Yours Truly

35: I can feel your heart

Yoongi smiled. Seeing how nervous Jennie got, it was evident that it was her parents. He muted his call and switched off his camera. He sent a small text,
"I'm here for you, Jendeukie."
Jennie tried to stay calm. Breathing in and breathing out. Her feet slowly taking her to the door. Her small hands turning the door knob.
"Jennie Kim, why are you still awake?"
Mrs. Kim stood there, hands crossed, eyebrow arched. No one in this house should stay awake by choice after 12.
Jennie felt a sudden shudder down her spine. A guilt driving up her veins. And lastly, the sticky mucus of grief riding up her throat. Her eyes lowering themselves, this wasn't her mother that she used to know. Toying with her fingers, she muttered,
"Sorry mom."
"A sorry fixes nothing, Ruby Jane. Your grades are average. You aren't adding anything to our reputation other than shame. And rumours are flying that you are dating Min Yoongi."
A pang in her chest. Her hands and feet going cold. Were they really being too obvious? She tried to sound normal. But again, Jennie Kim was crystal clear.
"Those-are... Those are just rumours."
"I would expect you to reflect on your behaviour and mannerism. Rumours don't fly out of nowhere, Jennie. You should have been more careful. But since you caused a blunder, I'll expect you to fix it. Don't be anywhere near the 'Min's. Don't go around with those hooligans you mesh with. You are just ruining our name."
Tears trinkling at the corners of her sharp eye. But Mrs. Kim didn't care enough to see the diamond tears growing in the corners of her precious daughter's eyes. Jennie bit her soft lower lips, slowly shaking her head and humming,
"I understand mother."

Sierra furrowed her brows. Her eyes knit with a drowsy spell. Taehyung sat next to her, rubbing his eyes. His hands slowly wrapped her thin waist, chin burrowing on the crook of her nape,
"Answer it, love. Maybe Lisa needs you."
Sierra's, now brown, eyes shifted towards a sleepy Taehyung. His sleepy voice deep and husky. He chuckled, not knowing the impact it has on Sierra's poor heart,
"Answer it, princess. I'll give you and your girl some privacy."
He pecked her soft cheeks before getting up and climbing out pf the sun roof. Sierra, with her shaking long finges, finally managed to answer the call,
"Hello?"
"I'm sorry, Ra. I-I... I shouldn't have hurt you... Like that. You trusted me... With your pain... And I used it against you. I'm sorry Ra. I know a sorry would fix nothing. Yet I'm sorry. I'm terribly sorry. I truly am."
Lalisa was in a pool of tears. She saw the worst human to ever exist in the mirror. Sierra trusted Lisa enough to tell her about her feelings and pain. And Lisa, ended up using it as her weapon. Though unknowingly. Though in a fit of rage. But eitherways, Sierra didn't deserve it.
"Lili, I'm going to have to ask you to calm down. You were not in your senses. You were hurt and I did actually push your buttons. But whatever it might be, you are my sister. Okay? Now, tell me, did you have something to eat? Did you wash up? Are you feeling dizzy? You're in your bedroom right? Just tell me that you are good, Lalisa!"
Lisa sniffed. Her nose was way more red than Rudolf the red nose reindeer. She tried chuckling. Of course, whatever it maybe, her girls worry about her. They love each other. They are each other's soulmates. She hummed,
"Yeah, Maknae-ssi."
Sierra giggled, brushing her tears away. They were her Unnies. Her only family here. They were her warmth. They were her new years eve. They were her seaweed soup every birthday morning. They were her everything.
"Let's meet tomorrow, Lil?"

It would be a crime to not backhug the fine man standing tall at the rooftop. Sierra tried not to smile and blush. That man right there, was hers. Entirely hers. Her chin at the crook of his nape, her hands wrapped around his petite waist. She purred,
"Oppa..."
She pecked his soft, fluffy cheeks. His long hands gently holding hers. He couldn't help but giggle,
"Yah! Stop being so adorable, Princess. I might as well just marry you now."
"Hold on, Hwangjanim. I'm not marrying you this early. There's still a few years to it. But I swear by the stars and the moon and the wind that blows, you shall be my groom, if I ever get married."
Sierra had a gorgeous eye smile. Luckily, so did Jimin. So Taehyung knew that if you have an eye smile, you wouldn't be able to see a thing when you are smiling. Taehyung smirked, flipping the tables was a no brainer. Softly holding her wrist and pulling her in closer. His hands holding her waist. The other one tucking her beautiful locks behind her ears. Sierra's smile had faded till then. Her plump lips agape. Her cheeks turning red. His palm cupping her right cheek, his thumb brushing against her lip. Their gaze growing softer every second. He leaned in, his hand moving from Sierra's sculpted face, gently taking ahold of her soft hands. He softly kissed her knuckles,
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,
My lips, two blushing pilgrims ready stand,
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."
Sierra giggled, playing along with her Romeo,
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this,
For saints have hands that pilgrims do touch
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.
They pray; grant thou, lest faith turns to despair."
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."
Under the moonlight, Sierra did look like a perfect Juliet. Taehyung smirked, tugging her thin waist, lessening the gap between them. His eyes focused on her red lips,
"Then move not, while my prayers affect I take."
And with that, a firework went off inside both their hearts. As if a candy shop burst opened as soon as Taehyung latched his lips onto Sierra's. Sierra's nails digging through his biceps. He giggled, his cheeks catching up colour. Breaking the kiss, he murmured,
"Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged."
Sierra giggled, her hands holding onto his collar gently. Coyness bursting out of her tone,
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took."
Taehyung cocked an eyebrow. His long index fingers scratching his eyebrow cheekily, maintaining eye contact whatsoever,
"Sin from thy lips? O, trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again."
Sierra pulled him in, without wasting a moment. Matching her lips onto his. Their lips moved in sync, as if following the heaven's melody. Under the night sky, two hearts bloomed.