Knowing about him

*next day

I woke up and stretched myself. Well, not really. I suddenly felt someone moving, near me.

I turned to see someone, wrapped with the sheets, entirely. I thought it was Yoongi and I slowly got up and spotted a jug of water.

I took it and splashed it on him. He shouted.

"AHHHH!"

"AHHHH!" I shouted. I got scared by his scream.

"Wait! How come you are not Yoongi?" I said, as it didn't seem like him.

"Cause I am not him. I am Taehyung. And why would hyung come to my room." I realised the familiar voice.

"Taehyung?" As I said, he looked at me.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"What are you doig here?" I asked.

"This is where I stay and you are in my room. Did you miss me?" He asked.

"No. I will be staying here. Wait..." I stopped and thought for a while. If he is here, then the brother he's talking about was Yoongi?!

"Your brother is Yoongi?" I asked.

"yeah. How do you know?" I didn't reply.

'So, he's the one who hates his father, for re-marrying someone. And that's why he mentioned them as some people.'

"Y/n, what happened to your hand?"

"This... uh... I hurt myself. Nothing big. I'll be fine." I said.

"What happened? Why did you both shout?" His mother came in nad asked, worried.

"Eomma, that is-" I cut him.

"Nothing aunty. There was a flying cockroach, and we both got scared." I said.

"Ok, freshen up and you'll have breakfast." She said and left. I headed to the restroom and refreshed.

I headed out and saw Taehyung seated there with his father and mother. But there was no sign of Yoongi. I looked around and found him seated on the couch.

"Why is he sitting there, alone?" I asked, as I joined the others in the table.

"Y/n, you remember right? I told you before." Taehyung said.

"Ok." I said and started eating.

"Tae, what do you do?"

"I am going to college." He said.

"You're younger than me? But you don't look like that."

"I'm sorry unnie, I didn't realise it." He said.

"Please don't call me unnie. You can call me by my name." He smiled.

"So, what do you do....." His father asked.

"Y/n." I said.

"Ah, yeah."

"I play basketball." i said and they both looked at me.

"Do you have any other job?"

"Not really. I do a part-time job in a store, run by my cousin's friend." They nodded.

"So, why do you play basketball? Is there any reason."

"Personal issues." I said and they didn't ask any further questions.

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Yoongi's POV

I heard someone scream. I knew who it would be and just shrugged it off. I headed down and sat by the couch and switched on the TV.

Y/n and Taehyung came out and they sat by the table.

"Why is he sitting there, alone?" I heard Y/n ask.

"Y/n, you remember right? I told you before." Taehyung said.

'Do they both know each other? What did he tell her about?' I thought.

Then, they asked her about why she wanted to play basketball, but still she didn't tell the reason. Is it such a big secret that she's hiding?

'What am I even thinking?'

Then the doorbell rang.

I got up and opened it as I knew who it could be.

"Suga!" They said and hugged me. I hugged them back.

"Come in." I called them.

"Y/n, after you finish, just come to my room." I said and walked up with Namjoon and Hoseok.

"So, why did you call us?" Joon asked.

"It has been days since I saw you guys. And I thought we'd write a song, maybe." They nodded.

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Y/n's POV

As I finished eating, I had my medicine and asked Taehyung where Yoongi's room was. He guided me and I followed him.

He knocked on the door and we waited.

"Do you have 3 brothers?" I asked out of curisoity.

"Ani. They are hyung's friends." He said.

"Oh."

The door opened revealing a guy, tall, with dimples.

"Come in." He said. Taehyung left as I went in.

"Wait! Come with me." I said to him.

"Why me?" Taehyung asked.

"Give me company please." I said.

"But... hyung doesn't like it when I enter his room."

"I'm with you. Just come." I said and held his hand and went in.

"Y/n, this is Hoseok and Namjoon. There's a small basket attached to the wall, that side. You can practice there. And what are you doing here?" He asked looking at Taehyung.

