Who Are You

Chapter 36

I felt Yoongi stumbling backwards a bit.

Woobin took an outrageous step forward, getting him by his shoulders, "Yoongi, she was terminally ill. She was my best friend! She asked me one last thing, to act as if she cheated on you with me." A tear rolled down his cheeks.

"W-why? Don't fucking lie to me," Yoongi stuttered, his vocals were affected. It sounded as if sandpaper was grating through his throat as he spoke.

"Because she didn't want you to love her after she died. She wanted you to forget her. I tried to make her understand but she was adamant. You know how she was, once she decided on something she never paid attention to anything. I would have never disclosed this to you if my own love life wasn't at stake. I love Mi Hi and she is my one true love. I cannot let her misunderstand me."

I gulped as I looked by the side, his hands were trembling slightly till he fisted them. Love. He yanked Woobin's grip off his shoulders and moved ahead to cross the road.

Now listen, you need to get back to the hotel by six-

I held him by his hand and he turned back, I could not get his expression as he was all concealed.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" He grunted angrily.

Duh duh, look at this hoe being arrogant.

"You are not driving now-"

"And who do you think you are to tell me what to do?"

Hey, a reminder- your self-respect? Well, it can take a day off.

I snatched the car keys from his hands and moved ahead sitting in the driver's seat.

He came up and knocked at the window, "Get the fuck out!" He warned in a ghostly tone. I gulped, that seemed angry.

Well, he looks like a momo. A steamed momo now.

"Sit there," I pointed to the seat beside me.

He literally went ahead and opened the door to the passenger seat. Smooth. But he deliberately pulled me by my hand. Stupid idiot, don't you see my seat belt.

"Sit down man. I have someplace to show you," I said.

"That I don't wanna see," he countered.

"I am not moving. So, it'll end the faster you do what I say."

He sighed heavily and finally sat in, placing on his seatbelt.

Really out of the blue, if we are wearing the seatbelt, aren't we wearing the car on us? Just shut up, for his sake. Okay.

I took a swift U-turn and headed to one of the only few places I know in Seoul. He didn't move at all, looking out of the window. No word at all. And I don't know why it was affecting me a lot.

I parked at the orphanage. It's funded by my NGO. So, I can be here. Forever.

"Come on. Get off," I said.

"No. You get off."

Well fine. I got off the car, sprinting fast to open the door to his side and later pulling him out.

He yanked away from my grip and literally yelled at the top of his voice, "Get your fucking hands off me."

Sneaking out, hey there it's me self respect. I think you need me.

My heart was beating so loud that I can dance to the beats. But it would be really lame of me to dance in this situation. And also... I am slightly hurt. Why am I even doing this?

"Oh Miss Jee? What are you doing here?" A woman spoke behind me. I turned back to the caretaker and smiled, bowing once to her respect.

"Ah... Goodmorning. I just came to pay a visit since I was here, Mrs Kim."

"That's a pleasant surprise," she smiled.

"Can I go behind the chapel? Please make sure no one comes there..."

"Sure, Ma'am. The kids aren't up yet and once they will be, I'll ask them not to disturb you and your boyfriend."

Boyfriend? Suga? Evil laugh...

"Yeah thanks," I said and pulled him again with me now that he didn't deny actually.

This was a place I really loved. A placid lake surrounded by trees and grass. Giving an ephemeral sense of tranquillity.

I made him sit on the bench and sat beside him and exhaled a breath. I took off his shades, his eyes were watery, emanating the deplorable condition of his soul. I felt my heartbeat nervously, a scrunching pain crawling up my throat - I didn't know this feeling. As if all my bones were straining under an invisible force.

"You can take off your mask here, no one will see you. No information leaks. Nothing. If you wanna yell, you can yell. If you wanna cry, then cry."

"Shut shut up! I am trying to concentrate and you speaking shit doesn't help for real!" He grunted.

"Well, even with a shut mouth, I can still do this," I said and hugged him straight. What did I do? Why I did I- Well fuck you, Park Jee!

He froze for a literal minute, till I felt his grip tighten around me. A hot liquid soaked my top as his face nuzzled in the crook of my neck.

"I'm sorry," he sniffled.

"It's okay... Everything will be fine," I said, patting his back, and allowing the seething avalanche of his tears soak through my shirt. I just wish I could absorb all the salt that was instilled in his heart. Just wish.