𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃

86 | in the clear

Disclaimer: this chapter contains graphic themes and intense depictions of violence and rape threats. if you can't handle such topics feel free to skip this one out.

Nox

Three years ago, on Christmas Eve...

"For God's sake Nox, it's a holy day. Just because I live in my car, it doesn't mean I want to spend my holiday tutoring you all day. I'm starving by the way. I should probably sue you for keeping me chained here like a slave." Yoongi groans then buries his face in an algebra textbook.

"Come on Yoongi, I need to get a passing grade on Algebra, or I'm screwed." I say sweetly. "Besides, I made gingerbread cookies earlier and I saved you some."

A small smile plays on his lips. The corners of his mouth are practically vibrating as he's trying his best to hide his grin.

"At this point I think you're doing this on purpose because I'm too damn irresistible."

"Sure, if that makes you sleep well at night." I giggle as I scribble down the answer on my paper.

"Seriously, though you'll do fine." He groans. "Maybe you won't get any more than sixty percent, but you'll definitely pass."

"I mean if I don't pass it's going to be your fault, since well... you're the tutor." I mumble.

"Ouch."

"You'll get cookies soon enough," I remind him. "I even made a batch of chocolate chip mix only because you said, and I quote: 'chocolate chip is better than sex'."

"Alright, as an exchange I'll bake you my special brownie recipe that I got from a friend of a friend." He coos, taking out a blunt from his windbreaker.

"Does that special brownie recipe happen to include an herb that is known to cause delirium?" I arch a brow then take away his cigarette. "You are not smoking weed in my bedroom. If my dad catches a whiff from this, it doesn't matter if it's a holy day or God's day; hell even if Jesus barges into our house my dad will make sure to hang me on the utility pole across the street."

Yoongi snorts and snatches the blunt back. "That sounds like a 'you' problem. And besides, it's just a regular cigarette."

He raises the cig up to his lips and lights it up with a lighter he brought out from his pocket. I watch him inhale deeply before releasing the smoke the other way so that it doesn't get in my face, before starting to collect the textbooks from my desk.

His gaze falls on his cellphone and then he turns to me. "Your dad isn't here though."

"His shift ends around nine, but he'll be back around ten or eleven depending on how bad traffic will be."

"What about your brother?" He inquires.

"He's at his friend's, but he will come back to spend Christmas Eve with us when my dad is back." I answer. "And before you go, you'll have to wait for your cookies because I need to bake them."

With that, I open my bedroom door and we head downstairs to the kitchen where I take out the chocolate chip mix from the fridge. I rummage through the cabinets for a large tray when Yoongi plops down on one of the chairs with his backpack facing flat on the floor.

I take out a spoon and start scooping out the cookie dough mix and place it on the tray as he watches me.

"What?"