《first love | m.yoongi》33
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i fell asleep that afternoon and woke up around evening time, just to hear my mother working around in the kitchen. but when i opened my eyes, i gasped softly as i found myself laying closely to the yoongi guy. his eyes were closed as he slept peacefully. the black fringes on his face covered his forehead and his eyes slightly.
we were so close. i tried to scoot away only to find myself being held onto my hand. i look down and saw his hand intertwined with mine. suddenly, he mumbled softly in his sleep. i looked back at his face. nervously, i slowly reached my hand up to push the fringes away from his eyes as i stared at his face long and hard. but when i looked it, it only made my head hurt.
wincing softly in pain, i shut my eyes tightly and jerk my hand away from his as i sat up, holding at my head.
"no, stop!"
yoongi's eyes shot wide open as he saw me and sat up sharply. "soojin-ah, are you okay? what's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
i hear my mother come from the kitchen on to see me clutching the side of my head in pain.
"soojin, what happened?!" she asked.
"m-my head. it just hurts."
"do you need some ice sweetie?" she asked me.
"i'll go get some ice," yoongi quickly said. he got off from the couch and quickly went over to the kitchen to grab some ice. when he came back, i opened my eyes slightly to see the ice wrapped in a small towel.
he sat down in front of me and handed the pack of ice. "here."
i looked at him and then at the ice as i slowly took it and placed it on my head. "so cold," i softly said.
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"maybe you need to eat something. are you hungry?" my mother asked me.
"a little bit."
"alright, just a few more minutes. i made some soup, so it'll be ready soon."
i gave a small nod of my head. and with that, my mother left back to kitchen leaving yoongi and i together once more.
"you know... this situation reminds me of the time you found me at a convenience store," he softly began to say. slightly, i looked at him in confusion. still holding the pack of ice to my head, i manage to speak softly.
"w-why? what happened?"
"mm, well, i was just sitting outside of the store when you came out, holding like a huge pack of toilet paper rolls. you told me your mother needed more rolls," he began to say.
toilet paper rolls?
"go on..?"
"that night, you were the only person who found i was getting abused by my father," he softly said.
i pursed my lips together but then parted them again. "t-that must be personal to say. why are you telling me that?"
"because i trust you... and because it's true. i had a huge bruise slapped onto my cheek. so you bought me an ice pack just to keep my cheek from swelling too much... even though i didn't need it," he said.
i held the pack of ice firmly as i looked at him.
"that night, i finally realized that you were only trying to help me. even though i was rude to you at times, you still kept calm at my personality. you're the only girl who has been able to get through me...," he softly said as he looked down at his hands.
my head slightly throbbed again. i pressed the pack of ice more on the painful spot as i sighed softly.
suddenly, he slowly wrapped his hand around mine forcing me to look straight into his eyes. his hand holding mine felt so weird... but at the same time, i felt almost secure.
"i promise. i'll help you get you your memories back," he softly said, "soojin-ah."
the way my name slipped out from his mouth made me shiver slightly. but i looked at him and nodded my head.
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ooooo i hope you guys don't hate me.
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