My eyes closed shut, just hearing his footsteps walking away from me. My fists clenched by my side and the sound of the car door opening ringed in my ear.

"Accompany us," my mom said. Her words stung my brain with alcohol dipped needles. What kind of fear is this?

"Am I clear?" She asked.

"Yes," I opened my eyes to witness her contented smile. "Yes, you did make it clear but that doesn't mean that I have to abide by it."

I don't know if he is still there or has he left already. I don't know what will be the consequences. I don't know why every fibre of my being is revolting against this.

There's just one voice that makes me speak this - love. He trusted me, I cannot let him down. I may be a coward, but I am not a bitch.

"What did you say?" She questioned.

"I mean, I won't come to you, I don't want to. What have you done to me, mom? What's this that I have become?" I questioned, tears forming at the corners but I won't let them fall. Not for them.

"What are you speaking?"

I sighed, exhaling a shuddering breath. I took a step ahead towards her, my eyes meeting hers for the first time.

"I am a servant of your unhappiness," I said through gritted teeth, my hands fisting so hard that my nails made arcs on my palm. An angry tear revolted against my resolve, falling down but I wiped it off as soon.

"I am a wound you can't stop picking at. Am I so difficult to exist? Does my existence bother you so much?"

"JEE! Mind your tone," she glared.

I scoffed, looking away and my eyes landed on Yoongi. He was still there, his hands folded on his chest and he was leaning to his car watching me. He blinked and I was fuelled with courage.

I looked back at her, "And let you make me small, crush me up in the palms of your hands?"

"Yah?! Park Jee," My father spoke.

"Oh," I disconnected my glance from her to finally hear the man speak. He says he is my father.

"I thought you forgot my name, Mr Park. Forgot that you had a daughter. Forgot that- Wait. No, you didn't. How can a businessman forget his strongest asset? So, yes boss? What more you-" my voice was shushed by the slapping sound that echoed the parking.

My cheek stinging, forcing the tears to fall down like beads under gravity. My hand reached my stinging cheek, feeling the warmth my mother gifted me. Wow, a motherly warmth, am I blessed? I felt anger and frustration taking over my sane side.

I snorted, my chest heaving up and down convulsively. Tears streaming down messily, drenching my entire face.

I gaped up to them with my blurry vision, my hands gripping her shoulders. "Mom," I cried and watched the perplexity in her eyes.

"Destroy me. Devour me as your lunch, leave nothing left of me," I decried while shaking my head, "not even for the birds."

My hands shook her a little. "Eat me. EAT ME UP!" I yelled to which she flinched.

My father's hands got over mine to get his wife free out of my clutches.

"Have you gone insane?" He questioned in incredulity.

"Just end me. It's too late, too late to realise what you've done to me when you're already choking on my leftovers," I sniffled.

My mother was in my father's arms, slightly shivering and that made me laugh like a lunatic.

"That's it? That's all it takes to get you in this form? Wow," I remarked, tears still smearing my face and I want them to fall, I want these people to realise what they had made me.

"Mother, your voice still haunts me. You're nothing. You'll forever be nothing. NOTHING YOU EVER WILL BE!" I was taking so heavy laboured breaths, breathing from my mouth like a dog.

"So I ate myself," I sniffled yet again, "bit by bit." My voice was quivering and my lips shivered as a violin string.

"And tears washed me pale as each wave rode over me. I was so scared of the darkness within me, I didn't want it to come out because I feared that people would see me the way you see me. I feared that I would see myself the way you see me. So abominable, so worthless." I broke down, my body trying to manage my sobs till I composed myself.

"But no. Not anymore. I don't wanna hide it anymore, I wanna drag it out into the open and let everyone see it. Because maybe I am not that spiteful, maybe it's you. IT'S YOU! it's you who has the malign in their eyes! And if it's me, then I don't care, for I got the one person who'll understand me and that means everything. Everything."

I looked at him and he gave me a single nod but that was just challenging my vulnerability. It lead two more tears to rain down my face and I was just looking at him with pleading eyes.

He opened his arms wide and I ran towards him. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, my face pressed against his sturdy chest. His hands embraced me and he seemed so human. So human in all this chaos.

I tightened my grip around him, wanting to hold him like this, never let him walk away again. It was so terrifying to even imagine.

"I am so proud of you," he mumbled, his lips pressing onto my hair. I felt levitating, so free, so light almost like a feather dancing in the Zephyr.

"Don't ever... Don't ever leave me again," I fumbled, holding him near me.

"I won't, but you have to stand for yourself, Jee. I am not your saviour. I am a knight fighting the battle with you. Not against you. We can support each other but not every sword charged at you can be tackled by me. You need to pull out your own."

