chapter 27

The rain started to pour as soon as Yoongi and I got into my house. It was dark, and as I shakily flicked the switch of the drawing room, Yoongi almost dropped onto the floor.I held his arm tightly, which is dangling around my neck, and I bend over so that I could yank it more securely. I kicked the door close with my foot, and dragged Yoongi towards the couch and carefully laid him back.As his back touches the couch, he opens his dark brown eyes that I had seen crying for the first time in my life. The wound on his lips had scabs of blood forming which made me remember his bleeding knuckles. The handkerchief I wrapped his hand with was now stained and covered with his thick blood, and it looked as if it will start dripping blood if I don't change it now.I quickly ran to the kitchen, and take the first aid kit on the top of the fridge. On the fridge, there was a note that says that my dinner was in the microwave oven, just like always when my dad and mom had night shifts.I marched back to where Yoongi is laying down, and sat at the small space beside him. I took his wrapped hand and gently unwrapped it, some of the parts sticking to the handkerchief because of the blood. When I got it off, more blood came gushing out.I took a piece of cloth from the kit and pressed it onto his knuckles to create a pressure in order to stop bleeding. When it looked better, I cleaned it up and wrapped a gauze around it, then I wrapped another cloth around it to secure the bandage. After that, I opened the kit and take a cotton swab. I slowly dab it on the wound at the corner of his mouth, making him shift uncomfortably." Ouch!" He says, turning his face away." I'm sorry." I replied. " But I have to clean it or else, it might get infected."He turns his head back to me as I continue to clean it.  I stared at him as I was continuously dabbing the wound clean, gently. His eyes were closed, his lips formed into a thin line. His cheeks were tainted with pink, which I guess is because of the amount of alcohol he had consumed. His hair were sweaty and wet, like he had just gotten out of the shower.He's damaged.It might not be seen physically, but he is.And even though I can't see it, I can feel it. I don't want him to be like this. I want him to be happy. He's broken in pieces and I want to be the glue that would stick all his pieces back together.When I finished cleaning up his wound, a hand stopped me from standing up. It was Yoongi's and he was looking so deep into my eyes." Don't leave me." He says, his words still a little slurred, but better than before." I was going to make you porridge." I said. " I heard it can cure alch-"" Stay for just a bit." He pleaded, closing his eyes, as his fingers still gripping my wrist. " Please!"" Okay, okay." I said, sitting back down. " Go to sleep, get rest."" Hm." He groaned softly. He looked peaceful at last, as his fingers gradually let go of me. He had fallen asleep, snoring lightly every now and then.I got up as quiet as possible and tip toes away from him. I head into the kitchen and opened the fridge. A bright orange pumpkin stares right at me, and I know exactly what to make out of it.•••" Yoongi." I call for him with the bowl of pumpkin porridge resting on my hands." Please eat this."Yoongi blinked twice before he completely opened his eyes. I placed the bowl of porridge at the center table, just beside the couch where he was sleeping. He sits down, putting his feet down on the floor. He shakes his head and ruffles his hair, then sighs." Are you okay?" I ask.He looks at the porridge and scoot closer to the table. " Yeah, just... I don't recall everything that happened."" That doesn't matter, go eat first." I sit beside him.He reaches out for the spoon and saw his bleeding hand wrapped in a gauze. He paused for a moment, his hand still mid- air." Y-yeah. I cleaned it up. I h-h-hope you don't mind." I nervously say, fiddling with my fingers as I fix my gaze on my lap." No, no." He says and then starts to eat the porridge.When his soup was finished, I couldn't help but to watch him anymore. I wanted to know everything that happened, how he got those wounds, why he thought drinking could help, and if he remembers everything that happened a while ago." What were you thinking?" I said as he finishes the last spoon of his soup. " Why did you think drinking would help you?" " If you are going to nag at me, " he says, plopping back down to the couch." Save it. I don't want to hear it."" I just want to know what happened." I said. "I'm worried about you, I don't like seeing you like this."" Why?" He says looking at me. " It doesn't concern you, does it? Its my life Dara. You don't have to care about it."" But I do." I admit without realising the words coming out of my mouth. " Even though I try not to, I end up caring more for you. When I saw you with that wound on your mouth, I -I...-"He cuts me off and started talking." My father...he..." He squeezed his eyes shut again, his fist turning into a rock. " He found out that I didn't take entrance exam and that I went to the field trip with you. He was so angry that when he saw the Maschine, he..."He stopped and took a deep breath before he continued." He threw it at me. I was lucky that I dodged it, but then, he got more raged. He started to beat it with a baseball bat. You- you know how much I wanted it. How much I valued it..."My eyes started to shake in terror." Did he hit you?"" He slapped me." He touched his right cheek with his palm. " I have never been slapped that hard before. It left the wound here in my mouth. But you know what? I don't give a shit anymore."" Yoongi." I whisper as I listen to him." I don't care, and I will continue not to care." He straightened his seat and looked directly at me. His eyes pierced right through me. " That's why you should stay away from me."A/n:-Annyeonghaseyo!So this was really tough, right? Just wanted to remind you guys that this is a piece of imagination and you guys don't have to spam my comment box after reading this. The character of Yoongi and his dad or any other character in the story has nothing to do with real life.Ghamsabnida!!Borahae,Nini💜.