𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬

03

Yoongi threw the backpack Taehyung was carrying inside the passenger seat as the younger one closed the trunk that housed both of his luggage. Taehyung opened the door to the shotgun seat and entered, he could still feel the warmth he once felt back in high school.

Hell, he even felt like a high schooler for how giddy and kiddy like he was acting.

Taehyung had tried to date other people but none of them had the same smile as you do, none of them made him feel alive, they couldn't let him see the colors that he could whenever he looks at you. However...

None of them were you...

Yoongi glanced at his friend who stayed silent. The elder pursed his lips together and sighed, inserting the keys in his car. "You're unbelievable, dude." He muttered. The boisterous roar of the engine immediately drowned out what Yoongi said.

Taehyung whipped his head towards the elder and laughed. "Why?" He said, leaning his head towards the window. The painter brought his hand up and looked at his glistening watch.

"Dude, it's been 7 years and you still have feelings for her? Damn, can't relate!" The elder joked as he drove his car out of the parking spot and headed onto the main road back to their apartment.

The painter couldn't help but blush at Yoongi's statement, he placed a hand over his face to hide his blush dusted cheeks, he gnawed onto the inside of his cheeks, a slight glare was sent to Yoongi's way.

The blue sky suddenly felt alive for Tae, back then he didn't pay attention to any of his surroundings, he wouldn't bat an eyelash at things he found meaningless.

But just seeing you again made him want to pay more attention, to anyone and of course, to you.

As he was staring at the blue sky, he found his attention shifting towards the clouds. The way that they look so fluffy, so cute, and pure kinda reminded him of you.

Yoongi on the other hand continued to ramble on and on, not even caring if his companion was listening to him.

"And then freaking Jungkook told me that water was not wet and I was like, what kinda shit is he on?" The older said a look of disbelief washed over his features as he began to tell the dumb thoughts of his other friend.

"And then, bro he made a whole-ass powerpoint to prove me wrong, the effort was B minus but stupidity was A with a dash of plus."

"...p..." The painter mumbled, Yoongi couldn't hear what the younger one was saying and turned the music down from the radio, he looked at Taehyung's reflection on the tinted windows and saw how red his cheeks were.

"What? Spit it out dumbass." Yoongi said, slowly stopping his car at a red light. The painter turned and looked at Yoongi in the eye, the muffled chattering of the radio station continued to provide them with a little bit of noise.

"She's still the prettiest..."

The painter said the serious expression on his face didn't match the wild beating of his heart as well as the deep blushing cheeks he had. The painter could feel his heart burst out of his chest, the butterflies that would fly around in his stomach felt worse, as if they suddenly grew erratic and flew everywhere.

Yoongi's eyes softened as he looked at the painter and flicked his forehead, "What a simp." He beamed at Taehyung and laughed.

**

She slowly inhaled the scent of the taxi, minty. She laid her head on the car seat as she brought a hand over her nose. For some reason, the smell of taxis could immediately make her barf.

The taxi she was riding came to a stop as the familiar view of your old house front yard with overgrown grass greeted her eyes.

Y/n smiled towards the taxi driver and paid him the fare, he also helped her with her luggage and finally went inside his car and drove off.

The rusting lock of the front gates slowly fell unlocked as Y/n inserted the key.

The creaking sound of the gate, as well as the crumbling paint job on the house, had you smiling to yourself. Indeed, it was good to be back.

Y/n dragged her luggage and carry-ons across the faded pavement floors that lead you to your front door. You unlocked the door and rolled your belongings inside.

The pictures that hung across the walls were filled with memories of you and your family, a baby picture of you, even their wedding photo, and even old keepsakes were scattered around.

The heavy feeling she felt suddenly rushed out of her system, like a dam that was crumbling down to pieces broke at the flood of emotions that called you back home.

Tears started to cascade down her eyes as Y/n gripped her shirt tightly, the teardrops wouldn't stop as well as her wailing, in front of Y/n were the graduation pictures of you and your parents.

If only you weren't stubborn and went home earlier, Y/n wouldn't be all alone in this house.

The house that held onto your memories of childhood and finally, the house that will hold onto the days your deceased parents died in their sleep.

If only...

The thoughts of her regrets came crashing down on her system as more tears found their way out of Y/ns eyes, the somber and slow melody of her heart continued to play its concerto as you wailed and held onto yourself tighter, hugging yourself tighter to feel something resembling a mother's hug and a father's love.