"He's with me." I said and walked to the place he said. It was a sepeprate room kinda place and a basket was attached to the wall and it was attached at a lower height.

"How do I practice in this?" I whispered to myself.

"What?" Tae asked. I shook my head saying no.

I searched for the ball and there was a plastic one.

'Is this how he practiced? Or did he wantedly do this for me, to show, how I play?'

"Nothing like what you think. I told you before, you play good enough. Sit on the floor and practice throwing it into the basket." I turned and saw Yoongi, leaning by the wall.

"How do even know?" I asked. He turned and left.

I sat down and started throwing the ball in the basket. Taehyung accompanied me.

"What happened?"

"Is he always like this?" I asked.

"Hyung? I guess, yeah."

"He was the one you were worried about? If I was in your place, I would be happy that I didn't talk to him."

"Wae?" He asked, curiously.

"He's really annoying and I've never seen him smile. He doesn't talk a lot, he doesn't appreciate, I haven't seen him do anything." I said.

"But all you think is wrong." He said.

"How do you say that?"

"Hyung's actually the opposite of it. He's really caring and kind, but he doesn't know how to express it. hyung went under a lot, and all his happiness was and is his friends. Only because of them, he is happy now." He said.

I peeped and looked at him. Tae was true. He was actually enjoying and smiling, in fact. That was the first time, I ever saw him smile. And I continued practicing.

"Did Yoongi ever..... had a girlfriend?" I asked, out of curiosity.

"Ani. There was no girl in his life. His first mother, that is his own mother was his everything. He loved her so much, but she died, when he was 8 years. He always wanted someone who loved him like his mother did. When he was 9 years, his father married my mother."

"How did she die?"

"She was seriously ill and admitted at the hospital. Due to lack of medical facilities, at that time, she couldn't make it."

"How do you know all this?"

"Hoseok hyung said."

I stayed silent and continued practicing.

"Any other questions?"

"Not anymore. If anything, I think it's better to ask him." I said and got up and walked to him.

"How long should I do the same thing? I am bored. I am going." I said and turned.

"Wait. Where are you going?"

"Outside?"

"And? To show your friends and your brother this?" He asked.

"Ughhh! I will not leave that red head." I said and walked back in and sat down and looked at my hand.

'Everything happened because of her. I am unable to practice and prove them this is what I want. If I see her again, I'll kill her.' I thought and threw the ball in anger.

"Y/n, are you ok?" Taehyung asked.

"I don't know." I said and leaned on the wall.

"Is everything ok? You seem off."

"Nothing." I said and got up and left out.

"Y/n, where are you going?" Yoongi asked. But I didn't feel like responding and just got out of the room adn headed to Tae's room.

I closed the door and sat on the bed and tears slowly flowed.

'Everything is really frustrating and I just hate everything. I just feel like giving up.'

*ring ring*

My phone rang and it was Jin oppa. I wiped my tears and attended it.

"Hello, Y/n. How is your practice going on?"

"Everything's going good oppa. How about your work? How are the guys doing?"

"I am fine and so are the guys. But are you ok? Your voice seems off."

"Nothing oppa. I just finished practice and I'm kinda tired."

"Ok take rest. I'll call you later." He said and the call ended.

As the call ended, Jisoo called.

"Hello, Y/n, where are you? I came to visit you yesterday at the centre, and I got to know from your friends that you were somewhere else."

"Ji, I too want to meet you. Can you come to the address that I'll send. And please don't tell anyone or share my address to anyone."

"Ok, I'll see you soon." And the call ended.

*after 15 mins

The door bell rang and I got up from there and opened the door and saw Jisoo. I asked her to come in and closed the door.

"Y/n, are you ok? What happened to your hand?" She asked.

Tears flowed down, immediately.

"Jisoo, I don't know what to do."

"Why? What is it?"

"I feel like it is all going down. My dream, the promise, my parents, everything. And on top of that, this hurt. I am not able to do anything. Everytime I look at this, only my parents come in my mind. I am not able to concentrate on anything."

