Goodbye

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Just like that I started going to his little show often. We started being little closer than we used to and by days even got more close. Eventually we hung out which I would like to call a date. Well not exactly as he never said it himself but hanging out with just us together is pretty much a date. We knew our feelings were much more than just what friends would feel for.

We of course didn't get close just in a few meetings. It took both of us some time where we learned about each other, where we made our self comfortable with each other. I would say it was a good pace for both of us. Now and then he would play for me too and seeing him play is still the best scene for me.

He said he wanted to pursue music not just to play for people but for himself. He always found place for himself whenever he played and that would be clearly seen when he played. However, the world of course doesn't grant things just like that. There's time where we live. Just to live in the so called world, something must be given.

Yes he wanted to play so bad but his parents were not in a better place. I found out he spent his almost whole life with his grandparents. Drunk dad and carefree mom, his world was pretty much a whirlpool than mine. He didn't say much but it seemed music was his escape which would eventually had to be given up. His only beloved grandmother was not doing well. She was old and nature was probably taking its course. Even though he had his dad and mom, he never really cared for them as they never really cared for him. Both of his parents were in their own world which is why his grandma had to take care of him.

I know how it's hard to cope. The fear of losing the only person in the world who cares for you, the fear of being alone in this big damn world, the fear of not seeing the smile of the only person who would patiently wait for you to come home and the fear of losing that home and warmth. I know that fear but what I never knew was how bad he was taking it.

Here I sat beside his grandma while he played a beautiful melody to ease out his grandma's pain and maybe his as well. His grandma held a beautiful white poppy that Yoongi gave her. We both looked at him play and smiled. While I was staring at him, his grandma gently pressed my hand and said,

"I'm relieved"

I casually just looked at her.

"My Yoongi is such a solitary person. To see the day when he would bring a lovely girl to introduce, I thought it would never really come and on that you had to meet me like this"

She giggled.

" Grandma, it's okay. You just be fit and healthy soon enough"

"If I wasn't at the bed in this hospital, I would have made you red bean bun and a warm cup of milk. That's my Yoongi's favourite and the best food I make"

She seem to have an imagination about it because she was smiling while she said that.

"I'm not going anywhere at all. After you get healthy, you can always make me some"

I said and smiled back at her while taking her hands within my hands.

"He has someone by his side. I was worried for him but now I'm relieved. You know he had this musical talent since his childhood days. His grandpa taught him to play"

"Oh, Yoongi never said anything about that"

"His grandpa was a very well pianist and taught at schools in village. He taught Yoongi as well. I remember them playing piano together for me on my 65th birthday. That moment is the best memory of my life. After his grandpa passed away, things got harder. Yoongi have been working here and there since young to keep us tight. He became mature at an early age. More like he had to become"

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