on nights he couldn't sleep under, but his father had only caught him once. He was scared that he would become a drug addict just like him as he listened to him mumble curses and swears while watching TV; gaining a feeling of anxiety whenever he would hear his own name in the mixture.

Thankfully, nothing too drastic had happened while Yoongi's subconscious took over him by liquor. Fears of it still came into his head even after reality hit, so he planned to have that as just a one time thing. All he really remembers was getting a flashback the next morning when he saw the knocked over bottle.

He was going to the cafe to boost up his energy with some caffeine. Better than running to drinks to try and forget only to have a pain in his head that forces him to remember all that he tried to hide. The cafe was peaceful enough to take you to another planet.

But is it still as peaceful as before?

Namjoon was cleaning the countertop. His shift ended in five minutes. He was too tired to stay and just wanted to sleep after such a busy day. No one was in the cafe anyways, so why not leave early?

Just as he was about to go into the back room to grab his stuff, he heard the bell dingle. He clenched the door handle and took a deep breath before turning around to see who it is. Those words felt useless now.

Noticing that it was Yoongi made him gain some more energy, feeling curiosity fill his mind like water in a cup.

"Hello, hyung," He smiled politely. "Long time no see."

Yoongi gave him some money. "Yeah. I'll just have my usual. To go."

His voice was rough, almost demanding. It was like the voice he had on the first few days of meeting a few weeks back. The memories of it returned like the sun melting the winter snow.

For some reason, it made Namjoon vulnerable. Scared to mess up. Similar to how he was before, except he knew the person behind the mask, which caused more worry than relief.

"Is something wrong, Yoongi hyung?"

Yoongi looked back at him as he was putting the cash into the register. He felt his heart flutter under a layer of cloth, not knowing how or why it came back in the first place. "You really care about me, huh?"

"Of course I do!" Namjoon answered too quickly for Yoongi to overlook. "What made you reconsider that?"

The way Yoongi's heart seemed to beat more noticeably yet melt at the same time was an odd feeling that he could never get used to. Yoongi's voice couldn't catch up, and it murmured a small, "Nothing."

"Do you care about me?" Namjoon asked teasingly.

"Yes."

Another fast answer. This time, it put Namjoon a bit off guard. From warm to cold, how can he do it so fast? And what exactly triggers these fast reactions? He has yet to find out, so he's left perplexed.