Inked

Chapter 34

"Jerkhead!" I cursed and he laughed more. "Stop laughing, Min Yoongi," I ordered and tried to smack him more but he held it and bore a tough fight. In the end, we both were just laughing, sitting on the floor, looking at each other.

Tears spill down his cheeks and smile turning sad. "Hey, why are you crying? Don't tell me I scared you that bad," I said but was internally panicking. Yoongi crying? What am I supposed to do? He isn't supposed to cry.

"I am sorry," he mumbled, taking my hands in his, bringing them close to his face. And now his tears transformed into a sob. My heart ached and I gulped.

"Y- Yoongi what..."

He kissed my hands that were in his and mumbled yet again, "I am so sorry."

"It's fine Yoongi. Stop crying, it's okay," I said.

He shook his head. "It's not fine. I thought you left me just like I left you all alone. I am so fucking sorry. I love you, I love all of you. Every vice, every virtue. I am sorry for saying the contrary."

I was just watching him speak so emotionally.

"I understand you," I pulled my hands and wiped the tears off his cheeks. "I am not angry at all. I mean I was but now I am not."

Abruptly, he hugged me tightly. "I was scared. I was so scared," he admitted and my heart pounded.

"I was so scared of losing you. I cannot let that happen. The mere thought of you going away sends shivers down my spine. I wasn't meaning of saying what I said. I wasn't meaning to leave you all alone."

I went silent.

He broke the hug and glanced towards my face. "If it will make you feel good. You can slap me," he said and closed his eyes.

I was taken aback. Why people here are so violent?

My fingers moved his manly bangs from his forehead and his eyes opened. I cupped his cheeks and pressed my lips onto his forehead. As I retreated, I stopped infront of his face. I could feel his breath travel over his face, such was the proximity.

"Where will you find a woman who kisses you when you ask to be slapped?" I whispered.

"In my heart," he smiled, a reddish hue travelling all over his face.

"Who's tomato cheeks now?" I mocked. He scooted further and pecked my lips causing warmth to travel all over my body, butterflies soaring in my stomach.

"It's obviously you," he chuckled and eventually I did too.

"You were right Yoongi. We should take legal action against them," I muttered, looking down.

"Obviously, I am always right!"

I rolled my eyes at that. "I would agree with you but then both of us would be wrong," I passed. "Oh by the way... I may or may not have bitched about you to Mi Unnie."

"Huh?"

"She just called and I was angry. So... I just told her about you said. Sorry."

He smiled, caressing my cheeks. "It's fine. I don't care till it gives you peace."

I blinked and he neared my lips dangerously.

"I am sorry but if anyone dares to touch you, I'll break their neck," he whispered against my lips.

He was so close to me, his words weren't even seeping in my brain. It took me a minute to interpret them.

"Yoongi..." I whispered. "You need to realise, being a kind soul in a cruel world is not weakness. It's courage."

"You're a brutally soft woman. There's a reason I wished I were a rock, I would protect you like a boulder."

I giggled, "And since you're not a rock in this life. I shouldn't be soft?"

"You should. It looks beautiful on you," he said and leans in carefully. I am breathing and not breathing, I can feel neither of my limbs, neither my own heartbeat, the cold emptiness in the room because all I feel is him, filling everything. And he kissed me.

Very softly, I haven't experienced something like this. My heart slowed and my muscles relaxed. How much I needed him terrified me. I said that I don't need him, it's a lie.

We were this one volatile entity that would either implode or meld into one another. Either way, everytime he's near my life turns upside down. And I don't want it any other way.

We seperated, our foreheads pressed against each others. His stomach grumbled angrily in between of our moment and I laughed so loud, almost fell back on the ground while he was embarassed.

"I'll cook something for us," he said and stood up, moving out. He stopped once and looked at me who was close to tears laughing.

"This pink shade looks better than the one you were showing me last week. It really suits you," he said and ran away.

I was dumbfounded. He noticed?

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