Yours Truly

30: I Purple You

Taehyung couldn't stop his tears. A splinter in his heart. Ribs clenching. His heavenly voice shaking,
"I-I... I-am the... Worst p-p-person Sierra. I don't deserve a-a-nay happiness..."
"We all are evil in someone's perspective. Don't hold grudges Taehyung. If you are trying, my love, then nothing else matters. You are the softest, the kindest human I have ever met. You deserve all the happiness and love. Please don't hurt yourself. You are loved."
Sierra took his hands in hers, finger combing his hair. Taehyung's face was turning red. Sierra felt her heartbreak. She can't bear to see him in pain. As if it hurts her too.

"Well Prince Charming, make yourself at home. I'll come back as soon as the shift ends. Okay?"
Sierra pushed back the dark locks of hair away from his forehead. Placing her lips softly on his warm forehead.
Taehyung's sharp eyes gazed on the young girl in front of him. And once more it stub him that he wasn't helping her situation. She was working harder than ever and he was just a rich brat.
Sierra smiled, cupping his breadcheeks in her palms,
"It's okay to explore yourself. You don't have to fit in someone else's box. I love you."
Taehyung was trying to find himself and that's what matters. Sierra is here cause she explored a hint of her trueself. That's why she ran. That's how she ran.
Taehyung felt a pang of pain in his chest. Should he just join his dad's business? He has been exploring opportunities and what calls him is music. But still, doesn't Sierra deserve the best? He sniffed his stuck nose,
"But you deserve the best man in this whole wide world."
Sierra chuckled, pecking his soft lips. Messing his hair a bit. He was sniffling a bit. How cute. Sierra, you better stop your beating heart, it may burst. She answered him, in the softest whisper ever,
"That's why I'm dating you. You are the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Babe?"
Rosé poked Jimin's breadcheeks. She chewed on the Taegeukdang Monaka. Jimin's sharp eyes were fixated on the phone. His girlfriend was a brilliant dancer.
"Chaeng-ah. All of this is perfect and sharp. Like bam. Bam. Bam bam bam. But see this twirl here, it looks a bit off putting. But you are so good. I'm so proud of you, Pasta."
Chaeyoung giggled, seeing his eyes glow. She held his cute and warm hands in hers. Passing the sweet snack towards him. Both of them were damn tired from practicing.
Rosé straightened her back a bit. Smiling warmly, her thumb rubbing the back of his palm. In her thick Australian accent and seeet voice, she switched to english,
"And how do we say that in english?"
Jimin gulped, as if the whole world was watching him. He straightened his back, trying to mimic her accent. In his mind of course. What came out, wrapped in his insecurities, was a cute english sentence of his already cute voice,
"Roseanne, you nice, keep going."
Roseanne laughed, her eyes scrunched up. Holding her stomach. Her laughter sounded divine.
Jimin scratched his nape. Embarrassed of himself. He was trying his best. Rosé leaned in, pecking his full lips,
"I love you, ChimChim. I loved how cute you sounded. You sound almost natural. Now, you should have used, 'you're nice' or 'you are nice'. Cause we need a subject, and verb to form a simple sentence. It can also have an object. Now babe, do you wanna go out for a walk?"
Jimin jumped up. Curtsing, taking the most gentleman stance ever. Lending his palm forwards, asking for Rosé's hand,
"Can never say no to my princess. Shall we, babe?"

"Min, don't push my buttons."
Jennie chuckled. Loudly enough. It was music to Yoongi's ears. He ran around the court. He can never back down from a good basketball match. So what, he needs to distract the cute dumpling?
The court was all to themselves. Yoongi knew the time tables by heart. Running around, giddily giggling, faces red from a blood rush. The sound of the orange ball hitting the ground and going up and down. The screeching of their shoes. Jennie had to fight for her life to get the ball out of Yoongi's hands. Even with insoles in her shoes, she was kinda shorter than him. The darn curse. But did she care? No! She was happy for once in a while in forever. And the rule for happiness is to not care and just burst everytime happiness slightly brushes against you. Create memories.
Yoongi side eyed his angel. Round cheeks flushed, a gummy smile. Hair into a ponytail, baby hairs sticking on her forehead. He has to nail this. With a smirk, his wrist moved. Throwing the ball towards the basket. It has to be according to his mind.
"Missed it, Kim."
He shrugged his shoulder. With a smile. He nailed it. Jennie could never ignore the sparkle in his face. And before anything, it hit her. She ran towards him. Lightly hitting him with her small balled up fists,
"That was intentional! You misse dthe basket intentionally Min!"
A tug at her wrists. And all of a sudden she was in Yoongi's muscular arms. Yoongi's long finger tugging the lose hairs behind her ear carefully enough. A certain husk in his deep voice as he leaned in,
"Well, that's to make up for the fact that I unintentionally fell deep in love with the daughter of my parent's rival, Kims. And I don't regret one bit."

Her heart throbbed. Everything felt bitter enough. Namjoon didn't show up for two days. She was a mess. She felt a void growing inside her as moments pass by without Namjoon. She never knew she could miss someone so much.
Walking down the hallways lazily. She couldn't care less. Why did it feel like the only ones left on Earth were Namjoon and her. As if nothing meant more than him. Even in the crowd she was alone. Even in a room full of people, he was the only one.
Her heart clenched, her mouth agape. Was she dreaming? Was she drunk? No! She never touched alcohol again after that day.
Tall, masculine frame. Same dragon eyes. Dimpled smile. A coyness around him. Kim Namjoon.
He scratched his nape, seeing Jisoo gasp. Her eyes popping off of the frame. Her palms covering her plump, heart lips. Her words getting scattered around her small mouth.
"I-it's pu-pu-purple!"