章 13: Eleven

Jung Hoseok

I made my way to visit Yoona again today. The same routine that I've done every day now.

"Yoona-ah. I saw him today. That bastard that hurt you. Why didn't you tell me Yoona? Why didn't you tell me that you had dreamt of that day every night? You would call home when you were in America with such cheerful acts that even I was fooled. I should have seen through your lies. I should have seen how much you were crying for help."

I placed the small bouquet of flowers next to her smiling photo.

"I told him Yoona. I told him that you were no longer here with us. I told him that it was because of him that you left us... Was I right or wrong for doing that?"

Memories of earlier when I encounter Yoongi invade my mind and I couldn't get his expression out of my head. After he told me that he had kissed Areum and called her my slut, I lost it and punched him hard in the face.

"You fucken asshole! It's your fault Yoona left us! You killed her you inhuman jerk! Why the fuck would I want Areum around you when you're a fucken murder. Like mother, like son..."

I knew those words were going to hurt him and I honestly hoped it would get some sort of reaction out from him. I thought he was going to fight back but instead, he didn't say anything, like he was quietly admitting it was his fault. Like he wasn't even shocked at the news of my sister's passing.

I turned away from him because I didn't want to see him anymore. It still hurts to see him. And if I'm hurting this much already, how much more was Yoona in pain because of him?

I shook those painful thoughts out from my mind and gave my sister one last smile for the night.

"Yoona-ah, tomorrow is Grandma's birthday and Areum is finally going to meet the family. She will do well, won't she?"

I looked at my sister's picture for a second before my mind had started to visualizing Areum smiling beautifully back to me. Our conversations of the past month and her loud laughter filled my mind and I swallow hard.

"It's wrong, isn't it? I shouldn't be thinking about her when I look at your photo... but I can't help it."

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Oh Areum

After my shower, I came out of the bathroom and saw that Hoseok Oppa had already left. There was a knock on my door and I went to open the door to see that Hoseok had ordered me steak and pasta from room service. I opened my door wide open to welcomed the cart into my room. I took the steamy hot food off the cart and placed them neatly on the dinner table and enjoyed my dinner.

After I had finished eating, I put all the dirty dishes back on the cart and pushed it back out of my room and left it outside. I called the front desk to let them know that I was done with my food and that it was ready to be picked up.

I had just finished brushing my teeth when there was a loud pounding on my door. I turned my head and frown in confusion towards the door cause it couldn't have been Hoseok since he had just left. I wasn't expecting Namjoon or any other guest. Maybe Hoseok came back cause he needed something. I checked my phone to see if I received anything from either Hoseok or Namjoon.

No text or missed calls.

The doorbell rung like crazy and there were some more poundings before I moved closer to the door to ask who it was. There was no response from the other end and I looked through the peephole but didn't see anyone.

I turned around feeling kind of freaked out by it before the pounding resumes.

"Who is it?! If you won't answer me, I won't open the door!"

No answer so I grip my phone and called Hoseok Oppa. The phone rang and rang before it went to his voicemail. I hung up and tried to call Namjoon next before the door handle started rattling telling me whoever was outside wanted to come inside my room.

I freaked out and was about to press the call button when I heard a faint voice from outside the room.

"It's me. Open the door for me Yoona..."

I couldn't tell who it was as I didn't recognize his voice. He knocks on the door again, but this time much weaker than earlier.

"W-who are you?"

"Please open the door for me Yoona. I need to talk to you. I-I need to see you..."

I look through the peephole again and saw a figure standing in front of the room. His head was hung low and I couldn't see his face, but I knew who he was. Just one look at that mint hair was all I needed.

I let out a heavy sigh before opening the door causing him to stumble into my room. He caught his balance before shooting me a gummy smile. Not gonna lie, his smile was kinda cute.

"What the hell are you doing here Yoongi? And how the hell did you know that I was staying here?"

Yoongi lets out a deep sigh before he stumbles his way deeper into my room. I could smell soju and beer mixed with the smell of tobacco on him as he drunkenly passes by me. He grips my wrist and drags me along with him towards the bed.

"What the hell Yoongi?! Are you drunk?" I asked him in disbelief that he had decided to show up here shitfaced.

