FATE🖤/M.Y.G ff

Chapter 10:HYUNG

You were walking through the empty hallway which was dimly illuminated with few lights. It was late in the evening when you finished cleaning the classroom. Mr.Kang visited before leaving and asked about Yoongi. Just like you promised Yoongi, you told him that he had done his part of the work and left. Mr.Kang seemed to believe your words as he nodded and told you to hurry and go home earlier. The whole school was eerily quiet which sent goosebumps all over your body. You walked faster and reached the locker where your backpack was. Hurriedly, you dialed the pin and pulled the metal handle as soon as it unlocked. But the edge of the handle was too sharp. Since there wasn't much light, you couldn't see the edge. As soon as you pulled the handle, the sharp edge came in contact with the soft skin of your right palm and made a slit there. You hissed in pain and cursed yourself for being too clumsy. Retrieving your backpack, you locked the locker and ran out of the school building. When you reached the playground, you sighed in relief to see more lights illuminating the place. You looked at your right hand and noticed the blood dripping from the wound on your palm. Sighing audibly, you pulled out a handkerchief from your backpack and wrapped your palm with it to prevent it from bleeding. You looked at the watch and gasped to see the time on it.

7:30 already! I need to hurry. Kookie's waiting!

You ran towards the road and found a cab and got in. It took you 15 minutes to reach the mansion. You hurriedly got out and paid the driver before bowing to him and ran towards the entrance. The maids greeted you as soon as you entered the living room. You smiled after greeting them back and asked if Jungkook was home. They nodded and told you to go to his room. You thanked them and headed upstairs towards his room. When you knocked on the door, you heard him almost tripping on the floor while running towards the door in excitement which made you grin. The door slammed open and he flashed you his signature bunny smile making your heart flutter.

"Noona!!!I missed you!!", he screamed and hugged you like a bear.

"Aigoo, Kookie..we just met yesterday", you chuckled and patted his back with your left hand.

"But I wanna meet you more often. This house is so lonely", he broke the hug and looked at you, pouting.

"Don't be upset. You won't feel lonely anymore. I'll come every day and we can spend more time!", you smiled at him and ruffled his soft hair.

He flashed another bunny smile, "Yeyy!! Let's get inside, Noona", he held your right hand to lead you inside but stopped in his tracks when he felt the wet thing on your palm. Swiftly, he turned around to face you and pulled up your palm to get a closer view. His eyes widened and a loud gasp escaped his mouth as soon as he saw the blood-soaked cloth wrapping your palm. Watching his expression, you mentally cursed yourself for not hiding the wound from him. 

"Noona! H-How...How did this happen?", he stuttered.

"It's nothing, Kookie. Don't be worried. I was clumsy enough to cut my hand while opening the locker", you tried to smile confidently but his shadowy face was making you more nervous.

"Aish..how can you be so clumsy, Noona? Now, look what happened. You're bleeding too much! Let's go downstairs. I'll clean this up", you were about to oppose but looking at his black orbs, you could clearly see the worry. You nodded and smiled at him.

He took you downstairs and made you sit on the couch in the living room.

"Sit here. I'm gonna bring the first-aid box", you nodded and he left. You were sitting idly when the grand piano in the middle of the living room grabbed your attention. You got up from the couch and walked near the piano. Caressing the smooth wooden surface with the tips of your fingers, you closed your eyes as the memories kept gathering in the back of your mind. Tears filled up your eyes, threatening to fall. You wiped the tears with the back of your palm and placed your left hand on the keys, pressing softly as if it might break if you press it harder. A soft tune echoed through the living room.