"How did you get this hurt?"

"Some girl at the training centre, we both met at bad terms and she took revenge on me and dragged a knife. And I had stitched it up. And it hurts a lot. Everyting hurts. I don't know what to do." She hugged me and consoled me.

"You could tell your trainer."

"I can't. He's just my trainer. How can I trust him?"

"Think about it Y/n. Telling it to a stranger rather than someone you know, you will feel better. They might not give you advice, but can be a listener. Take your time." I nodded. But that wasn't in my mind.

My entire mind was on how to make my parents satisfied. I'm hurt and how will I fulfill my dream and make them satisfied with it. I don't know what to do.

"Jisoo, please don't tell oppa, or the boys the address. They still don't know about this." I said showing my hand. She nodded.

"I guess I'll get going, now. I'll visit you another day." She said and I nodded and went outside.

"I called you, why didn't you respond?" Yoongi asked, as soon as I came out.

"Just forget that. I didn't realise it." I said.

Jisoo looked shocked as she saw Yoongi. I shrugged her and asked her what happened. She shook her head. I bid her goodbye and she left.

"Who is that?"

"None of your business." I said and walked to the kitchen.

"Aunty, is there another room to stay?"

"Oh, sorry. I forgot to show you. Tae, show Y/n the other room." She called him. Taehyung came immediately and smiled. I smiled back and he took me up.

He took me to Yoongi's room again.

"Why here?" I asked.

"Cause, this is were the other room is."

"Why with him?" I whined.

"You'll enjoy it. I swear." He said. I just stared at him.

He took me in and opened another door from there.

"This is your room." I looked around.

"It has a door there right? Then why do we come this way?"

"That door doesn't work. And it had two doors, so we use this one."

"By the way you said, I thought it was in his room." He smiled widely.

"I hope you like it. Take some rest. I'll get going." He said and left.

I sat down and scrolled through my phone. And a message popped up from Jisoo.

Jisoo : Y/n, do you know who your trainer is?

Look at this.

And there was a link below. I opened it and read it.

"The Bombers, have won again in the semi-finals and are selected for the finals match that is coming up soon. The members feel thankful to their team member, Yoongi a.k.a SUGA. Without him, we wouldn't have won - say the members."

I was shocked. He played in the SIBC? But how come I didn't know about it. Oh yeah, that was the time and my parents fought. I didn't feel like doing anything then. And I missed this news.

'So he was a player. But I had seen the final match and he wasn't there. Something had happened. I should know what happened. I think, I shall just ask him. But will he tell?'

* a week later

Nothing changed. Everything felt the same. My hand was healing slowly. I felt scared to remove the bandage and see it so I begged the nurse to just leave it for some more time.

I hadn't asked him anything yet. He looked scary all the time I try asking. But I had to ask him.

I saw him in his room. I walked over to him and cleared my throat.

"I need to ask you something." I said.

"What is it?" He asked, focused on some book.

"Who are you?"

"Your trainer." He said.

"Not that. Who are you exactly?"

"You don't need that. It's my personal thing and it stays with me." He said.

"I have the rights to know who you are."

"So do I. I do have the right to know about the reason you coming here." He said.

"Ok, that aside. You don't look like you're gonna tell." I said and scoffed.

"What's with that scoff?"

"Nothing."

"I heard that Taehyung is your step-brother."

"Any prob with that? Just mind your business."

"well, I am sure I am minding my business."

"What are you trying to do? Pick a fight on me? Or something else?"

"I don't have any intention in doing that. I just want to know."

"Just go practice."

"I won't until I get to know everything about you."

"JUST SHUT UP! What the heck is wrong with you? And why do ask these random questions, out of nowhere?"

"YOU ASKED ME, SO I TOO CAN! What'll happen if you just tell?" I shouted back.

"I don't want to. It's my wish. I don't care if you practice or not, I don't care what you do. I don't care if you fail also. Just get the hell outta here!" He shouted.

