Chapter 11
Hey guys! I'm so damn happy because my mum promised me a surprise after I get my results next week... If I did well...
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JIMIN'S POV
I relaxed as soon as I felt the hot water hit my back. Yoongi silently lathered my body in the apple scented soap, carefully running his fingertips across my slightly bruised and scraped skin. I cringed at the stinging sensation, but his kisses distracted me slightly. He turned me around and rinsed our soapy bodies, his hands massaging my back softly, pecking the back of my neck. His lips slid along the nape of my neck to my shoulder blade, nibbling and nipping at the untouched flesh. He ran his index finger over the hickeys that littered my chest and neck, turning off the water with his other hand. I sunk back into his chest, but he pulled me out of the shower alongside him.
He began wiping me down, and after I was dry, he placed me on the bed and grabbed the clothes that he had gotten for me earlier. I blushed as he tugged the boxers up my legs, covering my eyes. He laughed lowly, but I realised that I still didn't have my glasses, cringing at the blurriness. Yoongi took my hands away from my face and kept his grip on my wrists, straddling me and leaning in close. His mouth formed a sad smile, as he rested his forehead on mine.
"I'm sorry for earlier. I'm so sorry Jiminie. How do I make it up to you, I'm so-,"
I cut off his blabbering by capturing his lips in a kiss.
"First of all... you could maybe get dressed and let me get dressed too... and we can also go out for lunch after we meet my mum? The weather seems to have cleared up," I asked. He nodded and clambered off me, quickly throwing on black ripped jeans and a plain black t shirt with a beanie on top. I pulled on an oversized white t shirt and attempted to pull on the light blue ripped jeans, but my cheeks flushed a beet red as they felt slightly tight on my butt and hips. I looked at Yoongi, who ushered me out of the room first, patting my butt as I walked past. I mentally cursed him when a smirk moulded on his face, tutting at his childish behaviour. We wandered down the stairs, and I grabbed the coat I had borrowed earlier and my bag that hung on one of the hooks. Yoongi smiled weakly at me, grabbing his own coat and keys and unlocking the door for us both. I pushed the door open, both of us stepping outside into the fresh air.
Yoongi locked the door behind us, but his hands were immediately stuffed into his pockets. His eyes regained their distant look and his face crumpled into it's usual blank emotion. I looked at the side of his face momentarily, hooking my arm with his. He seemed to snap out of his trance, and it was safe for me to lean against him. Yoongi petted my hair lightly, smiling when I nestled into him further.
"Yoongi, can we go to the small shopping centre nearby? I want to buy flowers, I have money," I asked. He nodded in contempt.
"We can grab lunch too, I'm already feeling hungry, even though we've just eaten," he mumbled, fumbling through his pockets as we strolled down the barely populated roads to the shopping centre. Realising that my house was close by, we agreed to go there after visiting my mother.
The automatic doors parted in front of us, and Yoongi's arm retracted from mine. The strong smell of plastic bags invading my nose, making me cringe and scrunch my face up, but I made a beeline to the small flower stall that was situated by the entrance anyways. Yoongi silently followed, his head bowed and his shoulders hunched in a way that a minimal amount of his face was seen. He had also slowed down and kept his distance from me, eyes glued to the floor. My heart sank, and I realised that Yoongi didn't want our relationship to be public, but I shrugged it off and remembered that he did still have a reputation. I wandered over to the flowers, but found that they all looked wilted and browned, their stems hanging and slightly bent. I wandered off into the busier part of the mall, a sea of people bustling around the small area of food stalls. A flower market caught my eye, and I briskly walked towards it, eyes lighting up at the sight of the beautiful variety of flowers.
I approached the bundles and singular flowers that lay at the front, but I felt a harsh poke dig into my shoulder blade.
"Yoongi just wait-"
I pivoted on my heel, coming face to face with three tall, muscular figures. Dark grins painted their faces and I felt myself panic, but I breathed out deeply and put on a smile.
"Yes, how can I help you?" I mustered politely. The person who seemed to poke me smiled wider and stepped closer to me, hand reaching out to grab my hip. I attempted to protest, but the other two grabbed my arms and tugged me along to the side entrance of the mall. I felt bile rise up my throat, my face and body heating up as I felt their hands begin to roam over me.