He doesn't say anything but pushes me hard onto the bed before crawling on top of me to hover above me, pinning my wrists down. He was straddling me with both knees on each side of me to hold me down so that I couldn't move. He was too strong and I stopped struggling and glared at him. He doesn't say anything but stares at my face.

"Let me go Yoongi. What do you want from me and why are you here? Hoseok's not going to like it when he finds out that you came here."

"Fuck Hoseok!" He screams into my face.

"That bastard was supposed to be my friend! Fuck him and fuck you!" He was heavily breathing down on me after he had cursed both me and Hoseok out.

I was left in shock, not by his behavior or from his screaming, but by his tear that had fallen down his cheek. And then another fell, followed by another until it was an endless river. Each drop dripped off his face and onto my cheek as I witness the male pinning me down crying.

"Yoona-ah, I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" He sobs harder before he lets go of both my wrists that were pinned down onto the bed. His hand had slid underneath my neck and he found the crook of my neck as he cried into me while hugging me close to him.

I was stunned and I didn't know what to do. Do I push the weeping male off me or do I let him cry until he feels better?

I decided to choose the latter since Yoongi was crying way too hard and his weight wasn't killing me yet. My arms automatically closed over the shaking male in my arms and I pat his back in an attempt to calm him down.

I didn't say a word nor did he. We stayed in that weird position for a while, before I noticed that the crying male had gone too quite. His body that was on top of me had suddenly gotten ten times heavier and I realized he had fallen asleep on top of me.

I managed to roll him off me but before I could escape, he had tightened his grip on me and pulled me closer into his arms.

"I promise I won't do anything to you. Just let me hold you for a little while and then I'll leave."

His voice was trembling as though he was holding back another cry, so I let the male hold me. I didn't know how long 'a little while' meant for him, but before I knew it, I had fallen asleep in his warmth.

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Min Yoongi

The tiny girl in my arms had fallen asleep and I couldn't help but let out a tiny chuckle at her. She was cutely snoring away in my arms as I stare at her face.

She wasn't Yoona, but she looked so much like her.

The tears began to build back up in my eyes as I thought of her. I thought of her and her brother. Hoseok's words from earlier rang in my head and I felt like ripping my heart right out of my chest.

"You fucken asshole! It's your fault Yoona left us! You killed her you inhuman jerk! Why the fuck would I want Areum around you when you're a fucken murder. Like mother, like son..."

"Don't ever forgive me..."

I gently slid my hands from underneath her, trying my best to not wake her up. Once I had broken away from her, I sat and just stared at her lips. The temptation drew me closer and closer towards those plump lips.

I was about an inch away from her lips before I drew back and sat back up.

"You're not Yoona and you will never be Yoona, but your face is making it really hard for me to stay away from you."

I got up from the bed and looked around for a piece of paper and a pen. I left a little note next to the sleeping princess before finally leaving the room.

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Oh Areum

I was woken up by my phone ringing away. I rubbed my eyes open before noticing that Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. I grabbed my phone to see that Hoseok was calling me.

"Hi, Hoseok Oppa, what's up?"

"Sorry I missed your call. Did you need something?"

"Oh uhhh, nothing. It's nothing Oppa. Don't worry about it. I must have butt-dialed you or something," I let out an awkward laugh into the phone trying my best to play it off as if Yoongi wasn't just here 20 minutes ago.

"Okay, well then make sure you get a lot of rest tonight."

"Yes Oppa. Good night."

"Good night and sweet dreams."

We hung up the phone and as I was getting ready to get into bed, I saw a piece of white paper on the bed with something scribbled on it. I picked it up and realized it was a note from Yoongi.

'Areum,

I want to apologize to you when I'm not drunk or you're not snoring away. Whenever you're free, call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx.

-Yoongi'

I stare at the note with furrowed brows. I debated with myself if I wanted to throw the note away and pretend that I never saw it, or if I wanted to call him and ask about earlier. I would be lying if I said that it didn't make me curious about Yoongi.

From Hoseok's story that he had told me, Yoongi was a total dick and didn't show any signs of remorse. So why did he come here and how did he know that I stayed here? Why did he cry and apologize?

I put the note inside my wallet for now. I didn't know what I wanted and I'll just hold onto it until I know what I want to do with it. Besides, I have more important things to worry about right now, meeting Hoseok's family tomorrow.

I climbed in bed and shoved all thoughts into the back of my head and tried to fall asleep again for the rest of the night.

To Be Continued...