Jungkook's POV

  I decided not to question Yoongi about why he ran away from his home. I won't lie, I had been thinking about it some. Okay maybe a lot.

  I just never understand him.

  One minute he's pushing me away, saying he's not gay and making out with girl. Then he ran away from home and things changed.

  He showed up at my doorstep and cried into my arms all night. Now he's jealous of other people and letting me play with his hair.

  He even blushes sometimes.

  What happened?

"Yoongi, what did you say to Jimin a while back?" I asked him out of nowhere. After Yoongi and Jimin had a little talk, he decided to run away. So maybe, just maybe that had something to do with it.

  Yoongi looked up at me and I could feel his arm tense around my waist. "Nothing." He hesitated to say. I rolled my eyes and lifted his head back up to look into his eyes.

  "Liar," I said. His eyes widened and he pouted as he shoved his face into my chest.

  "I don't want to talk about it." He murmured.

I felt my heart break a little at those words. "Do you not trust me?" I asked him. He pulled away from me and squinted his eyes.

"Jungkook, of course I trust you. But-"

"But what?" I sat up on my bed and looked away from him. I could feel him sit up behind me and I felt his eyes on the back of my head.

I could feel the sudden tension, and I didn't know why I got so worked up about it. "Whatever me and Jimin talk about isn't your business, Jungkook. If you want to call me a liar and say that I don't trust you, then maybe you need to get it in your head that not everything is about you and you need to go fuck yourself." Yoongi said and stood up from my bed, running out of my door quickly.

I don't know what just happened or why I acted that way, but I just felt.. upset?

Jimin and Yoongi are both wonderful people, but the thought of them keeping their conversation a secret just makes me feel like.. like he doesn't trust me. And I'll admit..

I'm kind of jealous..

I don't even have a right to be jealous. Why am I jealous? Yoongi doesn't like boys, it's not like he would ever even like Jimin or anything.

He will never like me either, though.

  I sighed and ran out of my door and down the stairs. Yoongi was walking out of the door with his keys in his hand. I ran out of the door and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back.

  I pulled him into my body and I hugged him tightly and sighed. He dropped his keys once I pulled him back and he gasped. "I'm sorry.." I said. He huffed and squirmed under me.

  "Let. Me. Go." He scoffed at me. I could hear his weak voice crack when he spoke, and I felt bad. "I'm not letting you go, Yoongi. I'm sorry. I was just scared." I said to him as he whined.

  He finally stopped trying to free himself and he relaxed into my embrace. "Scared of what?" He asked me after a while of standing here.

  I thought to myself and clutched onto his shirt. I couldn't find the words to reply with. Even if I could, I couldn't find myself to speak.

  I felt a lump in my throat at the thought of losing Yoongi over something so stupid.

  "I don't know.. I.." I sighed and realized I might as well tell him the truth to get him to accept my apology. "I was scared that you liked Jimin and I know you say you aren't gay, but I still felt hurt when you didn't tell me what your conversation was about." I quickly said.

  Yoongi pulled from my hug and furrowed his eyebrows at me. "Are you... jealous?" he smiled up at me and his eyes lit up.

  I poked out my lips and shook my head.

  He chuckled and hit my arm playfully. "Now who's the liar?" He said. At that moment, we both heard the car going by suddenly slam on their brakes. Yoongi looked at the car with a terrified look before he looked back at me.

  "Fuck." He mumbled as his body shook.

  "Who's that?" I asked him.

  The look in his eyes made me hurt for him. He looked terrified and a little nervous at the same time. "That's my father," he let a tear roll down his eye as he backed away. What the..

  His dad got out of the car and started angrily walking towards us. He didn't look too buff or anything. Honestly if he tried to do anything to Yoongi, I could easily take him down.

  But.. it's his father.

  Maybe that's why Yoongi never did anything to him. Yoongi could easily beat anybody's ass. Well.. except for mine. But still, he could take his father down easily. So why is he scared?

  The man stomped up to Yoongi as I held him securely behind my back. "Excuse me short man, this is my property.. So, if you would kindly leave and never come back-"

  "Shut the fuck up, kid." The man said.

  He was clearly drunk by the way he was stumbling and slurring his words. Yoongi stood behind me while he shook nervously.

  "Yoongi, if you don't get your sorry ass home  right now, I swear to God-"

  "He's not coming home. He's already at home." I shrugged as I stood in front of him.

  Yoongi let out a weird noise as I stepped closer to his father nonchalantly.

  He took my words as a challenge and stood up taller, still not barely reaching my height. "I don't know if you realize, but Yoongi is actually allowed to choose where he lives. Do you realize how old he is?" I questioned him. The look on his face answered that. "That's what I thought. Yoongi is eighteen and he makes his own choices, now leave before I make you."

  The man furrowed his eyebrows at me and then looked at Yoongi. He was still behind me in shock as his father stood in front of me.

  He finally scoffed at us both and went to his car, leaving Yoongi and I alone. The tension finally left when Yoongi's father did.

  Yoongi sighed out of relief and smiled to himself. He then grinned at me and grabbed me, pulling me into a hug. "Holy shit, you're my savior." He started sniffling into my shirt.

  I smiled as he hugged me tightly and I hugged him back. "Yoongi, nobody is taking you from me." I said to him as he cried with happiness.

  "Nobody has ever stood up to my father.. besides my mother. He listens to her."

  I raised my eyebrow and pulled him away slowly. "What about you?" I asked him.

  He sighed and sat down on the steps that led to the sidewalk. I sat next to him and waited patiently for him to speak. "My dad is the worst.. but if we're going to talk about that, we might want to go inside and get a cup of tea first. It'll take a while.." he mumbled to me.

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