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I was pushed up against a grimy brick wall, the healing bruise pressed forcefully to the stone. I whimpered as a hand went to tug and my hair, the person behind me grunting and he ran his hands over my butt. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, but I was unable to reach it as the two men had pinned my wrists against the wall. I opened my mouth to scream, but a hand had wrapped around the lower half of my face quickly. The tears were quick to stream down my face when I felt myself being forcefully pushed down to my knees. I whimpered and my breathing had become erratic, the panic still surging through me.
Suddenly, the hand was ripped from my face and I inhaled as much air as I could, choking slightly. The men were no longer behind me, but I heard sickening cracks and groans of pain, followed by hurried footsteps and loud yells. I closed my eyes shut, burying my face into my hands, hoping that the person behind me wasn't anyone just as bad. Carefully, hands were placed on my shoulders and my entire body tensed when the person pulled me into a hug.
"It's ok, baby, it's me. It's Yoongi, I'm here, shh," he whispered against my neck. I shivered and sobbed into my hands, letting Yoongi turn me around and press his lips to mine.
"I'll never let anyone else touch you, understand? I promise I'll never leave you alone again. Do you still want to buy flowers?" He asked. I nodded, the feeling of safety washing over me when he clasped his hand in mine. I shakily got up, and we both re entered the shopping centre, this time Yoongi holding me closer to him with with a strong grip on my hand.
"Yoongi, people are staring," I remarked, everyone's shocked gaze following us to the flower market.
"So? Let them stare. Let them know that you're Min Yoongi's boyfriend and that they can't touch you, even if they tried," he stated. My cheeks flushed at the mention of him being my boyfriend, but the moment was ruined when he told me to pick flowers. I picked out a bouquet of 3 orange tulips, and tugged out my purse, handing the lady the money. Putting the bouquet in my bag, I realised that Yoongi had left my side, but he soon reappeared next to me with his hands behind his back.
"Close your eyes and hold out your hand," he mumbled childishly. I giggled and closed my eyes, my outstretched hand being filled with something thin.
"Open your eyes."
I opened my eyes to find a peach coloured rose in my palm, my heart thrumming quickly against my chest. I blushed and held onto the stem, casting an embarrassed look to Yoongi, who smiled and winked at me. I pressed a kiss to his cheek, and we both wandered to the milkshake stall, hand in hand.
We had left the mall and were now at the doors of the hospital, the wide panels sliding open. The receptionist immediately sent a weak smile to me, but as I walked past, she commanded me to stop.
"Sorry sweetie, you can't see your mum today as she has tests and scans all day. I can give her the flowers at the end of the day in you like?" She asked. My heart skipped a beat, the sounds of tests and scans making me extremely worried, but I handed the stout lady the bouquet and waved goodbye. I gripped Yoongi's hand tightly, and he gave mine a reassuring squeeze. He handed me my milkshake, and we slurped the sweet liquid all the way to my house. Before we turned the corner before my house, we threw our empty plastic glasses into the bin, and continued walking.
The room lights were all left on, and I rummaged through my bag pockets to retrieve my keys, unlocking the door. Yoongi stepped into the house and I followed, shutting the door with a quiet click. I went to turn on the light switch, but I was suddenly pushed against the door harshly.
"Where did they touch you?" Yoongi demanded, kissing my cheek forcefully.
"They just... they just grabbed my butt a bit and-," I was cut off as Yoongi squeezed my ass and kissed my neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin. I let out a broken gasp as he pulled me in for a deep kiss, pulling me closer to him.
"You're mine, and I'm not letting anyone else touch you," he growled possessively. I nodded, letting him pull away. I hurried up to my room and grabbed some necessities, before returning downstairs to find Yoongi waiting patiently. I ushered him out of the house and locked the door, the two of us going back to Yoongi's.
We both entered the silent house and collapsed onto the sofa, me collapsing on top of Yoongi. I reached into my bag for the rose he had bought me, and his cheeks dusted a slight pink. He attempted to say something, but I hushed him with a sweet kiss on the lips, breaking away to put the rose onto the table.
I rested my head on his chest, his deep breathing lulling me to sleep.
"I love you, Yoongi," I grumbled against his chest tiredly. His hands combed through my hair, as he breathed out deeply.
"I love you too."
And with that, I had fallen asleep to the steady beat of Yoongi's heart- smiling at the thought that it belonged to me, and my heart belonged to him.
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