19|Tongue, the only organ without muscles but with the power to hurt in the guts.

The blonde male stood there, hesitating to knock at her door. He heaves a sigh, trying to relax his tense muscles. Taking a long exhale he musters up the courage to knock at the door which is giving him anxiety for the past 30 minutes.

After knocking on the door, he bites his lower lip in fear. "What if she kicks me?" He pouts, his m hazel orbs roaming here and there in pure agitation. The door opens with the girl appearing with a mask and cap.

A smile tugs at the blond's pink lips at the sight of her. Shadow tilts her head back at the sight of the blond man standing at her doorstep. "What's your problem?" She hisses, glaring at the man.

He licks his dry lips, hesitating to speak. "You—I want to talk with you." She slants her head, folding her arms near her chest, intimidating the timid boy in front of her. "You know that I don't want to do that, right? Fuck off!"

She was about to close the door when he grabs her wrist and turns her around. "I just want to talk! Nothing else." She groans, rolling her eyes. "What's your fucking problem?!!" He shows her his puppy eyes, even though he knew that it did not affect her cold heart.

"Fine...Only 15 minutes." His eyes twinkled in excitement as soon as he heard what she said. "Okay! Let's go to—" She sneers, pointing at her wrist. "Time is ticking!" She sings, teasing the boy in front of her.

He rolls his eyes, dragging her from her wrist to the nearby café he goes a lot.

They both sat at the coffee shop, staring at each other in awkward silence. She stirred her coffee, tearing her gaze away from his affectionate gaze. "Bark." He sighed, getting leaning on the chair.

"You know that I care for yo—" She instantly lifts her gaze, shooting daggers at him. If glare could kill, that man would have been dead brutally for years. "Shut your dirty fucking mouth!" She yells, gritting her teeth. The blonde pursed his lips, getting embarrassed by the stares he was getting from the people.

Blood rushed towards his cheeks and the tip of his ears, contrasting with his pale skin. "I don't know why you don't like me." She scoffs, laughing in disbelief. "Min Yoongi, the day you were born I fucking hated you from that day! I loath you!"

Yoongi gulped the lump in his throat. Tears were visible in his eyes but not a teardrop fell. He should get used to this but every time she says this, it feels like someone clawed his heart out of his chest.

He sniffed, staring down at his Ice Americano. "But—It's not my fault dad—" she interferes with him, pointing her finger at him. "It's all your fault Yoongi! If you weren't born I would......" she trails off, her voice getting thicker and thicker. The thickness in her voice was enough to tell Yoongi that she was preventing her tears from falling and appearing weak.

He doesn't know why she hates him. "Come back home, noona." He pleads, joining his hands in front of her. She chuckles, shaking her head. "Do you think that–that fucking hell is home? Yoongi it's not called home, it's called hell. Hell for me and Heaven for you. We're different. You're an angel—and I am a devil."

Yoongi's lips quivered, and his throat started hurting from holding back his tears. "Noona, I love you. Please come back. I miss you!" She sniffs, staring at the younger. "So pathetic!" Yoongi bites his lip, breaking into tears. "You will always be pathetic! From the day you were born to this day, you're a pathetic person!"

Yoongi gulps, trying his best to stop the tears from falling but the tears weren't stopping. It wasn't in his control. Everyone is different and Yoongi isn't like her sister. He didn't know how to control his emotions, how to keep a grasp on them.

She stands up from her seat, leaning closer to Yoongi. "You will never be like me. 'Cause I'm not a pitiful and vulnerable person like you." And she walks off from the cafe—the favorite cafe of Yoongi was now the café that will make him remember that he's a pathetic and vulnerable person who can't even control his emotions.

Yoongi stares at her from the window. The words she spits so easily were venom for him. The words that rolled her tongue like butter, hit like a rock on his heart. People never think before speaking and they don't know that even if tongue has no muscles, it can hurt more than a punch.

Tongue, the only organ without muscles but with the power to hurt someone in the guts.

Yoongi and Shadow's interaction finally

What happened that she's this bitter with Yoongi?

Stay tuned to find out.

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