Chapter 10 (1/1)

“You stupid little brat!”He was roaring.I winced, folding my legs against my body and throwing my hands over my ears to muffle the sounds of his anger. “Would you relax, Hyun? She’s still only five! Why do you insist on crucifying her for every little mistakes she makes?” My mother bellowed, the tone of her voice just as loud and angry as my father’s. “Relax? She ruined my favorite magazine, Hyerin!” He shouted back, slamming his hand on the table that I was currently hiding under.I whimpered quietly and felt tears pricking at my eyes. The hands covering my ears did nothing to stop the shouts from entering into my mind.“Oh shut your mouth, you can easily buy another copy! You should be ecstatic that your daughter is not only showing immense intelligence, but a high level of creativity for her age. So what if one little magazine got cut up?” Mom hissed, slamming a foot down to emphasize her point.The tears spilled over and I sobbed quietly as my parents continued to argue loudly, their shouts getting even louder and louder until my father stormed out of the room. “Everything in my life has been completely horrible since that little runt came along! Its all her fault!”~~~“Wake up Yujin, wake up.”I shot up suddenly, my forehead covered in sweat and my breaths too short, tears staining on my cheeks.“Are you finally back with me? It was just a dream.”I turned to my right in surprise, trying to get ahold of my breathing when my eyes connected with Yoongi’s wide, concerned dark orbs.“H-hey—” He stuttered at my appearance while I desperately wiped my cheeks and shook my head, trying to calm myself from the panic I felt in my unconscious state.It still happened every now and then, but I could never predict the pattern of those dreams.He reached his left hand onto my back, carefully running it up from my shoulder down to my waist.“Its alright.” He murmured, reaching around to pull me toward him.“You just had a nightmare. Everything’s okay.” He soothed as I didn’t resist collapsing into him, leaning my head into the crook of his neck and allowing him to pull me into his chest.“Y-Yoongi—” I breathed, one of my hands grabbing onto his shirt and balling it into my fist. I still wasn’t completely coherent, the emotions from my dream still hitting me full force.“Come back down to earth with me.” He whispered, gingerly pushing my head closer to his skin while his other hand ran up and down my back comfortingly.I’d never had anyone here before to calm me down from the dreams.Before I knew it I found myself relaxing at his touch and soothing murmurs, allowing my body to fall completely limp against him.“Good girl.” He hummed as he reached a hand into my hair, dropping his head onto mine.This… is the kind of thing every person covets, isn’t it?I never really understood it before but I definitely do now.“Did you dream about your parents fighting again? Does that happen often?” He treaded, voice still quiet and low in an attempt not to spook me.“Couple times a month, usually. I’m used to it.” I replied shortly, not resisting as I allowed him to pull me back down into a horizontal position with him.I allowed myself to fully accept the situation before me, willing my heartbeat to slow down again so I could sleep as I snuggled up against him as much as I could.“How do you usually calm down?” He asked, his voice still raspy and clearly indicating that he wanted to go back to sleep.“Music.” I replied, letting out a sigh when I felt him continue to rub my back. I already felt much better than I usually would just because he was there to distract me.He let out a deep hum before taking a deep inhale through his nose.My eyes follow your eyes, nose, lipsBut please don’t misunderstandI can’t hold it in when I see you,this is such a painI immediately felt a huge grin plaster itself on my lips as he quietly rapped his part in one of BTS’s songs. I couldn’t get over how cute it was that he was trying to calm me down.I’m not even drunk butI pretend to be drunk and act cuteI’m not a pencil butI keep getting dark thoughts toward youDid you notice my dark thoughts?I try to hide it but I can’t,it’s just useless effortsI found his gesture so endearing that I couldn’t contain myself from burying my face into the crook of his neck while tightening my arms around him, memories of the terrible feelings of my dream long forgotten in that moment.Only you only youAgain, I’m acting weird in front of youYou’re so pretty pretty prettyBut why am I like this?“Ah, my singing voice is gross. Those notes are too high.” He chuckled as he dropped his head back onto the pillow.“No, I like your singing voice. Its cute.” I giggled as I shut my eyes, instead focusing on the sound of his heartbeat. It was surprisingly fast, but that was probably because I unintentionally startled him awake.“Yah, who are you calling cute? I’m incredibly manly.” He argued in response, reaching his free hand down to scratch his stomach.“Please. Jin said you use aegyo just as much as Tae does. You’ve been exposed.” I countered, making him grumble at me.He lifted his hand to flick the back of my head, making me let out an exaggerated groan in protest, a smile still present on my face. His heartbeat and his musky scent were incredibly calming, the mixture of that and his soothing voice returning the drowsiness to me.