Oh Areum

"... But her parents never approved of me. They never liked me even when I was friends with Hoseok."

"What are you talking about? They even agreed to your marriage! Why would you lie about that?"

"I'm not lying. They didn't like the fact that I was a murderer's son..."

Yoongi's story that Hoseok had told me came rushing back into my head and I was suddenly speechless.

"Mr. and Mrs. Jung never liked that I was poor. They never wanted Hoseok to hang out with me let alone marry their daughter. They didn't think I could keep her happy for long..."

I didn't want to believe Yoongi, but I couldn't help but understand how Yoongi felt. Because I was from the same world as Yoongi. I was a poor orphan who didn't have the luxury that Yoona and Hoseok did while growing up. I had a huge debt that burden me while Yoongi had the label of being a murderer's son.

Yoongi poured himself a soju shot and was about to drink it when I asked him a question that made him freeze.

"Were you scared that her parents were right? That you couldn't keep Yoona happy?"

Yoongi down the shot before he answers me.

"Yeah, I was scared. Scared that I would be taking her from her world and into mine..."

And suddenly all those displeasing feelings that I felt for Yoongi had disappeared with that simple sentence.

"Why did you cheat?"

"I paid that girl to put on a show with me. I knew they were on their way to my place and I intentionally left the door open for them to see."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Are you serious? Do you know how much you hurt Yoona and Hoseok?! How could you do that to them?"

"It was either me or their parents. Who was I to make the siblings go against their parents? I was a nobody, someone replaceable, but not their parents. I know how it feels to grow up without a mom and dad. I would never want them to go through that because of me. I'd rather they lose me, a lover and a friend than their mom and dad. I just.. I just never thought that Yoona would..."

Yoongi's voice had started to break when he mentioned Yoona. And soon the tears started to fall endlessly down his cheeks.

And now that I've heard Yoongi's side of the story, my heart ached for the mint hair male crying next to me. He loved Yoona and Hoseok, loved them enough to make them hate him so that they wouldn't hate their parents.

Yoongi sniffles and wipe away his tears before speaking anymore.

"When Yoona left Korea, I didn't stop her from leaving because I hoped that when she came back to Korea, she would have gotten over me. And then, I would tell her the truth about why I did what I did. We'd both go on with our lives after and she would meet someone better than me. Someone who could truly bring her happiness, who belongs with her in her world. And even if I still miss and love her, I'll silently love her from afar.

But it was all easier said than done. I missed her like crazy. I missed her touch, her sweet voice, everything about her. I'd walk alongside the riverbank that Yoona and I use to meet up by because of how much I missed her. And when I saw you there the other day, I couldn't control myself. I acted upon my feelings first before I could even think properly. I kissed you thinking you were Yoona. I had wanted to tell her the truth that day, but when I knew you weren't her, my feelings got the best of me. I assumed that either Yoona or Hoseok had paid you to hurt me or confuse me.

Everything went downhill when I heard about Yoona from Hoseok. Hearing Hoseok call me a murderer....."

Yoongi paused to wipe his never ending tears. He let out a sigh before speaking again.

"... and hearing that it was because of me broke my heart. I tried to drink the pain away but I couldn't get drunk. No matter how much I drank I was still hurting and couldn't shake off the pain. That's when I came to see you. I needed to see your face. I wanted to hold you, even though I knew you weren't Yoona."

"Yoongi..."

I was cut from speaking when Yoongi's head had fallen onto my lap. He was facing away from me and Yoongi adjusted himself to feel more comfortable in my lap. He was still crying and I could feel the wet tears leaking through my thin legging and onto my thighs.

"I apologized and told you my side of the story Areum, so let me borrow you as a pillow for a bit. All that talking made me sleepy."

I grew still as Yoongi cried silently on my lap. He looked like a little child laying helplessly in my lap like he needed some sort of comfort. So I gently ran my fingers through his mint hair trying to calm him down and hoping that maybe it will ease his pain a little bit.

Yoongi gently grabs hold of my hand, interlocking my hands with his own.

"Don't do that to me Areum. I'll go crazy and think that you really are Yoona if you keep my hair."

So I let the male hold my hand while he slept in my lap. The silence in the room was soon replaced with Yoongi's light snore letting me know that he had fallen asleep.

I looked down at the pale male sleep