Yours Truly

14: If I might see you just one more time

"You don't have to actually kiss her Taehyung. Just pretend you are the Juliet, I'll demonstrate as Romeo."
Mr. Lee was always a caricature to begin with. A pot belly, two long strands of moustache, curled right at the tip. Gelled hair, white shirt.
He stepped in, caressing Taehyung's cheeks with one hand. Lessening the gap between the two. Sierra submerged he rlaughter behind her palms. Taehyung side eyed her. Her eyes smiling like a crescent moon. Even when disgust was taking up his body, he relaxed seeing her smile.
"So you, caress the Juliet's cheeks and then bend your head slightly. As if you are kissing. And freeze. Don't kiss. Let the lighting team do the rest. Okay? Now let's end it here for today."
Taehyung bowed and found his feet striding towards her smaller figure. Sierra. Why can't you figire it out yet? Let's cut the chase?
"Hey, Juliet."
Her heart missed a beat. It was all an illusion, wasn't it? He couldn't possibly everywhere. Maybe she was just going insane.
"Hello, Sunbaenim."
"Why are you so formal with me Sierra-ssi? Loosen up a bit. Besides, if we play love interests, the least thing we can do is have some chemistry."
"Don't you think we already have some chemistry brewing between us? Cause I do."
His eyes went to hers. How beautifully amber her pupils were. How graceful his reflection looked in her eyes. He smiled,
"Yeah. What I was about say is..."
"SIERRA!"
Her eyes shifted from Taehyung to a much familiar figurine. A woman, maybe in her 40s. High cheekbones, strong yet gracious bone structure. Long hair blonde hair, green eyes. A complexion similar to Sierra's. Plump lips, big eyes. Taehyung didn't even bat an eye. Sierra looked similar to her mother.
"Mére?"
"Don't call me that. Is that why you ran away to Seoul? Just to merge with the boys and become an hooligan..."
"Mére, please hear me out. It's nothing like what you..."
"Then why would you run away and start living on your own?"
"Cause I didn't like it over there."
"You didn't like it cause I didn't let you become a punk. Look at you, blue hair, piercings, oh my sweet lord! Is that a tattoo? What now? Huh? You do drugs? Vape? Drink alcohol?"
"Mére, please stop saying these..."
Taehyung saw Sierra crumple down into pure dust. He felt awkward staying here. But again her tears made him.
"Don't you dare call me Mére one more time. I should've forgotten you, the day you ran away. But no, I thought you'd have my value. From today onwards, I'll just know that I had a daughter, but she died when she was fifteen."
Just as fast as she had entered the hall, she walked just as fast. Her dress trailing behind her. Thank Goodness the only one in this auditorium was Sierra and Taehyung.
She couldn't see much. Tears made her blind. Her knees hitting the hard floor. Her body shaking with each sob.
"Sierra-ssi, it's gonna be okay. Everything will turn out okay. Just hold on please."

"Rosie, can you please do me a favour?"
He couldn't take it any longer. He saw how Rosé was losing herself. Hiding away. His back on the door. There was something going on with Roseanne Park. He saw their pictures. And each picture, she was changing. First hair, then life and lastly today. Her eyes. Blue. Something was clearly off.
He for sure met her for her voice. But now, out of nowhere, she was a modern dancer. She didn't smile that much. Keeping a poker face.
"Not now Jimin. I'm busy..."
Jimin could care less. She was hurting herself in the sak eof dance. He can't let her do that. It hurts to see her hurting herself.
He threw his shoes away. Softly dancing with the music. The music flowing through his veins. Controlling his rhythm. Glowing like an angel. He didn't miss a single beat. Effortlessly hitting every move. Like flowing water, his body flowed with the music.
Rosé stood there, mesmerised. Ofcourse Jimin was a modern dancer. Only she changed. But everyone else stayed the same.
"Miss. Roseanne Park, let me help you. I really want to. And I gave my audition. If you like, you can cast me as your very own instructor..."
"Oh my God, yes!"
He couldn't help but grab Rosé thin waist as she jumped at him and wrapped her arms around him. He swirled Rosé around a bit, before stopping as his hands held her closer. She needed it.
He was reeking of comfort and warmth. She snuggled a bit more in his arms. She needed that in the worst way possible. Everything kept changing. Lisa's relationship, Jennie's popularity, her eyes. But this feeling? The feeling that you are not alone, just hold my hand and we'll runaway? This can't possibly chamge, can it?

She laid on the bed. Eyes on the ceiling. Tears dribbling out of her beautiful amber eyes. She has been crying since hours. Nothing in her could force her to get on her feet. Millions of pencil lines to draw. Artworks waiting to be created. Empty canvas.
She wanted to do nothing. Nothing but cry. Her body felt numb.
A small paper plane flew through her window. She didn't care. The colour of the paper was irritating her. Blue. But she didn't have it in her to get up. She kept sinking down.

He sat down on the floor. Toying with the cellphone in his long fingers. Opening a small folder, his fingertips waltzed all about the keyboard.

Dear You
I met you again today. You know my limit is only once. I can't cross that limit. But I tried today. I went to see you again. It's on you. The way we met today, is stuck at the back of my head. Can't get you out of my head. I miss you so so much.
Can I tell you something? The truth? I knew we wouldn't be able to meet for the second time today. Something inside me get bugging. That's why I had the courage to go and call out for you amidst this darkness. If you would have waited for me like the days you do, I would have snuck out before you could have even seen me. Just the way I do. I miss you. I may not be able to hold back anymore. But I need to. This infatuation kills me yet heals me. Let's give each other time before I ask you to be mine.
I fell for you, you've guessed that right?
Yours truly,
The guy who waits for you just as much as you