I loosened my grip and sniffled, resting my chin on his chest and looking up to him and asked, "What if I didn't retaliate? Would this be the end of our relationship?"

My voice was hoarse and speaking the words caused my foundation to be struck by the very core.

He smiled. I am unaware how is he so calm in situations like this. His one hand wrapped around my waist and the other tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Then I guess, I would have to make you run away from another wedding," he chuckled and added, "And I'll do that till you dared to do what you did today."

"Yoon," I said in a whisper, "You cannot leave me. I won't let you."

"But what if I die before you," he asked. His eyes intently watched the movement of mine and I could clearly make out the dilation of his pupils.

"Then," I smiled. "A coffin is too ordinary for your precious self. I'll bury you in my arms and we'll stay wherever you are. Forever."

He blushed at that, a very precious smile spreading on his face but I wasn't kidding at all. Even though, I was still troubled by one thing.

I moved apart. My face felt brittle due to the dried tears. "Can you do a thing for me?" I asked in a groggy voice as, my vocals restrained.

"Of course," he said with a gentle smile.

"Can you just check if I stained MiHi's pants from the back? She'll kill me if I did," I cried and he let out a breathy laugh. He leaned a little to the side, peeking at the back and returned with a reassuring smile.

Now, everything was good.

"Come on now, enough drama for today. Let's just get home, cuddle and sleep."

I smiled broadly and nodded.

"Also I have to take you to a place tomorrow, so rest up," he said.

OoOoOoO Romantic stuff!!

On reaching home, I changed into more comfortable clothes and packed her suit as it was. That was quite of a lucky charm.

My stomach pained abruptly. Fuck, there we go- cramps.

I moved out of the room, searching for Yoongi so that I can ask him for some painkillers. I opened the door to the mini-studio he has in his house. He was sitting in front of his computer screen, his eyes closed shut.

"Yoon?" I called and he looked towards me in inquisition.

"Do you have painkillers? I am having some treacherous cramps."

"Yeah. Just give me a second," he said and walked out of the studio. My curiosity was way too much to just stand, so I went ahead to the screen.

His cursor was on the Twitter icon. Oh, so this was about the public response.

"Here," he came back suddenly making me cringe back.

I took the pill and he sat back on his chair. His ears were redder than Rudolph's nose. Fear.

"Let's see it together," I proposed and he patted on his lap, gesturing me to take a seat.

Queen Jee on her throne peasants!

In all my grandeur, I sat on his lap and took the mouse in my hands.

"Lemme do it," I said.

"Okay. But first promise me, whatever it will be, it'll not affect our relationship." He asked.

I smiled and turned back to kiss him on his lips. A long smooch with a mwah sound.

"Don't you worry my man!" I said and he shyly smiled.

Man. Man. Man. No- Jigglypuff!

I turned back and finally clicked on it.

Trending

#1 Paperclip Couple

#2 Jerry Jarvis

#3 Min Yoongi

#4 Park Jee

#5 BTS

#6 International monetary policy

#8 Suga

"Damn! It's quite a blow. I can say, the most important topic here is International monetary policy," I chuckled.

"Stop chuckling and go ahead. On the first tag," he directed.

I laughed reading that and he smiled.

"This one is interesting," he commented.

"Sure why not," I giggled.

"Why are you her man?" I raised a brow and he just laughed.

No. What's humourous here?

I laughed out loud at that. "Bro, you're Tom!"

"Shut the fuck up. You are Jerry the mouse."

"At least he is cute. Not a dumbass like you!"

"You're their queen Tom! Fuck," I laughed and he just shrugged nonchalantly.

"Should we?" He asked.

"Nah. We aren't ready for kids yet."

"Who said? I am! Completely. Just get me and work your magic on me," he responded, his arms snaking around my waist and his chin resting on my shoulder, watching the screen.

Comment >>I find this tweet shady instead 🖇️

>>Jealous people out there 🙄🙄 🖇️

"Joon didn't lie, we've got Army right behind us," Yoongi passed and I nodded.

"How did they know?" I turned back amazed.

"They are right behind us," he laughed. I grinned too but before I could turn back to the screen, he held my chin in his hands, pressing his cherry lips to mine.

My eyes widened at the precipitous motion and suddenly, everything that was calm, was now wild. Like my heartbeat became thunder and my thoughts like flood.

I

felt

healing

His lips moved in sync and wanting to feel this exquisite feeling, I closed my eyes and gave in.

It was a very lazy, unintended, sloppy kiss. Like the unexpected rain in the afternoon that brings forth rainbows. I could care less of the world, when his lips were forming a whole new one for me. So soft and tender... As rose-leaves in a coppice wild, intoxicating me like muscatel.

This is a drug, I am addicted to.

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