Let Me Know [ m.y.g ]

06

I've probably told this to myself, like, five times as I found myself walking down the familiar sidewalk once again. Serin why do you have to be so stupid and stubborn? I've been thinking all night, trying to think of any reason as to why I even bother to go back to that cocky ginger-haired boy, desperate to 'repay' him for the oh-so-kind act that he had done for me.

I reluctantly got up from my bed this afternoon and now, here I am once again on this boring coloured walk. "This is the last time." I repeated for the sixth time in, like, ten minutes. I have decided that this will be my last visit and whatever is the outcome, I will no longer set foot into that tiny café.

For some odd reason, I felt as if there was some sort of 'something' that was luring me to come back and come back and come back. I never felt tired or bored of just sitting there in the back of the café just watching him do the usual.

It's like it became a part of my routine to drop by, no matter what.  I didn't care if I would get accepted or rejected, I just continued anyway. That's what life is all about anyway, right? We are uncertain of everything and since there are things that happen that are already out of our control, we, then, just see what happens and we have to accept it whether we like it or not.

Here I am, again, sitting in the last booth of the café. Right when I stepped in, he quickly dropped the rag and dashed into the storage room then stayed there for the next ten minutes until Chanwoo was furiously knocking on the door for him to open up.

He had a navy blue sweater on along with light washed and, not to mention, very worn out jeans. I hated to admit it but, his legs were better than mine could ever be. His light skin was such a contrast to the dark colour of his sweater. It was like how the snow powdered over the dark shade of gray that the road had on winter season.

"Uh, Yoongi—" He turned his back to me then walked into one of the unknown doors. And I was disappointed. Though, I shouldn't be. But I was.

Then, I quickly sat back down onto the booth and folded my hands on top of the wooden table. I couldn't pinpoint what exactly was going on in my mind. I couldn't pinpoint how exactly I felt. Maybe he's just busy?

I couldn't ignore the little voice in my mind that was silently chanting for him to finish his work quickly. He probably didn't hear me a while ago.

My cheeks grew warm once I realised what I was thinking. You're only here to repay him, nothing else. "Do you want anything?" Chanwoo approached me, which I quickly replied with a quiet 'no' followed by a shy 'thank you'.

He stayed silent for a moment then he spoke, "He'll end in ten minutes."

The warmth that spread through my cheeks seemed to heat up even more as he cocked his head towards his direction. Was it that obvious "Yoongi-ah, why don't you entertain your admirer over here?"

"Hey! I thought I already established that I don't have a crush on him!" My heart started jumping in circles and it  tickled. "Whatever you say," Chanwoo chuckled and picked up the empty plates from the tables.

I bit hard onto my lip as I saw Yoongi pass by me. I squinted my eyes as I stared for a bit longer. "What happened to you?" 

Purple—nearly black splotches dotted his temple. He had a bandaid on his cheek and a cut lip. 

I mindlessly sprang up from my seat and rushed towards him. "What the hell happened to you?!" He cringed a little when I practically jumped up next to him and grabbed onto his arm.

He ducked his head and shrugged my hand off of him. Yoongi let out a soft grunt then turned his back to me. "We're closed. You should go home."

"Not until you tell me who did this to you." I was begging him, no, I was commanding him to tell me. And I felt stupid.

"Why? So you could go to him and beat him up? Serin, I'm not a little kid. If he can do it to me, then, what more to you!" He squeezed onto the yellow sponge as he clenched his jaw.

I shoved my hands inside my pockets and bit my lip to prevent myself from saying anything more. Yoongi suddenly flipped. If he could, he would have flipped the tables over, too. 

"Who are you to even care? Why should you even care? Just leave, Serin. Stop bothering me."

And I rushed back to get my bag from the booth. "S—Serin, I didn't mean it like that—"

"No, you're right. Who am I to even care?" I chuckled bitterly at him. No, I chuckled bitterly at the fact that I actually thought I even have an acceptable reason to think that I was in the place to feel anything between the lines of concern towards him.

"I'll go ahead." I waved a little then dashed out of the café. I couldn't stand it in there. I couldn't stand him. I didn't know if that was the reason or because I couldn't stand how he made me feel. 

Because I didn't even know if the reason I'm like this is because he makes me feel like I was stupid to even come down here almost everyday, or because he makes my heart flutter and do somersaults in my chest.

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Hello friends!

School has just ended and i am exhausted.

I'll just be sleeping for a bit so the updates in like all the stories might be

a bit delayed.

I wish you guys would comment more, though!

I would appreciate the feedback very much!

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