“Go back to sleep, idiot.” He sighed as his free hand resumed dragging along my back.“You go back to sleep, idiot.” I shot back.“No, you.”“No, you.”“We are so stupid.”I couldn’t help but snort at this, delighted to hear him have the same reaction that I had had in my head.I settled my hand across his tummy and let out one final sigh.“Night, mint head.”***It was when I woke up the next morning, face planted in between the junction of Yoongi’s neck and shoulder, arm wrapped tightly around his now exposed stomach, legs intertwined at the end of the bed, that the realization hit me clear as day.I loved him. I loved everything about him.I loved the way his face was usually settled in a scowl, deterring people away from him. I loved the way he dressed for class and how much it contrasted the way he dressed casually, almost as if he embodied two different personas. I loved that he was so naturally sarcastic and sassy. I loved that he could bicker with me and in a split second, switch to supportive and caring actions. I loved the way his stupid mint hair covered his eyes so you could only see what he was feeling if you looked really closely.I loved that he pushed me out of my comfort zone and forced me into a friendship with him, despite any reservations I originally had. I loved that he wasn’t deterred by my desperate defense mechanisms trying to keep him away. I loved that he produced music and let no one else hear the drafts but me. I loved that I didn’t hate it when he touched me. I loved that my days were brighter when I walked into that lecture hall and was greeted by him.But more than anything, I loved that under that prickly exterior was the sweetest, deepest, and most caring boy I’d ever met in my life.“Mmmfff.” He huffed in his sleep, arm over my back tightening and the noise coming out of his mouth making me giggle.I even loved the way he snored, which was saying something.“Ssshhh.” He breathed in his sleep, making me shut up immediately and resume cuddling against him, pretending to still be asleep.I even loved to cuddle him, and I usually hated when people touched me.“Ugh.” He breathed, finally coming to and letting out a loud yawn as he did so.I remained still, my brain still trying to process these feelings that I had finally put a definite label to. Plus I really didn’t want to have to let go of his warm skin at that moment.“You awake, lazy butt?” He ventured, squeezing my shoulder slightly to get a reaction. I remained silent, attempting to breathe evenly.“Hmph. I’m really waking up before you? How lame. Now I’ve gotta make breakfast myself.” He whined, making me hold in the smile that threatened to take over my lips.He heaved out a heavy sigh and traced his fingers along the back of my neck.“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He murmured as he massaged the skin on my neck briefly before he began to pry me off of him to get up.I could definitely get used to waking up to this every morning.I kept my eyes closed until I heard him padding out of the room toward the kitchen, opening the fridge to search for breakfast contents.I opened my eyes and bit my lip, feeling my face heat up when everything that happened clicked in my head.It was actually a bit terrifying how rapidly he became like home for me. I couldn’t believe that my feelings had developed so fast and become so deep in just two short months.Shaking my head, I forced myself to be rid of those thoughts for the time being as I reached for my phone on my bedside table.I furrowed my brows when I noticed that the rose Jin had given me wasn’t at my bedside where I left it the night before. I scanned my room and found it on the floor across the room, making me smirk at how it obviously ended up over there.So he had a jealous streak in him, huh?I pressed the home button on my phone to see a thread in the group chat asking where the hell Yoongi was, again. This time, however, he’d answered by saying that he was dead on the side of the road, making me snort.I had a private text from Jin inferring that Yoongi was with me.Yes, he’s here.If I find out that you two have been doing unorthodox things I’m going to bury him in the nearby graveyard.What kind of girl do you take me for, oppa?I scoffed and threw my phone toward my feet, face going red at Jin’s words. Honestly, does he really think I’d let Yoongi fool around with me without some kind of commitment? That was clearly something neither of us wanted for the time being.“Fuck!”I snorted at the sound of his curses in the kitchen, followed by a loud clang of metal. I suppose I could go help him, but listening to him struggle was a lot more entertaining in my book.“Why is this kitchen a death trap?” I hear him whine, making me giggle uncontrollably to myself. The answer is because Jieun ‘organized’ it.I was startled out of my bliss when my phone buzzed again, this time with a private text from Tae.Hey, can you spare a few minutes to give me a one on one chat before your roommate gets back?Sure, but can we push it until around lunch? I need to get ready and stuff. Yeah, of course! I’ll treat you for helping me out