SORA'S POV

Not knowing what I should be doing now, I decided to go around the house. It was not a very lavish house, as what you would expect from a millionaire. But it was peaceful. Three rooms, out of which, one is this private studio.

I opened the door to another room and without any further thinking, I know it's Yoongi's room. Sombre colored walls and monochromatic bedsheets, he surely needs to pop colors in his life. But, I admit it's elegant and clean.

A photo frame of his mom and dad was kept by the bedside and that made my heart swell. I like when Yoongi admits being emotional or touched because usually he tends to hide it from his everyone. Whether he's hurting or he's jovial, he keeps everything under his motionless expressions.

Looking around, I opened the cupboard that I know I shouldn't but who cares. He's not here. Clothes kept neatly, again very unlike me. I can get an anxiety attack looking at the cleanliness, I cannot touch it, I'll ruin them.

It's so boring being here all alone. I can't believe that I am so bored that I got hypnotized by a spiral pattern on his shirt because I was staring for so long. I shook my head and closed the cupboard with a groan.

I sat down on the edge of the bed with a thump and that caused me to bounce. It was super soft. I bounced upon it more till that turned boring too. I opened the bedside drawers and only boring papers.

I pulled it out, it's the year book of elementary school. And I remember, he scribbled on my face in class photograph just because we had a stupid fight. I heard the main door open. But, it's okay because I tore his birth certificate in return saying, 'Sorry kitty but you don't even exist.'

"Sora?" Yoongi's voice resonated in the house.

I panicked, I don't know why. I threw the yearbook on the bed itself and slid down the bed. I just hope there are no spiders here.

I heard the door to this room open and I can only see his feet.

"Sora?" He called again and moved towards the bed, where I suppose he saw the yearbook. His feet were right in front of my eyes. An idea crept up my mind. I stifled a laugh as I quietly got my one hand out to grab his leg.

I swear, I haven't heard Yoongi yell so fucking loud. I could have gone deaf. He frantically pulled his leg and I quickly retreated my hand. I saw him stumble and fall on the tiled floor. It was funny. It was very funny.

Agust D fears monsters under the bed!

I popped my head out and grinned wide. "Scared, kitty?"

"Fuck you Sora! It was you, dammit!" He spoke with a frenzied fear demonstrated on his face. I laughed loudly, "No. I am the ghost under your bed!"

He was panting, his hand reaching his chest to pacify him. I laughed more and tried to come out of that little place but my head hit the bed as I tried to did so.

As you sow, so shall you reap.

"Ow," I let out, and fell back on the floor like a starfish. My head and hands out of the bed and my entire body still hidden.

"Careless woman!" He muttered and held my arms, pulling me out swiftly. He made me sit while I was still whining, it was paining.

His hand pressed against my head, trying to assuage the pain. "What a careless woman you are! And why were you under the bed?!" He questioned while I was dazed in his concerned eyes.

"Oh my God, it's bleeding," he let out.

"WHAT?" I pulled his hand back to see the blood but nothing, it was just his pale hand. He laughed at my naivety. I pulled the pillow from over the bed to land it straight on his face.

"Jerkhead!" I cursed and he laughed more. "Stop laughing, Min Yoongi," I ordered and tried to smack him more but he held it and bore a tough fight. In the end, we both were just laughing, sitting on the floor, looking at each other.

Tears spill down his cheeks and smile turning sad. "Hey, why are you crying? Don't tell me I scared you that bad," I said but was internally panicking. Yoongi crying? What am I supposed to do? He isn't supposed to cry.

"I am sorry," he mumbled, taking my hands in his, bringing them close to his face. And now his tears transformed into a sob. My heart ached and I gulped.

"Y- Yoongi what..."

He kissed my hands that were in his and mumbled yet again, "I am so sorry."

"It's fine Yoongi. Stop crying, it's okay," I said.

He shook his head. "It's not fine. I thought you left me just like I left you all alone. I am so fucking sorry. I love you, I love all of you. Every vice, every virtue. I am sorry for saying the contrary."

I was just watching him speak so emotionally.

"I understand you," I pulled my hands and wiped the tears off his cheeks. "I am not angry at all. I mean I was but now I am not."

Abruptly, he hugged me tightly. "I was scared. I was so scared," he admitted and my heart pounded.

"I was so scared of losing you. I cannot let that happen. The mere thought of you going away sends shivers down my spine. I wasn't meaning of saying what I said. I wasn't meaning to leave you all alone."

I went silent.

He broke the hug and glanced towards my face. "If it will make you feel good. You can slap me," he said and closed his eyes.

I was taken aback. Why people here are so violent?

My fingers moved his manly bangs from his forehead and his eyes opened. I cupped his cheeks and pressed my lips onto his forehead. As I retreated, I stopped infront of his face. I could feel his breath travel over his face, such was the proximity.

"Where will you find a woman who kisses you when you ask to be slapped?" I whispered.

"In my heart," he smiled, a reddish hue travelling all over his face.

"Who's tomato cheeks now?" I mocked. He scooted further and pecked my lips causing warmth to travel all over my body, butterflies soaring in my stomach.

"It's obviously you," he chuckled and eventually I did too.

"You were right Yoongi. We should take legal action against them," I muttered, looking down.

"Obviously, I am always right!"

I rolled my eyes at that. "I would agree with you but then both of us would be wrong," I passed. "Oh by the way... I may or may not have bitched about you to Mi Unnie."

"Huh?"

"She just called and I was angry. So... I just told her about you said. Sorry."

He smiled, caressing my cheeks. "It's fine. I don't care till it gives you peace."

I blinked and he neared my lips dangerously.

"I am sorry but if anyone dares to touch you, I'll break their neck," he whispered against my lips.

He was so close to me, his words weren't even seeping in my brain. It took me a minute to interpret them.

"Yoongi..." I whispered. "You need to realise, being a kind soul in a cruel world is not weakness. It's courage."

"You're a brutally soft woman. There's a reason I wished I were a rock, I would protect you like a boulder."

I giggled, "And since you're not a rock in this life. I shouldn't be soft?"

"You should. It looks beautiful on you," he said and leans in carefully. I am breathing and not breathing, I can feel neither of my limbs, neither my own heartbeat, the cold emptiness in the room because all I feel is him, filling everything. And he kissed me.

Very softly, I haven't experienced something like this. My heart slowed and my muscles relaxed. How much I needed him terrified me. I said that I don't need him, it's a lie.

We were this one volatile entity that would either implode or meld into one another. Either way, everytime he's near my life turns upside down. And I don't want it any other way.

We seperated, our foreheads pressed against each others. His stomach grumbled angrily in between of our moment and I laughed so loud, almost fell back on the ground while he was embarassed.

"I'll cook something for us," he said and stood up, moving out. He stopped once and looked at me who was close to tears laughing.

"This pink shade looks better than the one you were showing me last week. It really suits you," he said and ran away.

I was dumbfounded. He noticed?

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