'Back then, I couldn't stop no matter how bad things got. It was to either surrender and be killed, or keep fighting till I found a way out. But until I met you, I didn't have a purpose to keep living"
Yoongi's inkings told a story; his shielded cri...
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"MIRAN-" Yoongi was suddenly cut off as the chef handed me my doughnuts.
"Would you like some doughnuts for your boyfriend too? It's on me today!" The man grinned.
I almost died of laughter as Yoongi's eyes became like saucers and his jaw hung at the man.
"Ooh yes please!!" I snorted as I took another pack of doughnuts.
TIMESKIP:
We were sitting in Regents Park, as we ate our doughnuts.
I'm shocked that Yoongi never attacked me! I guess that chef left him stunned...
I quickly glanced at Yoongi, who seemed to be enjoying his snack. A complete contrast to earlier...
"You seem to be enjoying that" I giggled, as he ate his doughnuts.
"Shut up dumbass" Yoongi grumbled. I couldn't help but stare as he awkwardly held the packaging.
Must be his OCD...
"Why don't you eat with your hands Yoongi, wouldn't it be easier?" I asked, seeing him pick at the doughnut rather strangely.
"Am I an animal or something? Mind your own business" Yoongi continued picking the doughnut.
I don't have a good feeling about this...
"Fuck!!" Yoongi suddenly cussed.
I couldn't help but laugh at his foul mouth, causing him to glare at me.
"You have sugar on your face" He grumbled.
"Where Yoongi?" I asked innocently.
"On your left cheek you idiot!!"
I stared at the man rather confusedly as he went into his bag and pulled out hand wipes.
Yoongi had a hand sanitiser, a mini disinfectant spray, and a pair of latex gloves in his bag.
"I'm not doing it, you do it yourself" Yoongi grumbled as he threw a wet wipe on my lap.
"Awh thanks" I giggled, wiping my hands and my face.
I watched as Yoongi grimaced at me, "What?"
"Aren't you going to dispose of that?" Yoongi scoffed.
"I'll wait till we find a bin" I smiled, folding up the wipe and placing it on my lap.
Yoongi shot me a glare, and before I could protest he pulled out a plastic bag from his never-ending supply of portable cleaning products.
"Bin it. Now" He seethed, pointing at the bag.
"Okay" I shrugged, abiding by the silver dragon's orders.
Yoongi placed the bag beside him and sanitised his hands, before he resumed eating his doughnuts.
Yoongi... really was one of a kind!! It just doesn't make sense how he's a germaphobe, yet he smokes!
I couldn't help but giggle at the man as he awkwardly picked away at the packaging.
"What?!" Yoongi snapped.
"Do you have OCD? I've been wondering because I've noticed how serious about germs you are. I mean it's not a bad thing, because at least you won't get sick"
Yoongi pursed his lips and turned away.
"I won't judge, my dad has OCD" I explained.
And he's had it for as long as I could remember. Dad's obsessive rituals growing up, that me and my stepbrother had to endure.
From walking in a line indoors every time we came back from school, to washing our clothes at the highest temperatures- which unfortunately damaged our uniform often.
"You're not just staying that because he's clean, right?" Yoongi raised his eyebrows at me.
"No. My dad was diagnosed with OCD when I was 12. It came as a great relief because he received the help he needed from therapy"
Yoongi remained quiet as an unreadable expression lay on his face.
I continued, "Even though I don't have it, I know it must be tough, having the constant desire to clean when someone crosses your boundaries. I felt terrible for my dad. But my family were there to support him, it helped him get through"
My dad's OCD worsened after my real mum broke up with him after cheating on him...
"So this is why I won't judge you if you have it Yoongi"
I glanced at the man as he turned to me and finally spoke, "I'm sorry to hear that. Yes, having OCD sucks, it's like having this fucking voice at the back of your head every time you go out, or you've been touched, saying you're contaminated and need to clean yourself until it's gone"
I pursed my lips together as Yoongi spoke,
"It pisses me off. This is why I can't even do normal things, like hanging out with people. But I couldn't care less anyways" Yoongi scoffed, as he bit into his doughnut.
"Yoongi..." I mumbled as slight pity surfaced inside of me.
"Don't be using that against me now, dumbass"
"Of course not. I will respect you and won't touch you again, now I know the truth"
"Good"
"Plus I think your mini-cleaning collection is cool" I giggled, causing the man to raise an eyebrow at me.
"Idiot" Yoongi suddenly raised his hand, causing me to flinch.
I gasped as he ruffled my hair, causing me to giggle. Wow, that's something new.
"Yoongi?"
"Hmm?" He mumbled, squeezing hand gel onto his hands. My eyes widened as I realised how calloused and bruised Yoongi's hands were.
"...Are you still mad at me from earlier?"
Yoongi stopped munching his doughnut and turned to me, "Don't push it, dumbass" He scoffed, flicking my forehead.