My heart pained as he said those words. Tears were slowly forming.

"That's what you want. Ok. I'll leave." I said and walked away, shutting the door too hard and I walked out of the house.

The tears finally streamed down my cheeks. I started walking and slowly jogged and started running.

I ran wherever my legs took me. I suddenly stopped at a place. I looked at it and was quite crowded. And there was a lot of noise from inside. It was a club. And a lot of them were partying.

I walked in, pushing the others. I found an empty space, near the bar counter and I walked towards it, wiping my tears and asked the bartender for alcohol.

He handed me five shots. I drank them all at once. He looked at me shocked.

I asked him to give more. I insisted. I don't know what to worry about. Whether about my parents, or oppa knowing about this, or Yoongi not telling me why he hadn't played for the finals.

I drank more thinking about all this together. I felt more drunk. I smiled but tears were flowing.

My phone rung and I took it. I couldn't see the caller and I just attended it.

"Hello? Who is this?" I asked, drunk.

***************

Yoongi's POV

She left the room. After sometime, I realised I had shouted at her. She came here for something and I just kicked her out. What the heck have I done?

I walked down and looked for her, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Hyung who are you looking for?"

"Where is Y/n?" I asked.

"She ran outside, crying. Is there any problem?" I just left out.

I ran here and there, but I couldn't find her. I called her. She picked up and the way she talked was different.

"Hello? Who are you?" The way she talked, it felt like she was drunk.

"Y/n where the hell are you?"

"First, answer my question. Who are you?"

"I'm Yoongi." I said.

"yoongi? Yoongi? Oh, Yoongi!"

"Y/n, tell me where you are?" I asked.

I heard few people shout, behind her. And suddenly, she started sobbing.

"Y/n, what happened?" I literally shouted over the phone.

"WAE?" She said and cried.

And the call ended. I called her again but she didn't respond. I got frustrated.

'Aish! This girl. She's hurt and where is she now? Where she could've gone?' I thought.

'There was some noise and she's drunk? It should be somewhere near.' I thought and ran.

I ran and ran and stopped at a club.

'She must be here.' I said and walked inside, pushing people and looked around.

And I spotted her. She was seated by the bar counter and I walked towards her.

She was chugging down an entire bottle of alcohol. I snatched it away from her and she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Hey! Give it to me." She said.

"this is enough. Just let's get you home." I said and held her hand and pulled her. But she didn't budge. She sat back.

"Oh, Yoongi!" She said, realising it was me.

"Just come." I said and finally pulled her and held her tightly, in her un-hurt hand and took her outside. I took her, walking.

"Why are you like this?" She asked.

"Tell me!" She demanded.

"Come." Suddenly, she sat down, on the ground, by the pavement.

"I won't go anywhere, until you tell me." I sighed and sat down with her.

"Aks me. What you want to know?"

"I don't care about your basketball history. But I want to say something. I knew Taehyung, before I met you. He said that his brother hates him. He was sad and worried. I could see it. But later, I got to know it was you. Why are you like this to everyone?"

"This is how I am."

"You don't need to shout like you did to me. You could show your love, by small gestures or atleast talking to them. You'll worry later, like me. I did the biggest mistake in my life and now I am in between not able to achieve my dream nor see them. Why is my life like this?" She said, crying.

"All I'm saying is, don't hate your father, cause he married someone else. Think about why he married someone else and if you don't get the answer, ask him, yourself. Please, tak to your family. Please."

"Y/n."

But before I can look at her, she fell on me.

"Y/n? Y/n?" I called her. She didn't respond.

"i guess she passed out." I whispered and slowly got up and carried her, in bridal style.

I soon reached home and carried her to my room and placed her in my bed. I sat by her side and looked at her.

I rewinded about what she said.

'I did the biggest mistake in my life and now I am in between not able to achieve my dream nor see them.' What could it mean?

'Why does she want me to reunite with my family? Why does she worry about me?'

I can gat answers to all these, only until she wakes up.

TBC~