Hold Me Tight

"Yoongi Oppa, what happened to you? Why have you changed so much?" She silently wept in front of me while grabbing onto my hand. Hoseok was behind her. He didn't say anything and just watched on as I yanked my hand out from hers.

"Don't touch me. You belong to Hoseok now."

"But Yoongi Oppa, we're still friends though aren't we? Why are you treating me like this?"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" I screamed. I tightly shut my eyes and my lips were quivering.

"W-what did you just say?" Mi-Young quietly asked.

I lowered my head with my eyes still closed. My heart was breaking with every breath that I took. I slowly opening my tearful eyes.

I looked past Mi-Young to the man behind her. I stared into those eyes, those beautiful chocolate color eyes.

Because I love you...

*end flashback*

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***Yoongi's POV***

I loved Hoseok. I always have since we were younger.

Mi-Young and Hoseok had thought that I liked Mi-Young because of my sudden confession so I just let them believe it and never bothered to correct them. To this day, she still believes that the reason why I'm so mean towards her was because I liked her. I'm actually using her as an excuse to hide the fact that I'm in love with Hoseok. And I was hurting because she was going to be the one who ends up with Hoseok so I just couldn't stand looking at her anymore.

I know I'm acting childish and I also know Hoseok will never return my feeling. So, I have been keeping my feelings hidden. As long as Hoseok remains by my side as my friend, I can love him and watch him from afar.

So..... why is this tiny girl who is silently weeping in front of me shaking my heart?

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"Don't come home too late," Hyung called out to us before he took off home.

"He's gone," Yoongi whispered to me. I finally broke and dropped down to the ground and wept. Yoongi didn't even bother to stop me from crying. He didn't say anything and just watched as I continued to bawl my eyes out.

After I calmed down a bit from sobbing, Yoongi squatted next to me.

"Do you feel better now?"

Without looking at him I just nodded my head.

"I'm ready to go home now," I whispered to Yoongi.

He held his hand out towards me and I grabbed hold of it. He pulled me off the ground and my knees still felt weak so I stumbled a bit into Yoongi's arm. He caught me but quickly pushed me away.

"Yah! It was all for show to piss your Hyung off earlier. S-so don't even get any strange ideas in your little head about me."

"Why would I get any ideas and it's fine. I don't need you to walk me home. I can go by myself," I said and headed towards home. He runs ahead of me and got down in front of me with his back to me.

"Get on."

"What?"

"I said get on. You don't seem to have any energy right now. Get on before I carry you."

I walked around Yoongi to get away from him, but he got up and lifted me bridal style. He started walking towards the direction of my house.

"So, where do you live?"

"Let me go Yoongi! I can walk!"

"I told you to get on my back. You choose to have me carry you and it's Yoongi Oppa."

"I did not tell you to carry me! You did it yourself. Let me down!"

I kicked my legs hard for him to let me down and my free hand was hitting him on his chest since the other hand was still holding onto the medicine that he bought for me. He stopped walking and lifted me up until my face was about an inch away from his. My hands were stuck in between his chest and mine. My eyes widen at the sudden closeness.

"Stop hitting me. For a such a tiny girl, your punches are no joke. It hurts," he whines while pouting, but still not letting me down.

"A-are you going to let me down now?" I asked looking away from Yoongi.

"Nope, so just tell me where you live," and he continued walking. I let out of heavy sigh and decided to just let him do whatever he wanted so I gave him directions towards my home. My arms eventually made their way around his neck for better support as he carried me along.

Once we reached the gate of my house, Yoongi finally lets me down.

"Thank you Yoongi, for carrying me home when I didn't need you to. And... for helping me earlier."

"I didn't help you, what are you talking about," he nervously laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"You may have thought you didn't help me but you really did," I sincerely thanked him again. Because of Yoongi, Hyung wasn't able to see my breakdown.

"Uhh.. Yeah, sure. No problem."

"Good night Yoongi Oppa," I smiled towards Yoongi. I guess I'll have to get use to it since I'll be calling him that from now on.

"Uhhh yeah...Ahem, good night Hani."

I turned around and opened the gate. I walked in and turned around to wave at Yoongi. I was about to close the gate when he grabbed it and pushed the gate opened slightly.

"Wait!"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry," and then he quickly turned around and started to walk away.

I followed the figure of the mint hair boy who is full of mystery in utter confusion.

What is he apologizing for?

I closed the gate shut and walked to the front door. I grabbed my house key from my back pocket and unlocked the door and opened it. I walked in and I saw Jimin Hyung with his back turned to me. He was walking to his room. I wanted to call out his name, but no words would come out. I watched him open his door. He entered his room and closed the door. The moment I heard the door click shut, my heart pained as if he had just shut me out of his life.

I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat and made my way upstairs to my room. When I reached the top of the stairs, I heard a door open and footsteps running up the stairs behind me. Before I could turn around, I felt a pair of strong hands around my waist.

"Hyung..." I whisper to him. My heart raced as he held on tightly and pulled me closer to his chest. I felt his chin resting on my right shoulder before he tilted his head and I could feel his warm breath breathing onto my skin. Goosebumps and chills were sent all over my body. My knees felt weak and I couldn't breathe.

"Hani... I-"

"Hani! Jimin! We're home." My mom called out. They had gone to a friend's house for a little get together earlier.

He immediately lets go of me and I rush downstairs to greet my parents.

"H-hi Mom! Hi Dad! How is Mr. and Mrs. Shin?" I nervously asked them.

"Oh, they are doing just great! Did you and Jimin eat already? We could stay up and watch your favorite movie together tonight with some late night snacks. What do you say?"

"Um, no thanks mom. I'm actually pretty tired tonight. Let's do it another night."

"Oh, it's no biggy. Your father and I will head to bed now then. I am pretty tired too now that I think about it."

"Yes, don't worry mom and go to sleep. Good night mom. Good night dad."

"Night sweetie."

My parents went into their room and Hyung finally comes down from upstairs. I nervously watched as he made his way closer and closer to me.

My ears craved to hear what he had to say earlier and my body wanted to feel his touch once again. Instead, he walked right past me to his room.

"I... just wanted to tell you good night. Good night Hani.."

And then his door closed shut on me once again.

To Be Continued...