This story is dedicated to you if you have ever been abused by someone bigger, stronger, and seemingly more powerful than you. You are not alone. You are infinitely precious. And the trauma you endured is not your fault. Know that you are so loved. And whatever trauma you have been through – it does NOT define you. You are a beautiful rose, a lovely lily, a most precious gem.
Rated M for Mature. This story deals with some difficult topics and involves some graphic situations.
Yoongi drew her gently up against his chest. “I understand your desire for a little tenderness, but I don’t want to take advantage of a hurting girl…”
She shook her head. “Yoongi,” she spoke against his chest, “you saved me.”
“I know, but that doesn’t give me the right to trespass on your person.”
She smiled into his shirt. “Yoongi, you are so sweet. You can’t trespass where I have issued an invitation.”
“I know. But I wonder if you’re in your right mind yet. He violated you two days ago and now you want me to kiss you?”
She pulled away to look up at him. “They’re not the same thing. Not at all.” Her eyes grew wider, the enchanting blue and the intriguing green. “And Yoongi, I’ve been in love with you since I was eighteen years old. In love with your voice, anyway.”
She stood gazing up into his eyes for a long time. Then, slowly, Yoongi lowered his head. She closed her eyes, wondering at her lack of fear. She would have been terrified to be alone in her apartment with any other man. She would not have closed her eyes. But she felt safe with Yoongi…
He looked down at her sweet face. His eyes slid over her closed eyelids, her creamy skin gleaming under the glow of the hall light. Then his gaze traveled over her rosy cheeks and down the short slope of her cute, button nose. They found the tiny divot separating her nose from her mouth. A sweet hollow where he suddenly wanted to press a kiss. To rest his mouth there and share her air.
Then his eyes came to land upon her pouty, pink lips. Desire was rising in his chest again, spiraling upward, promising something sweet. But he pushed it down. This girl had already suffered from a man’s unchecked impulses. That man had forcefully taken what probably could have been his for the asking eventually. If he had been patient and kind to this lovely girl. Yoongi didn’t want his story with her to resemble in any detail her time with that violent man.
Yoongi knew there was darkness in his own soul. He had felt it. He had battled it for years. It had taken him through bouts of depression. It had brought him low into valleys of anxiety. It had driven him to a psychiatrist. It was still there. Maybe not shouting as loudly as it had been during those difficult seasons of his life. But there remained within him things that still terrified him. He didn’t want to allow any of them to tarnish his relationship with this precious girl. So he pushed away all his baser feelings.
And he bent his head until his lips brushed her cheek in the sweetest and most innocent of embraces.
