fifty-two | his story

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f i f t y - t w o
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"it's okay, it's a waste of your time. really." maryam said quietly, hoping yoongi would leave so she could actually breathe

but he stayed put in his spot, his gaze now on the pond that illuminated each time the sun's rays kissed the surface

"you know i don't hate you and hae anymore, i mean i did at first because i thought that..."

he stopped, dropping his head and letting his elbows rest on his knees,

"...i thought that you'd change my friends. that they'd all leave me again"

maryam frowned

again?

what did he mean by again?

she wanted to ask him but the words seem to be stuck in her throat, all she could do was stare at him when he was not looking.

he looked back up at her eagerly, as if wanting to know why she was here and why she had been crying

one look from him, a slight head tilt and a twinkle in his eye gave maryam have the biggest urge to tell him everything, to tell him all of her problems and lean against his shoulder

"he called me a slut" maryam blurted, the anger returning and overtaking her nervousness

he looked up at her, frowning, "who?"

soon all her words were spilling out like a leaking tap, flowing out and not stopping anytime soon.

she told him everything

not because it was yoongi but because he was someone offering a helping a hand, a shoulder to lean on, someone to listen to her for once

and he listened

he didn't say a word while she explained everything that had happened

he didn't interrupt

he just listened

"you know..." yoongi began, his voice gruff

he stopped, not speaking for a moment. he looked hesitant, as if afraid to open up

"it's okay, i'll listen" maryam said, surprising herself but sending him a soft smile

their eyes locked for a moment, it was as if it was just them two in the world at the moment but he tore his gaze away, his eyes finding their way back to the water

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