Yours Truly

19: I'm with you, who've always kept by my side

A really hectic lesson indeed. Both on the floor. Cheeks tainted red. Body painted with sweat. Laughter taking over the beat. It felt nice. As if everything was back to normal again.
Jimin's eyes slowly opened as his laughter turned smaller every second. He looked at her laughing, with admiration seeking out of his eyes.
He is never going to be on her level. Kind, bubbly, talented, beautiful. Oh gosh! Her visuals send an arrow right through his heart everytime. He could, in no way, get a person like her to stay in his life.
The laughter died out, as their eyes met. Rosé felt a warm sensation in her heart. Something she had been feeling for Jimin since quite a time now. Her eyes scanning Jimin. There was no possible way that a guy like him would ever be in her life. He was an angel. Beautiful as if the heaven had crafted him with own hands. Talented. Funny. Goofy. But they both are friends. Aren't they?

"Sierra."
Running out of his breath. Infront of his eyes was a visibly distressed woman. Drained out. Tired of all bullshit.
"Why are you here? Why now?"
She rubbed away her tears roughly by her palm. Sniffling a bit, her nose easily got stiff every time she cried. Eyelashes grouped together, cheeks and nose red. She didn't want him, out of all to show up now.
He threw his arms around her, wrapping in a hug. Hastily sharing his warmth. His deep whisper made her feel someway.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not showing up earlier. I'm sorry for showing up now. I'm sorry for hugging you. All I know is that I couldn't hold back at the thought... The thought of you having to bear the pain alone. I'm sorry."
Sierra felt at ease in his embrace. Melting down. His cologne felt of home. All comforting scents. Chamomile, lavendar, ylang-ylang. A soft scent with some sharp notes. She scooted closer to him. Her cold hands, grasping his shirt. Her voice low,
"You know, I already put Jungkook and Lisa in danger by hugging Jungkook. Maybe I'll put you in danger as well."
"Are you uncomfortable like this?"
"Would it be too weird if I say no?"
Sierra looked at him, eye to eye. Still hugging him tight. It felt nice to hold him so close. Feel his heartbeat.
His lips spread into a cute rectangular smile. His eyes resembled two crescent moons. Cheeks looked fluffy and soft, like warm bread. His smile was contagious indeed. He ruffled her hair,
"I don't care about any danger, if for you."
The tension between them was intense. Intense enough to make them confess. Spill their hearts out.
His long fingers tucked her dark lovks behind her ears. Cupping her cheek with one hand. She tilted her head, eyes closing themselves instinctively.
"Are you free this afternoon, Sierra?"
And it struck. She had a shift at 3. She needs to get paid. Taehyung saw the dreaminess die out from her eyes. He smiled,
"Some other day maybe."
He stepped a bit away. Bowing respectfully. As if a prince. His voice soft and apologetic,
"I'm sorry again if I invaded your personal space. Let's meet up sometimes apart from drama rehearsals, classes..."
"Are you free now, Oppa?"
Sierra wanted to hear a yes so damn helplessly. She fiddled with her fingers, biting her lower lip. Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say..."
"Yeah."
He chuckled. A thousand tiny firecrackers going off inside his heart. She called her Oppa. Honestly, the glow on his face couldn't be attained by even 20 steps of skincare.
"Then, would you... I mean if you want to... Will you walk to me to my... Umm... You know... I got a shift in the bookstore down the street."

"Jisoo-ssi, you are not being yourself."
Namjoon sat down next to her, offering some tteokbokki to her. She looked so drained out of her life.
Jisoo chuckled. Mocking her entire existance. Her cold hands hungrily devouring the warmth from the hot tteokbokki.
"Cause I am not myself these days. Who even am I? I keep changing, yet stay the same. I wanna hold on to stuff. But I just can't. I'm not myself these days. O just am not."
Namjoon cocked an eyebrow. What was up with these girls? Sierra, Jennie and now Jisoo? He really needs to get down with Lisa and Rosé to get the full case scenario.
"Jisoo-ssi, if you don't mind then, I'm all ears."
Was his voice always this husky? Jisoo shuddered, snapping out of the whimsical mindset. How could she just spill? He would think of her as an weirdo. Dumb Soo.
Namjoon had a sharp eye. Literally and metaphorically. His eyes caught how Jisoo shrugged. She was confused. She wasn't ready to tell him yet. Namjoon smiled. His dimples poking put, radiating warm energy. His long fingers rested on Jisoo's,
"It's okay. But whenever you feel like telling me. Know that I'll always be there to hear it out."

"Sorry, but girls aren't made for fields. Maybe you people just can pitch in for a makeup course or something."
"Yeah. Girls belong in the kitchen anyways. Go make me a lunch and stay in the kitchen.
The rumble of laughter purely annoyed Jennie. In came her famous eye roll. Hands crossed in front of her chest. The same cold face, the same cold tone,
"Oh yeah? If we belong in a kitchen and should make you guys a lunch. Shouldn't you go to a war and perhaps and most certainly, I don't know... Die?"
Male ego. Such a small and fragile thing. One word from a person who knows their worth and it's meant to break. Yet those are the ones who claim men are the strongest possible. What even is strength when you have no control over your insides. He roared, rolling up his sleeves
"You bitch!"
"Back off you bastard! Dare you think of even laying a finger on her, I'll kill you! I won't even think before feeding you to the strays."
Yoongi pushed away the guy. Standing in front of Jennie. No one can hurt her. She doesn't deserve it. No one deserves it.
And in front of Jennie's eyes, soon started a brawl. A huge fight. One fighting for her, the other wanting to fight her.