The Sound Of The Ocean/SEQUEL-[m.yg]

~2~

As we had discussed over the phone, Yoongi and I drove to a local café together, where we usually had a cup of coffee during his breaks at work and when I was free from school. I was going to confront him about his attitude towards therapy and his father's invitation.

He showed up late to pick me up, as always. Probably because he had wanted to buy time, as he could only guess I knew about the party his father was organizing. We talked about the usual stuff as we drove to the cafe, as I didn't want to disturb him while he was driving.

"I got the invitation", was the first thing I said when we sat down, to which he stiffened even more.
"You knew, didn't you?", I questioned.

He let out a little sigh and nodded.

We ordered the usual; a hot chocolate for me and a dark black coffee for him - no sugar. He took his time to take a few sips before speaking.

"I don't want you to go", he finally spoke.

Good, I didn't want to go either.

"Great, that was what I thought too. After everything, I think going back would be a bad move for us-"

"I meant, just you", he suddenly interrupted.
"I'll go and you'll stay here."

My eyes widened. He wanted to go back alone? Why would he want to do that?

"Why?", I asked, slightly angry and hurt.

He bit his inner cheek as he always did when not having a good argument against me.
"My father specifically requested for me to be there, so I'll go. For representative reasons, I guess."

"Since when do you listen to your father?", I pointed out.
He took a sip of coffee, his eyes flashing towards me for a second.

Then, after noticing that he wasn't very amused by my remark, I coughed.
"I'm sorry."

He merely nodded.

"Also, my brother told me that my father hasn't been feeling so well."

I didn't know what to say to that.
"I'm sorry to hear that."

I couldn't stand the man, if I was honest, and neither could Yoongi. He was an abusive jerk with no regard for his sons' wishes and dreams. Now, he suddenly wanted Yoongi there, even though he had always seemingly wanted to get rid of him?

I played with the pack of sugar that was on the extra plate next to our drinks.
"Can I come with you?"

I tried the easy way, but I already knew what his answer was going to be.

"I'll be away for just one night. I'll go to the celebration and will be back the next day. No need for you to strain yourself."
His tone was considerate and soothing, but I didn't want to accept defeat.

He stroked the back of my hand as he took another sip. I let him take my hand in his for just a moment.