Learn To Be Real | KTH

Chapter 32

"Tae, please! Just hear me out." Miyeon begs, voice cracking as she speaks. I squeeze my eyes shut, leaning even further into Yoongi for support and comfort.

"I said I don't want to hear the bullshit, Miyeon. I get it. I wasn't fucking good enough for you. I wasn't fucking enough to make you happy enough. Just stay the fuck out of my life." I tell her quietly, still not turning back to look at her.

"Tae, please! You don't understand! That's not the case, goddamn it, I love you!" She shouts as we continue walking, freezing me in my tracks. I feel my entire body tense up at those shitty little words that scare the hell out of me.

"No you don't." I whisper, still staring straight ahead but not moving a muscle.

"Tae, please. I didn't want him to kiss me. It's not been easy trying to keep up with payments on the apartment and then for food for me and my sister. I missed a payment with the guy you saw me with because a customer didn't pay up. You fucking saved me from getting raped that day, Tae. The only reason I ended up getting arrested was because I was caught stealing again and then fighting to get the worker off of me when he went after me." She informs us, informs me as we all stand here outside of the police station.

"Did you tell them he tried to rape you?" I ask quietly, closing my eyes lightly.

"Yes. They've got him in custody right now. I'm not the only one he's tried to get. Tae, I'm serious. I wasn't trying to hurt you and I didn't want it to happen. I was working for the asshole to get some extra money for my sister and I. That café only pays so much. Tae, I'm really so fucking sorry for you ending up hurt this way. You've been the one good thing in my life since I got my sister and myself away from our asshole of an abusive father. I really don't want to lose you over this." She responds, her voice giving away the fact that she's choking up.

I stay silent for a couple of minutes, pursing my lips as I try to sort out what the hell to do. I'm so fucking lost and so unsure of everything nowadays that I don't know what the hell to trust or who the hell to trust.

"You okay, Tae?" Yoongi whispers softly, turning to step in front of me as he places both hands on my shoulders gently. I look up at him with blurry vision due to the tears gathering in my eyes, lips trembling at this point.

"I don't know what to do, hyung. I don't know what to believe anymore, but she sounds so fucking sincere too." I mumble out, eyes locked on his dark gentle ones. He gives me a tiny smile though, seeming to have an idea in mind anyways.

"I think you still need some time, Tae. I think you need some time to just let everything sink in and process all of it, think through it all. I believe she's being truthful about what she's telling you, but I don't think you're ready yet." He murmurs gently. I lower my gaze to the ground below us, wanting desperately to argue and hold her in my arms again but feeling far too fucked up and mixed up to be able to handle that yet. I just end up nodding instead, not being able to find a way to properly express my gummed up thoughts.

"Okay." I mutter quietly, reluctantly looking back up at him. He just gives me a small smile, ruffling my hair gently.

"Just give him a couple days, Miyeon. Give him a couple of days, then come stop over at our house. Okay?" Yoongi hyung tells her in a gentle tone. I don't hear a response but assume she probably simply nodded her head instead.

"Alright. Come on, Tae. Let's get you home." He says softly, tossing his arm around my shoulders once more before leading me the rest of the way to the car. I just lean my head on his shoulder till we get to the car, leaning my head back against the headrest once I'm inside.

"It's gonna be okay, Tae. You're gonna be okay." Yoongi whispers softly, taking my hand in his again as he climbs in on the other side and starts the car. I just hum softly, not really agreeing or disagreeing with his words, still having mixed emotions about the whole situation.

The car ride back to the house is silent, neither one of us exchanging a single word once he pulls the car out of the lot for the station. When we finally arrive back at home, I still don't utter a word, letting Yoongi lead me back into the house before going straight to the stairs. I ignore the questions being fired at me, much too exhausted to bother trying to deal with the others as I instead just head upstairs to my room to go to bed.